In the hot and humid jungle, Wei Ran borrowed Hugo's lighter and roasted the blood-sucking locusts off the opponent's body, and then allowed the other party to help him burn the leech off his back.

"Hugo, how should we conduct reconnaissance?" asked Neil, a white soldier, sitting on a large moss-covered rock.

"Go behind those monkeys," Hugo said without thinking. "The only ones currently exchanging fire with Dean are the vanguard. We need to find their main force."

"Before that, I think we should find a way to fill our stomach first."

As he spoke, Wei Ran opened the canvas barrel bag that served as a backpack and took out half a bunch of bananas that had been crushed or crushed in the previous exchange of fire.

Everyone present was given one banana. When Wei Ran ate his own banana in two bites, the others also took out some food from their bags and shared it.

After barely filling his stomach, Wei Ran dug out a box of condoms he had received from the field tailor, first changed himself into a pair of dry socks, and then put a layer of condoms on the outside.

Not only that, he also put one on his head, covering the bandaged wound like a swimming cap, and cut the other half off, put it on the bandaged wound on his leg, and used a strip of cloth to seal it.

Wrapping and bandaging.

Finally, he put on his boots, and Wei Ran used condoms to waterproof Hugo and Neil's wounds.

While he was busy, Hugo was also busy communicating with the two indigenous warriors in native language.

And that Neil also followed Wei Ran's example, changed into a pair of clean socks and wrapped a layer of condoms around them.

Although they didn't get much supplies and rest at the position that Chief Di was responsible for just now, at least the two indigenous warriors each got a pair of bloomer-style training pants and an English kettle.

While the two indigenous soldiers were busy changing their canvas skirts into shorts, Wei Ran also took out his titanium alloy pistol, filled the empty magazine with bullets, and then put a dozen rounds of shotshells in his pocket.

After all the preparations, this long canvas bag that still smells of bananas now contains several boxes of shotguns, a stolen small medical bag and six or seven grenades - not counting the ones on his waist.

Those four grenades.

However, looking at these relatively abundant ammunition, Wei Ran was inevitably a little scared. He was really worried that he would starve again this time. He was really scared of hunger.

At this moment, Hugo finally completed communication with the two indigenous soldiers who had put on shorts.

"Let's rest for another ten minutes."

Before Hugo finished speaking, the two indigenous soldiers named Valoro and Kaikai had already stood up and walked towards the dense forest in the distance with submachine guns and Enfield rifles respectively and the pistol handed by Hugo.

"They will find food"

As he spoke, Hugo lit a cigarette and said in a puff of smoke, "They are the masters here."

"Hugo, where did you learn the dialect?" the white soldier Neil asked curiously.

“I met you very early”

Hugo explained with a smile, “I grew up in Port Moresby, and I worked on cargo ships traveling between Port Moresby and Australia very early on.

Although I later went to Darwin Port with my parents, before the war, I still often came to Port Moresby to do business, and I have been good friends with the indigenous tribes for many years."

"So you're a sailor?"

Neil, a white soldier, also took out a cigarette and lit it. He leaned against a big stone and said, "Before the war, I had never been to the north. I am from Melbourne and I used to be a sailor."

"I used to be a third mate." Hugo rolled up his sleeves as he spoke, revealing the sea anchor tattoo on his arm.

"You should go to the Navy," Neil said, "and I should go to the Navy."

"Then why didn't you go?" Wei Ran couldn't help but ask.

"The wizards from Valoro's tribe told me in a divination that I would die at sea." Hugo spread his hands, "So I didn't go."

"When I rushed to the recruitment point, only the militia was recruiting people," Neil said innocently, "I can't rush back to Melbourne, it's too far."

"Sufficient reason" Wei Ran shook his head in confusion.

After this small talk, the two indigenous soldiers also rushed back from two directions, each carrying a large bunch of bananas and a pack of tangerines in their hands.

Although the only thing they could eat was fruit, it was still better than nothing. Everyone divided some among themselves and put it into their own bags. They carried weapons and continued to move forward in the dense jungle under the leadership of two indigenous soldiers.

Not long after, there was a fierce exchange of fire from the direction behind them. Wei Ran and others knew that it was Commander Di and others who had blocked the Japanese who were trying to outflank them.

Without saying anything else, the two indigenous soldiers, Wei Ran and others all subconsciously speeded up their pace.

Led by the indigenous soldiers, they circled around the front line where the firefight was taking place. The group of five people then became increasingly quiet and cautious.

However, just as they cautiously climbed over a low mountain and tried to approach the Kokoda Trail, they vaguely heard screams and wailings of extreme terror that echoed through the valley, as well as unbridled crazy smiles.

Without hesitation at all, Hugo took off the telescope around his neck and handed it to the indigenous man named Valoro. At the same time, he said something in native language. The latter also took off his backpack and extra weapons before taking the telescope.

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Under the watchful eyes of Wei Ran and others, the native named Valoro climbed up a tall tree like a nimble monkey, stepped on the branches and raised the telescope.

Soon, he climbed to the waist of the tree as quickly as possible and whispered something in native dialect.

As he described, Wei Ran also noticed that Hugo's face gradually became gloomy and he clenched his fists.

"What's wrong?" Wei Ran asked in a low voice.

"Those demons have captured a few stray soldiers and are interrogating...no, torturing them."

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! Hugo paused, gritted his teeth and said, "Varolo said that a man was cutting off the arm of an Australian soldier with a long knife, and there were many bastards around him.

Watching."

Looking up at the tall tree entangled with vines, Wei Ran handed the canvas bag and weapons to Hugo. After Valoro came down, he climbed up the vines at a speed not much slower than him.

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Not long after, the dense tree canopy completely blocked everyone under the tree. Wei Ran also hugged a branch, took out the gas mask bag from the USS Johnston destroyer, and took out the MK43 telescope belonging to Captain Evans from it.

Aiming at the direction where the scream came from.

Between the gaps in the tree canopy, he clearly saw a path that was only one meter wide, winding through the dense forest.

On this trail, heavily armed Japanese soldiers were lining up, but on the side of the road, there were several young white soldiers hanging from the branches of a big tree.

In front of them, a young soldier's arms had been cut off at the elbows. At this time, four Japanese soldiers were working in groups of two, tying up his wounds with ropes and violently stopping the bleeding.

Next to this suffering soldier, there was a Japanese soldier who was wiping his command knife with a cowboy hat. At his feet were two hands with all the fingers cut off!

At this moment, Hugo also climbed up another tree next to him. He also raised his telescope and silently watched the tragedy that happened on the path.

Soon, with a new round of screams, the Japs wielding the command knife chopped off another calf of the young soldier, while several Japs around him were still clapping and applauding, even those passing by.

The soldiers, after passing by the bloody execution site, were whispering to each other with smiles on their faces.

Although the view was not clear due to the obstruction of the tree canopy, Wei Ran still noticed that Hugo raised the Enfield rifle on his back several times and then put it down several times.

In the end, this soldier, who was only twenty-three or fourteen years old, tremblingly took out a small book only about the size of a palm from his arms, hugged the tree trunk, and recorded something on it with a pencil, and from time to time, he would erase it.

Out of the corner of his eye, he raised his telescope and pointed it at the polluted path.

At the same time, Wei Ran on another tree never put down the telescope in his hand, silently watching the demons in the distance cut off the soldier's limbs and genitals wantonly and violently stopped the bleeding, silently

Watching them take off all the clothes on the still living soldier, and use four wooden wedges to nail his limbs to the trunk of a thick tree growing beside the path.

Finally, those demons extended their butcher knives to another young soldier who was hanging on the tree.

Under the peeping eyes of Wei Ran and the tearful Hugo, in their respective telescopes, the soldier's limbs were chopped off, his abdominal cavity was opened, and then his head was chopped off with a knife.

The third, the fourth, the fifth.

In the end, when the last Australian soldier, who was frightened and completely collapsed, was nailed alive to the tree trunk with wooden wedges amidst meaningless screams, the first soldier who was nailed to the tree trunk also followed.

He let out a desperate roar.

On the crown of the tree next door, Hugo once again raised the Enfield rifle he had brought, first aiming at the demon wiping the butcher knife, and then at the two men nailed to the tree.

A young soldier.

But in the end, he just hammered the tree trunk hard, gritted his teeth and put on the telescope again, and continued to stare at the winding enemies whose heads could not even be seen, recording vital intelligence.

About five minutes later, Hugo and Wei Ran climbed down from the dense canopy one after another and returned to the surface again.

"Guys, we must not let those demons capture Moresby, we must not let them invade Australia!"

Hugo, who was pale but had red eyes, gritted his teeth and said, "We must drive them away, drive them away from Papua!"

"Hugo, you...what did you see?" Neil asked nervously.

"Don't ask." Wei Ran answered the question for Hugo and asked, "What should we do next?"

"Let's go north," Hugo said, rubbing his face vigorously. "We want to know how many troops they have."

While talking, Hugo tore off a piece of paper from the palm-sized notepad, folded it in half and handed it to Valoro. At the same time, he communicated a few words with Valoro and Kaikai in native language.

Soon, the piece of paper was handed over from Valoro's hand to Kaikai's, along with the Sten submachine gun in Valoro's hand.

Taking the note and the weapon, an indigenous man named Kaikai unscrewed a small brown glass medicine bottle tied with a leather rope around his neck, rolled up the note, stuffed it in and screwed on the bottle cap, and then pinned it to his waist.

He handed the Browning rifle to Valoro, and then said something in dialect.

Under the gaze of Wei Ran and others, Kaikai held the Sten submachine gun in one hand and the magazine removed from Qiang's body in the other, and disappeared into the green hell-like jungle in the blink of an eye.

"Let's leave quickly"

After Hugo finished speaking, he exchanged a few words with Valoro in dialect. The latter first took the Enfield rifle that Hugo had just borrowed, and exchanged the submachine gun he held for him with the former, and then handed the original

The Browning Hi-Power pistol belonging to Hugo was pinned to his belt, and then he waved to the three of them, taking the lead and crossing a dead tree lying on the ground, covered with moss and mushrooms.

"Will Kaikai come back? Can he find us?" Neil asked worriedly.
To be continued...