"These bastards!" Yu Yang kicked the Japanese corpse twice hard. Every AWM bullet and M4A1 bullet were very precious to Yu Yang, but he actually wasted two bullets on this guy.
After Yu Yang vented his anger, there seemed to be enemies moving in the distance. He threw the weapons into the car and drove away quickly in the jeep.
Now for Yu Yanglai, the only thing that needs to be dealt with is to go to the location of the No. 2 river to find that damn John Barons, find him, kill him and then find a place to hide for more than ten days to end this damn thing.
Task.
The enemy appeared behind him. Through the rearview mirror, Yu Yang saw a dozen Japanese rushing out of the dense forest, pointing their guns at Yu Yang and starting to shoot.
Bullets hit Yu Yang's jeep, making a ping-pong sound. Yu Yang controlled the jeep to circle twice in the jungle. After avoiding the Japanese, he chose a direction and began to move quickly towards the location of the No. 2 river.
With.
"Shit, I forgot that I was injured!" About ten minutes after driving, Yu Yang suddenly braked and stopped. Only now did Yu Yang realize that he still had wounds on his body. He felt a little dizzy and looked around.
After finding a spot on the back slope and parking the vehicle, Yu Yang took out a first aid kit and prepared to start treating himself.
There are two obvious wounds on Yu Yang's body, one on his arm and one on his left leg. The wound on the arm was left by the Japanese, while the left leg was left by the Americans just recently, and there are some
Blood was flowing out, and the two wounds were not very deep, just some skin injuries that only needed a simple bandage.
After Yu Yang simply bandaged it twice with gauze, he took off his body armor. He felt some pain in his back. He seemed to have been shot several times just now. Yu Yang took off his body armor and looked at it.
There were a total of six bullets on the vest, and two of the pistol bullets did not have much power at all, and there were no traces of the warheads.
A bullet in his chest hit the magazine in front of Yu Yang's body armor and got stuck in a magazine. This was also the most threatening bullet.
Yu Yang gently took out the bullet from the ground. The bullet had already deformed. If it were not blocked by a magazine, although the bullet would not kill him, at least one or two of his bullets would be broken.
rib cage.
The magazine was no longer usable. Yu Yang slowly pulled out the bullets one by one, then reloaded it into another empty magazine. He took off his clothes and took a look.
There were three bruises on his chest, which should have been left after bullets hit the body armor.
There were three bullets behind him. Yu Yang looked at them and found that they were not very powerful. Even the bullets were not deformed. It should be that the barrel of the rifle had been ground flat. The bullets were very weak. Even if Yu Yang was not wearing a body armor,
Wearing thicker clothes, bullets may not be able to penetrate Yu Yang's body.
"The weapons of this era are really backward!" Yu Yang removed all the bullets from his body armor and was shot six times, but none of the bullets penetrated his body armor.
Weapons of this era have rifling. If it is a new weapon, there may not be any problem in penetrating Yu Yang's body armor, but the problem lies in the maintenance of firearms in this era. The rifling of most weapons has been smoothed, especially in the United States.
Many Springfield rifles used by people can only be regarded as smoothbore rifles.
Yu Yang checked his injuries and found that they were not very serious. Yu Yang stood up from the ground and looked at the sky. The sun had already set, and Guadalcanal was about to enter the dark night.
Yu Yang didn't know the topography of Guadalcanal at all. Driving a jeep, Yu Yang needed to find the location of River No. 2 earlier and find the man named damn John Barons earlier.
After Yu Yang put his body armor back on, he returned to his car, stepped on the accelerator, and continued to approach the No. 2 river. He took out a can with one hand and opened the can while driving.
From the passenger seat, I grabbed the meat in the can and started eating.
Yu Yang's hands were covered with blood. He picked up a piece of meat and stuffed it directly into his mouth. Yu Yang didn't feel disgusted at all. When he was in Stalingrad, Yu Yang almost saw Kosygin grabbing a can with bloody hands.
He vomited all the acidic water in his stomach, but now he has become the person he once hated.
While driving, Yu Yang pinched the pieces of meat with his right hand, which was stained with the blood of Americans and Japanese, and threw it directly into his mouth. Then he licked his fingers and took a look at the blood on his hands. The meat was a bit fishy.
, thinking it was the smell of blood, Yu Yang wiped his hands on his clothes, and then continued driving. People will eventually become the person they hate the most.
Near River No. 2, John Barones and several soldiers from D Platoon were building machine gun positions. All the heavy machine guns of their regiment were gathered here, and seven machine gun positions were built to guard against possible Japanese attacks.
Across the river is an open area, only twenty kilometers away from the beachhead where the Japanese landed.
As long as the Japanese soldiers can forcibly cross the No. 2 River, they can completely cut off the connection between the American beachhead and the airport. In this case, they can fundamentally cut off the Americans from continuously transporting supplies from the beachhead to the airport, and thus capture the airport in one fell swoop.
, Regiment C has been crippled, and its total strength is less than 700. For the Americans, with such heavy casualties, the US troops can surrender directly.
"Deploy the machine gun position. Where's the ammunition? Where's the ammunition? Why do you only have so little ammunition!" John Barons roared loudly. The machine gun he was responsible for had less than 500 rounds of ammunition. It was a waste of ammunition for American soldiers.
The speed is such that five hundred rounds of ammunition are not enough for an American soldier to use in two minutes.
"The Japanese are coming, prepare to fight, prepare to fight!" The sentry in front ran back crazily, shouting loudly at the American soldiers in the position.
"Prepare for battle, the Japanese are coming!" John Barones shouted, and all the American soldiers began to enter the position, preparing to meet the enemy.
John Barons used his binoculars to look at the looming Japanese in the dense forest in the distance, and hit the sandbag belt with a hard fist: "These damn Japanese came at the right time, Kevin.
You go to the back and bring some ammunition up, we don't have many bullets here, damn, we only have so few bullets, how can we hold on!"
As soon as John Barons finished speaking, Japanese soldiers appeared in front of the American soldiers. A group of Japanese, at least one large group of Japanese soldiers.
PS: What about those who say they don’t have the brains for plot?
