"Victor? Victor? Is that you Victor?"

In the dense forest, Hugo, who was lame on one leg, gasped and shouted Wei Ran's name. Behind him, the indigenous soldier Valoro held up a Sten submachine gun and stared nervously behind him.

"Stop shouting, it's over here."

After saying that, Wei Ran, who was hiding behind the tree, waited quietly for a while before walking out.

"Great! You are indeed alive!"

Hugo immediately looked happy when he saw Wei Ran, and then he subconsciously looked behind Wei Ran.

"Neil is dead"

Wei Ran hurriedly whispered before the other party spoke again, "Kai Kai is also dead, they. They were dismembered and abandoned on the edge of the path, in a conspicuous position near where we separated."

Seeing the way the indigenous Valoro looked at Hugo eagerly when he heard himself saying Kaikai's name again, Wei Ran gave Hugo enough time to translate, and waited until the other party finished communicating with Valoro.

Said, "Tell me about the situation here."

"That's the airport over there. It's not far, less than 500 meters away."

Hugo raised his hand and pointed behind him, sighed and said, "Yesterday we took advantage of the heavy rain to get rid of the enemies who had been chasing us. We were originally going to go to the airport for reconnaissance today, but before we saw the airport, we were patrolled by patrols.

Found out, my leg was also hit by the opponent's sniper, and Valoro's face was also injured just now. Moreover, we have almost used up all the grenades and bullets."

Hearing this, Wei Ran examined the wounds of the two men. Although bones were vaguely visible in the wounds on Hugo's calf, and the muscle on one side of the calf was torn open with a wound the size of a disposable lighter. Fortunately, the bullet was

It didn't stay inside, and the amount of bleeding didn't seem to damage any major blood vessels.

I checked Valoro's wounds again. Compared to Hugo, his injuries looked more serious. Not only was the left ear incomplete, there was blood dripping from the ears, and there were also two strips on the left side of his face.

It appeared to be a severe cut caused by a grenade or trapped fragments.

"Be patient first"

Wei Ran helped the two of them re-bandage their wounds and gave each of them an injection of morphine, while saying, "We need to get rid of the pursuers first and then find a safe place."

Hearing this, Hugo changed into dialect and spoke hurriedly to Valoro. Although the latter was inconvenient to speak due to the wound on his cheek, he nodded happily and walked with Wei Ran, one on the left and the other on the right.

Inconvenienced, Hugo got into the jungle.

It was quite difficult to get rid of the pursuers who had been chasing behind them for almost half an hour. Wei Ran and Valoro, who were originally taking turns carrying Hugo, stopped in no particular order.

"Are we here?" Hugo, who was lying on Wei Ran's shoulder and could only see Wei Ran's heels and butt, raised his head and asked with difficulty.

"No"

After speaking, Wei Ran put Hugo down, then raised his finger and pointed at the crown of a big tree directly in front of him.

Jumping around in a circle, Hugo looked in the direction of Wei Ran's finger.

This is a small open space in the rain forest that rarely gets sunlight, and the crown of the big tree that is more than 10 meters high and is bathed in sunlight is covered with a broken parachute. There is also a broken parachute hanging under the crown.

It is a cylindrical airdrop tank that is less than two meters long and looks somewhat similar to a large aerial bomb.

Perhaps in order to increase the amount of airdropped supplies, the iron airdrop tank is surrounded by a space rocket with a booster engine. At the lower part, two bundles of blankets, each about one meter tall, are tied with ropes.

, as for what is in this blanket, we can only know it after it is taken apart.

"This is an airdrop of supplies!"

Hugo said excitedly, "About half a month ago, we had planes flying overhead to drop supplies, but those bastards threw all the stuff in this damn place, and now they no longer dare to airdrop it to us.

"

“Looks like good luck”

As Wei Ran spoke, he had already walked over. He first used the muzzle of his gun to pick away a snake that was coiled on the airdrop can. Then he carefully cut off the tight parachute ropes and said, "If there are medicines in it, at least don't

You will become disabled."

Before he finished speaking, two bundles of blankets were untied first, and Valoro carried them aside to open them.

Unfortunately, the news is mixed. The two long bundles wrapped in relatively thick blankets only contained five Enfield rifles, five disposable rifle ammunition carriers with a capacity of 50 rounds each, and

Just five bottles stuffed into the ammunition belt.

"Let Valoro find a place to hide these weapons, and we will take those Ah's Ping away."

While Wei Ran was talking, he also cut the last two parachute ropes and carefully placed the airdrop tank on the ground.

While Valoro was busy hiding the rifles, Wei Ran had already used the shotgun butt in his hand to break open the lock of the empty can. After opening it, he saw at a glance three rifles sprayed with yellow-green camouflage paint.

The butt also held an Owen submachine gun with a loaded magazine using what appeared to be rubber bands cut from bicycle inner tubes.

In addition to these three submachine guns, which are definitely considered "new" at this moment, the airdrop can also contains 15 No. 36 grenades wrapped in socks, and three British standard seven-pack submachine gun magazine carrying bags, and

A fully loaded Owen submachine gun magazine was already loaded inside.

In the remaining space, the most abundant items were 20-piece bottles of Ah's Ping and bags of biscuits and cans of American lunch meat, plus a few black tea bags and boxes of 9mm pistol bullets.

Between these miscellaneous items and the three submachine guns, what was separated was a medical satchel used by a medic or a stretcher-bearer, and four machetes wrapped in canvas and tied tightly with ropes.

In addition to these, there are also two American-style L-shaped flashlights, cellophane-wrapped batteries, and even compasses, maps, cigarettes and other consumables stuffed inside.

"Is this an Owen submachine gun?" As Hugo spoke, he had already jumped over lamely, bent down and picked up a submachine gun to play with.

"Have you seen them?" Wei Ran asked while checking the two medical satchels.

"Of course I have seen it. I even tried shooting it." Hugo explained, "That happened about three months ago. This gun is mine."

While talking, Hugo had already sat down on the stone mountain next to the airdrop tank, picked up an ammunition bag, and hung it around his neck after thinking about it for a while.

"Sit tight and don't move."

While Wei Ran was speaking, he had already put the medical bag he had just taken out and the Japanese backpack he had just taken off together, and then took out the same British medical satchel he had received from the "tailor", and again

He injected some morphine around Hugo's wound, untied the cloth that wrapped the wound, and began the work of debridement and suturing skillfully.

"Can you still do this?" Hugo asked Weiran curiously.

"Veterinarian," Wei Ran said absently, without raising his head as he worked, "Let Valoro hide the rest of the things."

"Do not worry"

As Hugo spoke, he changed into dialect and said something to Valoro, and at the same time pointed to the airdrop tank next to him.

After some communication between the two, Valoro also changed to an Owen submachine gun, and after Hugo taught him how to use it, he immediately ran out.

"What did he do?" Wei Ran asked while suturing the wound that had been debrided.

"I went to find people from their tribe for help."

Hugo took out a pack of cigarettes from the airdrop can, tore it open and lit one, and explained in a puff of smoke, "Their tribe is nearby. He originally wanted to take us to their tribe, which is very remote.

"

"The tribe that gave you divination?" Wei Ran asked with a smile.

"right"

Hugo nodded, "I know everyone in their tribe, and they all know me. I also learned my native language from them."

Hearing this, Wei Ran didn't say anything more. He stitched up the wound on Hugo's leg as carefully as possible, then bandaged it carefully and used a condom to waterproof it.

Finally, he helped the other party re-treat the wounds on his arms. Only then did he have time to change some medicine for the wounds on his head and thighs, and re-bandage them with clean gauze.

The work here has just finished, and Valoro has already brought ten people wearing canvas skirts with blow darts or spears in their hands, wearing various animal tooth and bone ornaments around their necks, and their faces are painted red and white.

, as if the natives who had just finished singing Peking Opera and had not had time to take off their makeup came over.

After Hugo greeted these big black men he obviously knew one by one, and after the two sides communicated for a few words in a dialect that only Wei Ran could not understand, Valoro immediately put away the two bundles of rifles he had just hidden.

They carried it out again and gave one to each of the natives.

While Hugo was communicating with them in native language, Wei Ran also called Valoro over, sat him down where Hugo had just done, and helped him debridement the wounds on his face and the missing ears.

Suturing and bandaging.

In such a short time, several natives had already torn off the white umbrella cloth and the tough umbrella ropes from the tree, combined them with sticks chopped from the surroundings, and skillfully made a simple stretcher for those with inconvenient legs and feet.

Hugo lay down in it.

After Weiran picked through the airdrop box, he took an American L-shaped flashlight, a few grenades, a compass, black tea bags, cigarettes and other small items from the airdrop box. The airdrop can was also used by four indigenous people who had already carried rifles on their backs.

It was lifted up like a stick carrying a sedan chair.

"Victor, don't you get a submachine gun?"

Hugo, who was lying on the stretcher, asked curiously, "I have tried this submachine gun, and it is much easier to use than the Sten."

"No need, it's enough for me to have this shotgun." Wei Ran said, stuffing all the small items he just picked out into the Japanese backpack he had captured.

Taking out the camera he had picked up earlier, Wei Ran took a group photo of the indigenous people, including Valoro, as well as Hugo lying on the stretcher and the airdrop tank being carried.

"Where did you get the camera?" Hugo asked Weiran in surprise.

"Found it from a Japanese soldier's bag." Wei Ran stuffed the camera back into his already full backpack, slung it on his shoulder, picked up the shotgun and walked beside the stretcher.

"Victor, we have to scout Kokoda Airport to see if there are any reinforcements there," Hugo said abruptly.

"Shall I go?" Wei Ran asked proactively.

"Your leg is also injured," Hugo said. "Let Valoro go, as long as we teach him to take pictures."
To be continued...