When the white light faded, the first thing Wei Ran's nose smelled was indeed the wet rot smell unique to the tropical rainforest. However, this wet rot smell was also mixed with a trace of the smell unique to burning mosquito coils.
Waiting patiently for his vision to return to normal, he discovered that he was hiding behind a large tree lying horizontally. At his waist, the blue smoke emitting from the small canvas bag was exactly the one he had captured with his own hands.
White copper mosquito coil canister.
Looking around again, it was almost exactly the same as the first time I met Hugo and others. Behind this lying big tree, there was a row of muddy young white soldiers and the only indigenous soldier, Valolo.
!
And in the crown of this large tree lying horizontally, there was also the corpse of a soldier wearing a British military uniform. At this time, Hugo was kneeling next to the corpse and inspecting something.
Taking this opportunity, Wei Ran took a look at the configuration of these young soldiers. Among these soldiers, there was a fully equipped three-man Bren machine gun team and four Enfield riflemen. And he and Valoro seemed to
He is a non-staff member, but like Hugo, he uses the Owen submachine gun.
He casually glanced at one of Valoro's shrunken ears and the hideous healed scar on his cheek, and then glanced at the similarly healed scar on Hugo's calf in the distance. Wei Ran reached out and touched the side of his head.
There was only a scar that seemed to have no hair, and even the scar on his thigh had also healed, leaving only a pink scar like a centipede.
From these small details alone, he knew that a considerable period of time had probably passed before the white light.
On the other hand, the details made him secretly think that something was wrong. At this time, no matter he, the other soldiers around him, even the indigenous Valoro and Hugo in the distance, everyone was wearing "crotchless pants" that smelled of shit.
". And almost everyone has jungle sores on their exposed skin.
At this moment, Wei Ran also felt a strange yet familiar discomfort in his buttocks, and his stomach began to cramp.
Thanks to the experience of having diarrhea at sea, he immediately realized that he was suffering from dysentery. Regardless of other things, Wei Ran insisted on moving towards the roots of the tree. It was only then that he realized why everyone was wearing crotchless pants.
Well, I'm afraid all the members of this team are suffering from dysentery.
"Victor, come and take a look." Hugo greeted in a low voice while waiting for Wei Ran's condition to improve.
Hearing this, Wei Ran immediately leaned over and looked at the body that had just been partially blocked by Hugo.
However, with just one glance, he immediately frowned. This was indeed the body of an Australian soldier.
Although this corpse has not yet decomposed, there is no flesh on the thighs, calves, and arms. Only a small piece of flesh remaining on the right arm can be vaguely distinguished, half wearing a boxing glove, and the waist.
A tattoo of a kangaroo with a pistol in its pouch.
Of course, this was not the only suffering he suffered. Even his back seemed to have had a large piece of skin and skin removed with a knife, so that the bones were exposed.
And under this "still fresh" body, there is a pool of blood that has not yet dried up and attracted flies.
"They're eating people"
Wei Ran frowned and whispered, "Their supplies have been interrupted, and the people who took away the meat probably haven't gone far."
"It's almost as good as my guess"
After Hugo finished speaking, he changed into native language and said something to Valoro. The latter immediately nodded. After some searching, he led the team along some traces left on the surface of the ground and stepped on the ground that almost submerged their knees in the dense forest.
The black mud moved forward with difficulty.
Along the way, Wei Ran also discovered that the soldiers walking in front often had uncontrollable diarrhea as they walked, but they seemed to be numb and allowed the sprayed paste to flow down their thighs.
, simply too lazy to deal with it.
Before he could get used to the nausea, they discovered some corpses of wounded Japanese soldiers along the way that seemed to have been shot at close range.
These corpses, which were already filled with a strong corpse stench, were covered with mosquitoes, but it was still obvious that most of them had been shot in the forehead, and a few of them maintained the appearance of committing seppuku with bayonets.
After passing the scattered corpses of wounded soldiers, when the strong corpse odor that seemed to penetrate from the nose to every cell in the lungs dissipated, everyone smelled the faint smoke and smoke that seemed to be drifting from the front.
Meaty flavor.
No need to be reminded at all, these soldiers with fatigue written all over their bodies immediately raised their weapons and were on guard.
Soon, as the distance got closer and closer, they finally saw, after gently pushing aside a bunch of bushes, that there were more than a dozen Japs sitting around a bonfire next to a huge rock directly in front of them.
superior.
Beside them, there were several 38-guns, and in the hand of one of the Japs, on the moss-covered stone, there was an obviously captured Owen submachine gun and a Japs.
Type 96 machine gun.
And on the trunk of a small tree about four or five meters away from these devils, there was an extra man tied to the trunk, wearing an Australian uniform, glasses and a British helmet, and his mouth was gagged.
Hugo gently gestured to the white soldier holding the machine gun, who immediately hid behind a big tree with the No. 2 machine gunner carrying the spare barrel, and carefully set up the machine gun.
At the same time, the others each took out one or two machine gun magazines from their bodies and handed them to the deputy squad leader who seemed to be in charge of the machine gun team. Valoro carefully left the hiding spot.
After the machine gun team was ready, the rest of the men carefully found cover. Like Wei Ran, they endured the abdominal pain caused by dysentery with a ferocious expression and were ready to open fire.
Soon, Valoro came back quietly, shook his head first, and then said something with his lips.
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Seeing this, Hugo decisively raised the submachine gun in his hand and pulled the trigger, firing a dense barrage first.
The sound of gunfire was like a signal. For a moment, submachine guns, rifles, and machine guns all fired at once, easily covering the enemies surrounding the long bonfire.
Through mental arithmetic and unintentional calculations, and given the superior firepower, even though the opponent seemed to have a few more people than Wei Ran and others, they were too close, so they were swept away without any counterattack.
They fell to the ground, and several of them, even though they were not killed by the bullets, fell into the bonfire and screamed as they were burned.
After the brief firefight ended, no one in the squad led by Hugo left the bunker. Instead, they each loaded their bullets. Then the soldiers using Enfield rifles fired at the enemies one by one from a distance.
Then they protected each other and touched each other with extra caution.
From this, Wei Ran could tell that Hugo at this time was much more mature and cautious than when he commanded his soldiers to launch a sneak attack recklessly when they first met.
Carefully approaching, Hugo and others did not rush to rescue the bespectacled soldier who was tied to the tree. Instead, they directed everyone to fire a second round of shots at the corpses before dragging them away.
, along with those dirty backpacks, a cursory search was conducted.
It's a pity that apart from a few large bottles of the addictive and beastly Marching Friends and more or less bullets, these corpses didn't have any decent supplies. On the contrary, there was a thick stick on the long bonfire.
The wooden stick carried two bunches of 15 Japanese lunch boxes filled with a slight fragrance.
As Wei Ran looked on coldly, a curious white rifleman took down a lunch box and opened it, only to find that in addition to a large piece of boiled cassava obtained from unknown sources, there was also a bowl made of palm leaves.
Wrapped in layers, in Wei Ran's opinion there are several small packages similar to zongzi.
Almost as soon as Wei Ran subconsciously took a step back and turned his head, the overly curious soldier also picked up a greasy Japanese bayonet and slashed open the small bag. Several other white soldiers also subconsciously gathered around.
"vomit--!"
Just as Wei Ran expected, these young soldiers all involuntarily retched when they saw what was inside!
It was a piece of skinned meat, and there seemed to be half a tattoo on the slightly rolled skin. It was half a kangaroo, half a kangaroo wearing a boxing glove, and a pistol in the pouch on the waist!
Wei Ran clearly remembered that not long ago, he saw the almost completely symmetrical tattoo on the other half of the corpse.
Trying to get rid of the discomfort in his throat, Wei Ran looked at Hugo, only to find that he had already picked up an Owen submachine gun and a Winchester Type 12 shotgun from the moss-covered stone.
.
"I remember you also have a trench gun." Hugo handed the trench gun over as he spoke, "Do you want it?"
"never mind"
Wei Ran smiled and waved his left hand, "I'm left-handed. If I use this, I'll get hit in the face by a bullet casing."
"In that case, it's mine."
Hugo said, throwing the trench gun on his shoulder and carrying it, and then handed over the Owen submachine gun he had just picked up in his other hand, together with the 7-pack magazine bag.
The soldier who seemed to be the deputy squad leader asked him to replace the Enfield rifle in his hand.
After distributing the captured weapons, Hugo and Wei Ran looked at the white soldier who was still tied to the tree, nodding and twisting towards them.
Hugo winked at Valoro, who immediately walked over, cut off the rope with the machete in his hand, and then pulled out the rag stuffed in the other person's mouth.
"Thank God, you finally remember that someone is tied up here."
The bespectacled soldier said as he tore off the rope wrapped around his body, "If you come a little later, I'm afraid I will be eaten by those demons."
"I am Hugo, the captain of this reconnaissance team." Hugo waited for the other party to come limping over on one leg and then took the initiative to extend his hand, "Which company do you belong to?"
"I am from the Sydney Morning News Company"
The blond white soldier, who looked far less than thirty years old, shook hands with Hugo, then took off his glasses, wiped them and explained, "Just kidding, hello, I'm Brody, the military reporter for the Sydney Morning News.
·Sharp, you may have seen the photo of the bombed Darwin Harbor published in the Sydney Morning News."
"Did you take that photo?" the deputy squad leader who had just put on his submachine gun asked curiously.
"No." Brody, the reporter with the army, spread his hands, "but I sent that photo to the newspaper."
"Okay, Brody, how did you get caught?" Hugo asked, ignoring the other person's useless show off.
"I was originally working with a reconnaissance team."
Brody sat on the stone beside the campfire, "But unfortunately, someone in our team stepped on a landmine this morning. After the grenades tied together exploded, more than half of the team were injured or killed."
At this point, Brody shuddered with lingering fear, "Then those ogres ambushed us with machine guns. Only Jock and I escaped alive. I think you have already seen him."
As he said that, Brody pointed to the lunch boxes that were still on the campfire and the piece of meat that still had tattoos and was almost cooked, "Well, at least you must have seen part of him."
"You are really disgusting," said the white soldier who had no hands to open the lunch box, and couldn't help but start retching again.
"Anyway, we didn't run very far."
Brody pointed to the Japanese corpses in the distance, "About noon, we were caught by those recruiting soldiers. Jock was shot in the thigh and bled a lot. He soon died. Those bastards followed the blood stains.
They found us and cut off Jock’s body.”
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Shivering again, Brody's tone became increasingly trembling, "I guess they kept me because they were also preparing to fill their bellies.
"
As he spoke, Brody lifted up the legs of his shorts, and then everyone present frowned. On the part of his thigh with the most muscles, he actually wore Japanese chopsticks that were sharpened at one end!
Obviously, this is just because you are worried that he will run away!
"It seems we need to send you back," Hugo said, looking at Wei Ran, "Can you take out this stick?"
"I'm afraid not"
Wei Ran spread his hands, "I don't even have a medical kit with me, and we both have dysentery. Frankly speaking, it's better for him to stay away from us, otherwise he will also suffer from dysentery."
"It seems we need to send you back," Hugo said with a frown.
"Before that, could you help me find my backpack?"
Brody requested, "Not only is my camera there, but there's also a medical kit with some medicine in it that might cure dysentery."
"Where is your bag?"
Wei Ran and Hugo's eyes immediately brightened. The only difference was that the latter was more concerned about the dysentery medicine in the medical bag. After all, all members of this team were suffering from dysentery.
Wei Ran, whose symptoms were relatively mild, was concerned about the other party's camera. Before the white light, he didn't take enough 10 photos. Now that he had the opportunity, he naturally wanted to make up for it as much as possible.
"Not far from where we were caught."
Brody said, "There was a big withered tree there, and Jock's body was also there. In the direction where the roots pointed, there was a big tree covered with vines. I hid it in that tree.
Already."
"I'll go find it," Wei Ran said proactively, "You guys take a rest first and make a stretcher by the way."
"Let's go back together. I'll ask Valoro to help make a stretcher first."
After Hugo finished speaking, he changed into native language and communicated a few words with Valoro. The latter nodded, took the machete and walked to a small tree not far away to start cutting down the tree.
"Where did this trench gun come from?"
While Hugo was asking, he also waved to the soldiers, including Wei Ran, to keep a little distance from Brody, so as not to contaminate the wound on the opponent's leg with uncontrollable feces at any time.
"When I went to interview the American positions a month ago, I won a bet from a quartermaster through a crook."
Brody sat on the stone and finished explaining, then added an extra sentence, "If you like it, give it to you. As long as you can kill a few enemies with it, I'll be satisfied."
"Can you lend me your camera?" Wei Ran asked before Hugo could speak.
"You want to borrow my camera?"
Brody immediately became nervous. Obviously, for him, he cared more about his weapon, the camera, than a shotgun he won by cheating at the gambling table.
"I just wanted to take some photos for everyone."
Wei Ran said frankly, "Anyway, your leg is injured, and I have also worked as a photographer before, so why not let me take some photos for you on the front line? The photos I take can be regarded as the results of your work,
At that time, I will ask Captain Hugo to send you the film and camera together."
“It’s a deal!”
Brody immediately agreed in front of his eyes, and then continued to instruct Wei Ran on the key content to be photographed, and by the way he also taught some shooting techniques.
While the two were talking, Valoro, with the help of two soldiers, made a simple stretcher using sticks and captured tent cloth. The four soldiers with rifles worked together to carry the difficult-to-move stretcher.
Rody began to retreat along the same route.
At the end of the team, Hugo skillfully dismantled the Type 96 machine gun and threw the various parts everywhere. The Weifeng that were also left behind were in the pile of corpses and a certain lunch box.
, each hid a grenade.
With some difficulty, Brody, the wounded man, returned to the big tree where the body of the Australian soldier Jock was originally found. Under his guidance, Wei Ran successfully emerged from the crown of a big tree.
I found a backpack that was not too big, and fastened to the backpack, an ammunition bag filled with medicine and a canvas belt that held dozens of rounds of shotshells.
Wei Ran poured the medicine in the ammunition bag onto a banana leaf. After rummaging around for a while, Wei Ran picked out a bottle of sulfathiazole and gave one piece to everyone. After eating his own piece, Wei Ran
He put the brown glass bottle into his bag.
At the same time, Brody also opened his backpack, first took out a box of copper-cased shotguns, and handed them to Hugo along with the canvas ammunition belt, and then took out a British-made Army Flag from the bag.
brand leather chamber camera and a sealed tube for holding film.
"I have written my address to Hugo"
As Brody spoke, he replaced the camera with a new film, and put the old film that had taken some photos into a sealed tube and put it into his pocket. At the same time, he did not forget to continue, "Can you
Remember to send the camera, no, mainly the film, as soon as possible. It doesn’t matter if the camera is damaged by you, but you must remember to send the film to me in time.”
"Don't worry, I will remember it."
Wei Ran had already taken the camera from the other party's hand as he spoke, "Would you like to take a photo?"
"bring it on!"
War correspondent Brody said cheerfully, but his expression was obviously more of a college entrance examination.
Not too lazy to argue, Wei Ran first took a close-up of Jock's bloody remains, and then took a group photo of Hugo, the others, and Brody.
However, most of the people in this group photo are covered in mud and are wearing crotchless pants that smell like shit. Brody, the only one who is not suffering from dysentery, is also lying on a stretcher, deliberately exposing his legs.
After taking the group photo, Wei Ran stuffed the camera into his bag.
Watching the four riflemen carrying the replaced rifles of Brody and the deputy squad leader back, Hugo immediately greeted them in native dialect.
Upon hearing this, Valoro immediately led everyone forward while speaking something in a dialect that only Hugo could understand.
"Valoro said, there is the small waterfall ahead." Hugo translated, "Victor, do you remember that waterfall?"
"That waterfall where we shit together for those recruiters to eat?" Wei Ran asked subconsciously, "Did Su Su survive?"
"Yes, that's the waterfall." After Hugo finished speaking, he once again switched to dialect and started talking to Valoro.
But soon, he sighed and explained, "Waloro said that when he and you rushed back alone after delivering the information, Susu was already dead. He was killed by those demons."
The slightly silent rainforest suddenly started pouring rain without any warning. Hugo also explained almost in a whisper amidst the white noise, "Like Neil and Kaikai, he was chopped down."
He lost his limbs and head, and had a grenade stuffed in his mouth."
After saying this, there was only the crackling sound of rain hitting the vegetation in the jungle. The remaining six people also temporarily hid under a leafy tree after distancing themselves from Jock's body.
, temporarily avoiding the rain that blocked almost all the sight, and taking advantage of the natural oversized shower head to wash away the mud on the body and the crotchless pants that were filled with the smell of shit.
However, before Wei Ran could clean his pants and boots, Valoro, who had just gone somewhere in the rain, ran back anxiously and said something in a very fast dialect.
"What's wrong?" Wei Ran asked Hugo, who looked ugly amidst the increasingly strong smell of shit.
"Someone's setting up a bonfire over there."
Hugo pointed to the direction where Valoro just ran, paused and said, "Varolo asked about the smell of meat, and found some other corpses, there are many, about seven or eight. Everyone, be prepared, we
Go over and take a look.”
After receiving the order, the remaining soldiers, including Wei Ran, immediately put on their clothes and shoes as quickly as possible, and under the leadership of Valoro, braved the rain and walked over.
Soon, they noticed that under a huge banyan tree, the bodies of seven white people were hanging with leather straps.
Without exception, these corpses had all the flesh removed from their legs, arms, and even their backs and chests!
"It's them," Hugo said abruptly, "They're the missing investigation team we're looking for."
As he spoke, Hugo walked up to a mutilated corpse that was swaying gently in the breeze, pointed at his face frozen in pain and horror, and asked, "Victor, do you remember him?"
"Remember"
Wei Ran sighed after shaking his head. The person Hugo pointed at was the field doctor who claimed to be a tailor.
"After Commander Di was killed in action, Tailor took over the command of the platoon and led them back to the base camp."
Hugo said as he untied the body, "Later, he gave up his job as a doctor in a field hospital, joined the investigation team, and became a squad leader who carried a medical kit and directed the investigation."
"Let me take a picture of him."
As Wei Ran spoke, he had already taken out the camera in his bag, took off his cowboy hat to protect himself from the heavy rain, and amidst the occasional bursts of meaty aroma, he took the last photo of this skilled tailor in his life.
"Let's go," Hugo said softly in the rain, "we should go and see who ate our tailor."
