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.

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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.

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"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.
To be continued...