The wound on the thigh was not caused by a bullet, but a wound that was six or seven centimeters long made by something.

Compared to his minor injuries, the condition of the others was not that good at this time.

The inner side of Hugo's left arm was stabbed with a bayonet. Apparently, the knife aimed at the heart was deflected.

Of those indigenous soldiers who were still fighting, only one was still holding Hugo's pistol. He was not injured. Even when Wei Ran looked at him, the old black man was using a machete to repair the corpse of the remaining Japanese.

Where's the knife?

The few remaining white soldiers, except for the first one whose arm was injured, the rest were lying on the ground like the indigenous soldiers, whose life and death were unknown.

Without enough time to check the condition of the wounded, Wei Ran and two other soldiers also followed Hugo's call and used their weak firepower to attack the enemies down the mountain and those who were firing halfway up the mountain.

However, the good times did not last long. Soon, both Wei Ran and Hugo noticed that their reinforcements seemed to be equally small in number, and they were obviously fighting and retreating.

Upon seeing this, Hugo immediately called Wei Ran and others back to the wounded. After a hasty inspection, he picked up a white soldier who was only shot in the thigh and a soldier who was stabbed in the neck but seemed lucky to be unhurt.

The indigenous soldiers, whose blood vessels and blood vessels were only affected, and whose breathing was only affected, began to retreat, moving in a circuitous direction in the direction where the firefight was still taking place.

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! Soon, they saw an infantry platoon that was helping them attract firepower.

These are three standard ten-man squads. The person in charge is obviously the one with the sideburns holding a Thompson submachine gun in his hand, but when he fires, he actually has a smoking gun in his mouth.

thick cigar.

To his right were six young soldiers holding Enfields and firing continuously. To his left was a three-man Bren machine gun team responsible for suppression. And such a ten-man team also had one on each wing.

When Wei Ran and others saw them, the ammunition soldier in the nearest machine gun team obviously also noticed them and shouted.

After being reminded, the bearded man holding a Thompson in his hand immediately waved to them to come over.

"Walk!"

Hugo didn't hesitate at all, and he led everyone and ran over carrying the only two wounded people.

"Which battalion are you from?" As the bearded man hiding behind the tree trunk spoke, he did not forget to change the magazine of the submachine gun in his hand.

The "Papuan Infantry Battalion" hid behind a tree and shouted in response, "I am Hugo, commanding the interpreter."

"39th Battalion"

The man with the sideburns popped up and fired a burst, then retracted, "I'm Dean, how did you get over there? Were you the ones exchanging fire with those monkeys just now?"

"Gentlemen, if you have time to chat, why don't you give me some first aid kits?" Wei Ran asked before Hugo spoke.

"Who has a first aid kit?" Dean shouted, and soon a young soldier took off a first aid kit and threw it over.

"We don't have much ammunition," Dean urged. "We will withdraw when we are ready."

"One minute!"

Wei Ran responded loudly, and at the same time he tore open the first aid kit, expertly applied a hemostatic bandage to the soldier who was shot in the thigh, and then quickly checked the indigenous soldier who was stabbed in the neck, and after confirming that

After having no other way to deal with it, he immediately used the remaining gauze to wrap a few times on his head, and then briefly tied the wound on Hugo's arm.

While he was busy here, Hugo had already opened the backpack he was carrying, which was originally carried by the indigenous soldiers, and distributed the disposable ammunition slings inside to Dean's riflemen.

"withdraw!"

Seeing that Wei Ran's wounds had been bandaged, Dean immediately issued an order, orderly directing the people and the machine gun team to alternate cover, and began to retreat along the dense jungle on one side of the stream in the mountains. Those who had originally planned to

The Japanese who outflanked but were defeated by Wei Ran and others also started the pursuit under the orders of the commander behind them.

"Where are we going?" When Hugo asked loudly, Wei Ran also pricked up his ears.

"Follow me!" Dean responded without answering the question, and led everyone to continue to retreat.

After walking through the humid and hot jungle, crossing the stream and climbing up a low mountain to completely defeat the enemy, they also saw a trench halfway up the mountain.

Under the leadership of Dean, everyone jumped into a muddy trench. Not long after walking back along this trench, they walked around to the other side of the low mountain and immediately saw several tents set up with canvas for ventilation.

tent.

At this time, there were still some wounded people lying in the tent, and at the same time, there were also some native soldiers who were shirtless, or wearing canvas skirts, or wearing big pants, carrying various supplies on stretchers or donkeys, and transporting various supplies along the way.

Wounded people of all kinds.

Just as he was observing the camp, the surviving indigenous soldier in his group also shouted something, and immediately after, the two indigenous soldiers who were carrying two boxes of ammunition on a stretcher responded enthusiastically.

As the three people communicated in native dialect, the expressions on their faces changed from the excitement of meeting acquaintances to sadness.

"They are all from the same tribe," Hugo couldn't help but sigh after explaining.

"You were separated by the girls from the 53rd Battalion, right?" Dean waited until Wei Ran and the soldier named Neil put the two wounded men on stretchers and carried them away, then asked in an almost affirmative tone.

Hearing this, Hugo nodded angrily, "We were separated from the main force after that night attack."

"In the past two days, we have collected many girls who escaped from the 53rd Militia Battalion and entered the jungle."

Dean said in a mocking tone, "They are too timid, not even as courageous as women. Now those frightened little rabbits have been assigned to transport supplies and wounded people and stand guard with the indigenous soldiers."

After a short pause, Dean looked around at Wei Ran, Hugo and others who were all injured, "What about the four of you? Continue to transport supplies, or stay here? If you choose to transport supplies, I can find two stretchers for you.

Just enough to send your companions back to the rear. If..."

"I want to stay"

Before Dean could finish speaking, Hugo made a decision, "I can speak native language and can be a translator. I can also fight on the front line, or you can let me be responsible for investigation."

"I'll stay too"

Wei Ran then said, "But if you can, please give me some decent supplies, preferably a new shirt and medicine."

"I'll stay too"

Neil, a white soldier with an injured arm, then said, "But I have a condition. I will only follow Captain Hugo."

"Where is he?" Dean looked at the indigenous soldier who still had Hugo's Browning pistol on his waist and several ammunition slings on his body.

"His name is Valoro"

Hugo gave a brief introduction, then switched to dialect and had a conversation with the indigenous soldier.

Soon, he said, "Varolo also wants to stay. He said that his friend is carrying a stretcher. He hopes to get the other party to come over and join the fight. His friend is willing to join the fight."

"I agreed"

Dean nodded indifferently. Seeing this, the indigenous soldier named Valoro immediately waved to the indigenous soldier who was still waiting by the tent, waiting for the indigenous soldier with a necklace of animal teeth and animal bones hanging around his neck to come over.

After that, he immediately bared his big white teeth and introduced me in native dialect.

This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! "This soldier is called Kaikai," Hugo introduced helpfully, "He and Valoro are from the same tribe."

This name is quite cute...

Wei Ran couldn't help but muttered. After a while, a shirtless field doctor emerged from the tent. He tapped the tray in the other hand with the hemostatic forceps, "And

Who needs a tailor here quick?”

"Go and treat your wounds quickly."

Dean waved to the field doctor as he spoke, and then continued to Wei Ran and others, "I will arrange tasks for you later."

Upon hearing this, Hugo immediately greeted everyone and walked into the tent that served as the operating room.

The environment here is really not that good. There is damp gravel under the feet, and there are a lot of pieces of meat and blood-stained clothes and fabrics discarded on it, and there are even two fingers that don't know who they belong to.

"My craftsmanship is not good, which one of you will come first?"

The field doctor said while preparing an analgesic injection, "Also, you can call me a tailor, and it's better to think of me as a tailor."

"I'll go first." Wei Ran took the lead and sat down. "Just help me sew up the wound on my head."

"no problem"

The field doctor who called himself a tailor quickly injected a small amount of anesthetic around the wound, and then completed the debridement and suturing work with a meticulousness that was beyond Wei Ran's expectation. By the way, he also helped Wei Ran sew up the scratch on his leg.

Four stitches and wrapped in gauze.

"I thought your skills were really not that good," Wei Ran couldn't help but say.

"I'm a tailor, not a veterinarian."

The field doctor said this while treating Hugo's wounds, but he didn't notice Wei Ran's strange expression at all.

It took less than half an hour to treat all the wounds of the three people. The tailor also distributed some adipine used to treat malaria to each of the two black men and supervised them to take it.

Go down.

While the doctor was not paying attention, Wei Ran also stuffed a surgical medical kit and four or five boxes of simple-packaged condoms into Valoro's backpack under the cover of Hugo and Neil.

When they walked out of the tent, the bearded man named Dean was already waiting for them.

"Come with me"

The man with the sideburns turned around while he was talking, led them into a tent next door, motioned them to sit down on the ammunition box, and then said, "We need someone to detect the enemy's movements, if you are willing to stay

, I only have this task for you."

"No problem" Hugo said without thinking.

“Our base camp is in Insurava”

Dean had already opened an ammunition box as he spoke, "There will be a firefight with the enemies you just ambushed here, so I'm afraid you need to set out immediately to detect the movements, number and weapons of the enemy's main force, and send the intelligence to
To be continued...