With the explosion of the grenade, a large amount of soil and grass clippings were lifted into the air, and then fell down one after another, hitting everyone on the head.

"Ta-ta-ta!" At this moment, Hugo also extended the submachine gun in his hand outside the trench and started shooting.

Soon, the remaining white soldiers stretched out their weapons from the trenches and started shooting. The four black men, under Hugo's yelling in a dialect that only they could understand, rounded their arms and fired again and again.

Throw the grenade.

Risking a peek, Wei Ran couldn't help but grin. Even though the firefight and screams were so intense, he couldn't see any enemies outside the trenches at all - the vegetation here was too dense, and he couldn't help but grin.

It is estimated that the effective field of view here may not even be 30 meters!

At this moment, Hugo shouted something in dialect again. Two of the indigenous soldiers immediately took off the extra supplies and equipment and handed them to their companions. They each took a few grenades and ducked into the dense forest behind the trench.

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A moment later, the sounds of grenades exploding and continuous firing were heard from both wings of the firefighting position.

Upon seeing this, Hugo decisively issued a retreat order after emptying a magazine. The soldiers in the trench immediately retreated in an orderly manner with the only wounded. By the way, they also shared some of the weapons left by the two indigenous soldiers.

Supplies dropped.

Soon, only Hugo, who was still firing with his submachine gun, and Wei Ran, who only threw two grenades and never fired at all, were left in the trench.

"Walk"

When Hugo emptied the magazine again, Wei Ran immediately threw out a grenade and a stone he had picked up casually.

"Boom!" Almost at the same time as the explosion sounded, the two people immediately jumped out of the simple trench and began to retreat along the footprints left by the people in front.

Not long after, they encountered a white soldier who was setting up mines, and two indigenous soldiers who had been sent out before.

Carefully avoiding the accompanying thunder, the group of five people continued to move forward, speeding up to join the first evacuees. Under the leadership of the two indigenous soldiers, they found a small stream in the forest and stepped on the stones in the stream.

After walking downstream for more than half an hour, we came ashore again and entered the dense forest again.

"How's Neil doing?"

Hugo stopped beside a fallen tropical tree, raised his telescope and observed the surrounding situation and asked.

"My arm was scratched by a stray bullet, it's not a big problem."

The only injured soldier said immediately, but looking at his expression, you knew that even if the shot was not a big problem, it would be enough to cause him pain for a while.

"Let me take a look." As Wei Ran spoke, he walked up to the soldier and helped him check his wounds.

Fortunately, this shot only tore a blood groove as thick as a finger on his arm. But unfortunately, after asking around, he found that nearly a class of people did not even have a roll of gauze.

Can't find any.

"Hold on a little longer"

As Hugo spoke, he had already taken off the handkerchief tied around his neck and helped the injured soldier wrap up the wound on his arm.

"Hugo, when will we find the company?"

A soldier took a sip of fresh water from the stream and asked a question that revealed a lot of key information.

"I don't know." Hugo shook his head. "Now I can only pray that the firefight just now can attract their attention."

After saying that, Hugo sat down next to Wei Ran, took out the kettle and the piece of paper on which he had just written, and borrowed the pen from Wei Ran again. After the "dear" written before the exchange of fire,

Another English name "Miranda" was added.

"Your wife?" Wei Ran asked pretending to be casual.

"right"

As Hugo spoke, he took out a metal cigarette case from his pocket, opened it, and took out a cigarette for Wei to burn. By the way, he showed a photo. In the photo, there was a beautiful girl being held in Hugo's arms.

woman.

He lit the cigarette with the lighter in his hand. Just as Wei Ran was about to say something, Hugo pointed to the shotgun in his arms and asked, "Where did you get this gun from? Are you left-handed?"

"Why did you ask so?"

Weiran deliberately ignored the first issue and focused on the second issue to divert attention.

"I have a good friend"

Hugo took a puff of his cigarette and explained, "He has a younger brother named Karan. That little guy is 14 years old this year. He is left-handed."

"So?" Wei Ran asked confused.

"My friend bought such a trench gun at a high price from an American ground crewman. It is exactly the same as yours. He asked me to help give it to his brother."

Hugo gestured and said, "When a left-hander uses this kind of gun, he doesn't have to worry about being hit by the ejected bullet casing."

"What a good brother. What is your friend's name?" Wei Ran asked deliberately.

"Hannibal, Hannibal Simpson"

Hugo smiled and replied, "He is a rich bastard, and my wife now works on his family's farm."

"Didn't he serve?" Wei Ran asked curiously.

"My unit and his unit surrendered after the Battle of Singapore last year."

Hugo sighed when he said this, "At that time, I happened to go home on vacation and marry Miranda, so I escaped, but Hannibal lost the news."

"He'll be fine," Wei Ran comforted the other person as sincerely as possible, and then changed the topic to another direction.

In the following chats and insinuations, Wei Ran also roughly understood that this was mid-August, the most difficult period of the Battle of Kokoda Trail.

According to Hugo, after the shameful surrender of the 27th Infantry Brigade where he once served, he came to the territory of Papua New Guinea. With his knowledge of some dialects, he became a command interpreter in the Papua New Guinea Infantry Battalion.

However, in the battle a few days ago, when he was leading the indigenous soldiers to transport ammunition and serve as guides for the 53rd militia battalion, this militia battalion, which was fighting a nuclear-armed army that launched a night attack, unexpectedly fell into a trap.

After the platoon leader was killed, they broke up and ran away for their lives!

Not surprisingly, he and the transport squad of indigenous soldiers he led were completely scattered by these headless deserters, and lost contact with the larger army.

The white soldiers, including Wei Ran, turned out to be deserters that Hugo and the four indigenous soldiers who were originally responsible for transporting ammunition had picked up in the jungle in the past two days.

It was through this brief chat that Wei Ran also learned that Hugo had the highest military rank among this group of people, and with his "advanced age" of 23 years old and his experience of serving in Singapore and fighting, he had become a military commander.

Well-deserved leadership.

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But looking at the abundant ammunition they now have, the meager food supplies, and almost no medical supplies, Wei Ran feels that their top priority now may be to survive.

After this exchange, Wei Ran had already understood the general situation. The talkative Hugo seemed to have found inspiration, and he wrote rows of beautiful English sentences on the letter paper. The words were too descriptive.

The pleasant battlefield environment also made Wei Ran, who was peeking, unable to help but want to laugh.

Before Hugo finished writing this letter, from a distance that didn't feel too far away, there was once again the sound of fierce firefights and faintly audible shouts of killing!

Almost at the same time that these sounds reached his ears, Hugo returned the pen to Wei Ran again, put away the unfinished letters and the kettle that served as a pad, picked up the submachine gun at hand and whispered,

"Finally found it, hurry up and get there!"

After saying that, he immediately changed into his native language to greet the four indigenous soldiers, and walked at the front.

After secretly sizing up the other three white soldiers, Wei Ran felt a little more at ease. Fortunately, even the young soldier with an injured arm didn't have much fear on his face at this time.

A group of nine people, led by indigenous soldiers, ran hard all the way through the mountains and forests. When they panted and climbed up a stone mountain that was only forty or fifty meters high, they saw at a glance at the foot of the mountain on the other side, a heavily armed army.

The Japanese troops advanced quickly through the stream that was barely submerged to their knees, seemingly preparing to outflank the enemy who were still exchanging fire in the distance.

"That move again," Hugo sneered in a low voice, and took off a grenade from his waist again.
Chapter completed!