Chapter 447 The beauty on the edge of the battlefield
At noon on July 27, two patrol teams braved the scorching sun and entered the dense forest on the east side of the camp at a distance of forty or fifty meters from each other.
Although they are called a patrol team, in fact, perhaps they are called a "sweeping team" which is more in line with the actual situation. Because they are not the only ones following into the forest at the same time. And what they have to do is to try their best to
Clean out all possible hiding places around the camp.
In addition to the tension and freshness at the beginning, things later became more and more boring. In Wei Ran's case, the only thing he had to do besides dealing with the leech that got into his collar to suck blood from time to time was,
I just stood at a distance and watched the soldiers shooting randomly at the tree crowns where people might be hiding, as if they were out hunting.
Of course, you also have to appreciate Marshall pointing the flamethrower at caves of all sizes to create fireballs again and again, and then the engineers following behind throw pieces of TNT into them and press the detonator.
Occasionally, they did encounter hidden nuclear recruits, and the ferocious firepower of these Seabee battalion engineers would not cause them to cause much trouble at all.
Behind them, the black engineers were also diligently operating chain saws, cutting off the tall tropical trees at random intervals to clear the field of vision for the firepower points recently set up on the edge of the camp.
Just as Wei Ran predicted before, this job is obviously much easier than working in the operating room. The most intuitive manifestation is that in addition to helping an unlucky guy who accidentally tripped and fell, he took care of his fallen front teeth.
, basically the medical kit has not been touched.
For a whole afternoon, although these steady engineer patrols only advanced no more than a hundred meters into the depths of the forest, they were completely cleared behind them. Not only were the holes that looked like they could hide people collapsed, but even
Some of the felled trees were pulled back by tractors and turned into raw materials for building barracks or sentry towers.
As for the rest, it was ignited by several engineers headed by Marshall using flamethrowers, completely eliminating the possibility of being used as a bunker.
After a busy day's work, the sweaty patrol members returned to the camp. They first went to the seawater pool created by the beachhead engineers with bulldozers to soak off the locusts and sweat hanging on their bodies, and then each took a bath.
Then they returned to their respective tents talking and laughing.
However, when Wei Ran and Marshall each walked into the tent with a piece of dinner, they found that neither Tom, Randy, nor Will was there, but from the direction of the wounded tent not far away, there was a sound.
Music and singing.
After looking at each other, Wei Yan put down the dinner that he had not yet had time to enjoy, picked up the camera on the bedside, and followed the sound with Marshall in tandem.
After bypassing several tents, they saw in the open space between several tents for the wounded, Tom, wearing a priest's robe, was playing a guitar beside a small campfire, and Randy next to him was playing a harmonica.
As for the accompaniment, Will, the black man between the two of them, sat on an oil pan lying horizontally and sang a cheerful song.
"I'm starting to envy these three bastards. They're not here to fight, they're just here for vacation." Marshall, still holding the plate in his hand, muttered as he ate.
"I even wonder if they formed a band without telling us."
While Wei Ran was speaking, he had already raised his camera, trying to fit the three people under the setting sun, the beating bonfire, and the wounded and wounded tents around them into the frame as much as possible.
With the sound of the shutter masked by the singing, Wei Ran quietly recorded these beautiful scenes on the edge of the battlefield. And Marshall also rarely made fun of the three guys who believed in God, nor did he respond to Wei Ran's words just now, but directly took off the hair on his head.
He threw away the steel helmet casually, then sat down on it, eating dinner and listening to Will's singing, completely losing the indifference he had when manipulating the flamethrower at the edge of the camp.
Seeing this, Wei Ran silently took a few steps back and changed his angle, looking at Marshall who was holding a spoon to put food in his mouth, the bonfire band in the distance, and further away, most of his body had sunk into the sea.
The setting sun below was all included in the viewfinder and I pressed the shutter again.
Hanging the camera around his neck, Wei Ran walked back to their tent, picked up the lunch box he had just put down and returned to Marshall's side. He followed the other man's example and sat on his helmet, eating while admiring the scenery in the distance.
A performance by a "God Band" composed of three wounded men.
However, neither Wei Ran nor Marshall, nor the wounded in the distance, nor the patrols responsible for night vigilance at the edge of the camp, noticed that there were four or five ghosts just at the edge of the forest that had been cleared during the day.
The sneaky figure cautiously approached a cave that had been burned by Marshall with a flamethrower.
This cave with a small entrance had completely collapsed after being blasted by engineers, but these figures did not give up. Instead, they crawled around the cave entrance and carefully pried it up with the help of bayonets in their hands.
gravel, large and small, and move them away one by one.
Whenever the searchlights at the edge of the camp swept over, the defeated soldiers with dried banana leaves tied to their bodies immediately stopped what they were doing. They immediately started digging again until the beams of light moved away.
After they worked almost all night long, the collapsed cave entrance was finally dug into a gap that was barely enough for people to get in, and at the same time, a strong and unique smell of burnt animal protein came out.
There was no need to communicate at all. One of the Japanese soldiers, who looked the thinnest, immediately took the flashlight handed by his companion and climbed in. The rest moved their bodies in tacit agreement, blocking the narrow hole with their backs, and then used their dry
Banana leaves were used to block the front and top of the head to prevent the flashlight from being exposed and killing them.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! In the cave filled with the smell of burning, the Japanese soldier who struggled to get in couldn't help but let out an exclamation the moment he turned on the flashlight.
Because right in front of it, there was a burnt corpse lying. The hollow eye sockets of this corpse were only less than half a meter away from its eyes.
Hearing the low voice scolding from behind, the Japanese soldier suppressed the panic in his heart and used the light of a flashlight to carefully move away the rubble and charred corpses blocking the way, and climbed into the depths of the cave bit by bit with difficulty.
As it crawled along, it could see a charred corpse every now and then. Although these corpses had been burned beyond recognition by the high temperature, it could still distinguish their identities from some small details.
Reaching out to wipe away the tears that overflowed from the corner of his eyes, this thin Japanese soldier didn't care that the burnt black on his hands had rubbed onto his face, because he had more important things to do now.
As it gradually went deeper, after turning two corners in succession, it could gradually squat down and move forward, bending over, and finally stood up completely straight with a body that was not too tall.
Until this time, there were not many signs of burning on the corpses in the cave, but without exception, all of them had their hands stuck in their throats, and there were even a few with bayonets stuck in their abdomens, or with rifles.
They pointed at each other's companions.
But the thin Japanese soldier didn't care about the sadness at all at this time, and there was even a hint of surprise on its face. It hurriedly ran to a corpse, and it reached out and took it off the corpse.
There was also a kettle with a hint of warmth.
The slight warmth made him shiver subconsciously, but soon, he hurriedly unscrewed the lid of the pot, put it to his mouth and drank it.
Wiping the corner of his mouth, the Japanese soldier looked around, hurriedly opened his withered backpack, and stuffed all the edible things found on the corpses around him as well as the kettles filled with water.
After looking behind him, it hesitated for a moment, then took a few steps forward with a flashlight. Then it saw several wooden boxes containing cans, and a dog wearing a kimono and holding a little boy in its arms leaning against the corner.
woman.
But both the woman and the child in her arms had stopped breathing without exception.
Moving the flashlight beam away from the woman's face, the thin Japanese soldier opened several connected wooden boxes as quickly as possible, took out several cans and some bullets and stuffed them into his bag.
However, just as it was about to leave, it took out a few canned meats from the bag and put them back in the box, carried the woman's body on top, and then took a canned rice from another box and threw it away.
Into the bag.
Immediately afterwards, it searched for the surrounding corpses and successfully found a Nanbu pistol. After checking the magazine to make sure there were still bullets in it, the Japanese soldier stuffed it into his arms, and then
He picked up a rifle with a scope and a few grenades, and then turned around and left the cave.
A moment later, when it struggled to send out the backpack full of food and ammunition, the sniper rifle and grenades, the Japanese soldier who had just been responsible for blocking the hole took out his pistol, pointed it at it and said something, while the other soldier next to him said something.
The Japanese opened their backpacks as quickly as possible.
The Japanese soldier, who was still half of his body in the cave, opened his mouth honestly when he heard this, and allowed his companion with the gun to come to his mouth and smell it. Only after confirming that there was no smell of rice or canned food in his mouth, he pulled him away.
He came out and asked something again.
The thin Japanese soldier pointed at the opened backpack and shook his head, with a hint of disguised disappointment appearing on his face covered in black stains.
The Japanese soldier holding the pistol cursed secretly, and after the searchlight beam swept across it again, he immediately directed the rest of the men to block the entrance of the cave with stones again, and then crawled toward the forest in the distance.
