On the evening when Xia Shushi proved to Mr. Simpson that basically all the descendants of the executioners were dead, the already extravagant dinner was once again upgraded to a higher level under the arrangement of Tang Translator who got the news.

At the very least, there were a lot of large green-lipped abalone and black-lipped abalone on the table, and even the oysters I had eaten before were bigger. Correspondingly, the local specialty kangaroo meat was no longer available.

As for the king crab that girls love to eat, Tang Yi even said that they can eat it as they like.

It's a joke to eat casually. If one person can eat a whole big crab, it's considered a good appetite, not to mention there are so many other delicacies.

With the other party's wholehearted hospitality, everyone was extremely satisfied with the dinner. However, during the dinner, whether it was Wei Ran, Ji Ma or the Katenka sisters, they still maintained the most basic principles of being a little K.

The only reason for their vigilance was to drink a small glass of beer brewed on the farm.

After dinner, a bonfire was lit in the open space outside. The cowboys who were about to go home for Christmas on vacation seemed to have gotten the good news. Taking advantage of the cool weather in the evening and the absence of their boss, they simply held a bonfire carnival.

As expected, this activity attracted everyone's attention. Not long after, Ji Ma pulled Maya up and got in first. Then, before Xia Shushi spoke, Lola also pulled Lu Xinda over to watch the fun.

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"You guys go and play too," Wei Ran supported Suisui and said to the Katenka sisters, "I'll take her back to her room."

Hearing this, the Katenka sisters looked at each other, each carrying a bottle of pretend beer and followed Lola and Lu Xinda.

"Am I the only one left alone?" Xia Shushi looked at the empty group of friends around him and couldn't help but muttered.

“Mr.

As soon as he said these words, Xia Shushi suddenly became interested and followed him towards the lively crowd.

On the second floor of the room, Wei Ran sent Suisui, who was not drinking well, back to the room, and after she fell asleep, he returned to the first floor and looked at the two trench guns side by side and the two

Vintage leather suitcase containing an Owen submachine gun.

Now that Mr. Simpson's trouble has been solved, if the second photo album, which was given to Xia Shushi before the meal, is to be of real value, it is still necessary to find those negatives.

Although those negatives no longer mean much to Mr. Simpson, they are a deadly weapon for the Hella organization and must be obtained.

Obviously, it is undoubtedly the most efficient method to ask Nagatsuka Joeji himself, who took those evil photos, where those negatives were hidden.

After some thought, Wei Ran first took out the disassembled Owen submachine gun from the suitcase stamped with "Hugo Spencer" and assembled it, then picked up the Yinsaka 37 shotgun.

He quietly went upstairs and got into an unused room. After closing the curtains, he placed the two weapons on the table.

This was not over yet, he then opened his briefcase, took out the broken Japanese katana and put it together.

After finally checking the room, Wei Ran, who locked the door, then checked the props that could be taken out of the metal book one after another, and then sat down in front of the three things again.

"Will you be sent to the Sandakan Death March or the Battle of Kokoda Trail? It would be great if you were sent directly to the Nagatsuka Maru whaler..."

Wei Ran took out the metal book while muttering to himself. He gritted his teeth nervously and watched as the book turned page by page, finally stopping at a blank page. Then he watched the metal quill slowly float up,

A picture was drawn on the pale yellow paper.

In this picture, there are two half-figures. The two figures with their backs facing each other. The one on the left carries an Insaka 37 trench shotgun on his shoulder, and the one on the right carries an Owen submachine gun in his hand.

As for the half of the figure behind the two people, it was a headless corpse lying on the ground with only its torso left. There was a broken knife stuck in its chest - just like the one found in the Japanese garden in Kobe.

Same as in those photos.

Seeing this, Wei Ran immediately breathed a sigh of relief. Sure enough, when these three things were put together, he was really sent to the whaling ship!

Under his increasingly brilliant smile, the metal quill brushed down lines of text that made him stop smiling and break into a cold sweat.

Role identity: Machine gunner Victor

Return mission: Kill at least 20 enemies, kill all crew members and blow up the engine, and take at least 10 photos.

Marines? 20 enemies?

Just as Wei Ran was stunned, everything in front of him was replaced by a strong white light. Then he saw that the items that could be used this time not only included Mauser bayonets and titanium alloy pistols, but also items that had hardly been used before.

A great anti-Japanese sword!

Continuing on, pens and the British army kettle that he had just filled with cold beer appeared one after another.

And in the end, what appeared in the white light turned out to be a sailor bag from the USS Johnston and a gas mask bag filled with various small items.

During the slightly long wait, he gradually heard the chirping of insects coming from everywhere around him, and felt the hot, humid and sticky air with the smell of humus that is unique to tropical jungles.

At the same time, he also felt that he seemed to be holding something in his arms. He blinked hard to regain his sight, and he first looked at his surroundings.

Everywhere he looked, there were nothing but trees. At this time, he was huddled together with four strong men with dark skin and curly hair, wearing only khaki canvas skirts, and four other white people, crowded into a room that was only half a meter at most.

In a trench less than 10 meters deep.

Directly in front of the trench is a steep slope, and through the trees that obscure the view, one can clearly hear the gurgling sound of water. Although there is also a tropical jungle behind the trench, the terrain is extremely flat, at least there is not much within the line of sight.

Big climb.

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! "Victor, do you have a pen on you?"

Just as he was observing his surroundings, the white soldier next to him, who looked to be twenty-three or four years old, asked in a low voice. In his hand, he was also holding a British enamel kettle, and on top of the kettle,

A piece of letter paper folded in half and a pen with a broken nib.

"have"

Wei Ran responded in a low voice, reached into his pocket as a cover, took out a pen from the metal book and handed it to the other party.

"Thanks"

The soldier said and reached out to take the pen, but for a moment he hesitated as if he didn't know what to write. Seeing this, Wei Ran took the time to check his outfit and weapons and equipment.

The news was both good and bad. Although he now held the identity of a machine gunner, he did not hold a machine gun in his arms. Instead, he held an Insaka 37 shotgun.

In fact, not only did he not have a machine gun, but the nine men in this trench, including him, couldn't get a machine gun together, and the only thing that looked like a machine gun was just the canvas bag on his shoulder that was used to equip the gun barrel.

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As expected, there was no spare barrel in the bag. Instead, it contained several boxes of No. 12 shotgun shells, a bottle of Adipin to treat malaria, half a bunch of bananas, two pairs of underwear and four grenades wrapped in socks.

In addition to these messy things, Wei Ran was also wearing a pair of American canvas leggings, a pair of "Bombay bloomer" training trousers with rolled-up legs, and an khaki shirt that was not fully buttoned and exuded a strong smell of sweat.

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Of course, there is also the iconic curled cowboy hat and handkerchief tied around his neck, as well as an English water bottle on his waist and four No. 36 anti-personnel mines on his belt, but other than these, he has nothing else.

Yes.

There was no backpack, no extra food, and no medicine to treat injuries or even prevent mosquitoes.

But looking at the black men wearing canvas skirts, Wei Ran suddenly felt a little more balanced. Apart from a skirt each and a canvas backpack with unknown contents, each of these four old black men only had a machete in their hands.

Or an engineer shovel, and a few disposable ammunition straps hanging crosswise on the chest. Not to mention decent weapons, not everyone even has a kettle.

The other four white men were not much better. They were dressed similarly to me, with each having a disposable ammunition belt on their chest and two to five grenades on their waists.

Three of them were using Lee-Enfield rifles, but the one next to him who was busy writing a letter was using a Sten submachine gun.

In addition to the different weapons, he also had a Japanese-style telescope that was stained with a lot of mud hanging around his neck, and a leather gun holster around his waist with a Browning high-powered pistol in it.

"Hugo, there is movement."

Just when the young man who asked Wei Ran to borrow a pen was just writing the word "dear", a white man holding an Enfield rifle also reminded him in a low voice.

Hearing this, the young man who was about to continue writing immediately returned the pen to Wei Ran. He turned over and leaned his upper body out of the trench. At the same time, he also raised the telescope in his hand. By the way, Wei Ran was able to confirm that this person was the protagonist.

One of Hugo.

After two minutes of observation, Hugo slowly retreated into the trench, made a silent gesture to the left and right, and then slowly pulled out a grenade from his waist and shook it.

Upon seeing this, not only did Wei Ran and another white man whose name he did not know immediately pull out a grenade from his belt, but one of the four old black men also immediately opened his backpack, reached out and took out several grenades from inside.

to the remaining three black men.

As everyone waited quietly, the rustling sounds gradually covered up the sound of gurgling water. Occasionally, commands in Japanese could still be faintly heard.

However, Hugo never issued an order, but waited patiently.

"boom!"

Without any warning, there was an explosion from the direction of the foot of the mountain, followed by screams and the sound of gunfire.

Making a silent gesture to everyone again, Hugo rounded his arms and threw the grenade with the safety pin out.

Before his grenade hit the ground and exploded, the others, including Wei Ran, also threw out the grenades they had prepared!

"Boom boom boom boom!"

Amidst a series of explosions, screams and increasingly fierce gunshots reached everyone's ears.

Almost at the same time as this series of explosions occurred, Hugo had already thrown a second grenade in the direction of the gunfire. Seeing this, everyone immediately took out a second grenade and threw it out.

"Boom boom boom!"

After another series of explosions, bullets from no direction finally hit the vicinity of the trenches, splashing up clouds of soil and breaking unknown shrubs. Soon, accompanied by Japanese shouts, more and more people shouted.

Bullets were also fired.

"ah!"

A soldier who was about to throw the third grenade let out a scream, and the grenade in his hand fell into the trench.

Upon seeing this, a soldier immediately picked it up and threw it out. At the same time as the explosion occurred, he used his body to protect the soldier who had just screamed.

"boom!"
To be continued...