War Photographer's Notebook

Chapter 1143 Ambush and Reconnaissance

"boom--!"

Accompanied by a series of explosions that were almost in a line, the devils who originally planned to outflank were immediately thrown off their feet by the bombs. Before they could get up, the second round of grenades also shot from the dense vegetation, but the height was only It flew down from a short mountain less than 50 meters away.

After this round, Wei Ran only had the last three grenades taken out of his bag left in Wei Ran's hands, while the rest of them had already used up all their stocks.At this time, Hugo started shooting with three other white soldiers, and those aboriginal soldiers also clenched the machetes in their hands, ready for hand-to-hand combat at any time.

Seeing this, Wei Ran pinned the three grenades on his belt, then picked up the trench gun, aimed at a ghost that was faintly visible in the jungle, and pulled the trigger.

"boom!"

After this dull gunshot, which was different from other gunshots, the ghost also fell on his back into the stream, and then was washed downstream by the already dyed red water.

"It's quite useful."

Wei Ran muttered, and immediately after that, dense bullets hit the tall tree where he was hiding, and he was so suppressed that he couldn't stand up.

Hearing the sound of those ghosts climbing towards the top of the mountain getting closer, Wei Ran took out a grenade and threw it out.

"boom!"

After the explosion, he leaned forward immediately, aimed at the figure he could see and pulled the trigger again and again, firing all the four bullets in the magazine.

Retracting back behind the big tree where he was hiding, Wei Ran first pushed a bullet into the chamber of the gun, and then filled the magazine with only four rounds capacity.

In such a short period of time, Hugo just emptied a magazine, and the pistol at his waist was also being held by a native soldier at this time, hiding behind a tree, risking half of his body, and The other three white soldiers aimed at the mountain and pulled the trigger again and again.

Seeing that Hugo was changing the magazine, Wei Ran immediately raised the gun and squeezed the trigger, pulling the handguard again and again to fire quickly, making up for the firepower gap after losing the suppression of the only submachine gun.

However, the only five rounds of bullets were emptied in a few seconds, Wei Ran retracted to the bunker to reload the bullets, and Hugo, who had already changed the magazine, also started to suppress with the Sten submachine gun in his hand again.

But only after such a short time, the native soldier who fired with a pistol fell on his back and fell silent. A white soldier also fell to the ground clutching his chest, twisting back and forth in pain, but he was about to die. no more.

"Are there any more grenades?!" Hugo yelled and asked.

"The last two!"

Wei Ran, who had just reloaded two shotgun shells, took off the grenade pinned to his waist while speaking, pulled out the ring and threw it out.

Almost at the front and back, the two indigenous soldiers also picked up the weapons of the two soldiers who were shot, and continued to pour firepower at the enemy down the mountain.

"boom!"

After the grenade exploded, there was also the sound of machine guns firing at the foot of the mountain, and the trees and ground around Wei Ran and the others also splashed a lot of sawdust, soil and gravel under the impact of the bullets.

Taking advantage of being suppressed to fill the weapon in his hand with bullets, Wei Ran casually picked up a stone and threw it out. Unsurprisingly, when the stone fell to the ground, he heard the exclamation of the devils and did not know which one The unlucky ghost made a very clear scream after falling.

But then, he saw a rifle with a bayonet emerging from behind a tree not far away.Not caring much, Wei Ran raised the shotgun in his hand and pulled the trigger!
"boom!"

After the shot, he clearly saw the devil's hand holding the rifle's handguard explode into a cloud of blood. The devil also screamed and dropped the weapon, clutching its bloody paw, staggering and rolling He fell down the hillside like a ground gourd.

"Retreat!" Hugo yelled, and then greeted in the native language,

After receiving the order, everyone immediately retreated slightly, hid in the blind spot where the machine guns were firing upwards at the bottom of the mountain, each found a cover, and shot wildly at the devils who had already climbed up.

I have to admit that whether it is the shotgun in Wei Ran's hand, the Sten submachine gun in Hugo's hand whose magazine has been hooked by vines several times, or even the Enfield in the hands of the other soldiers, they are all better than the devil's. The [-] cover in hand has a higher rate of fire.

This is undoubtedly a huge advantage, coupled with the geographical advantage, at this time, there are only six or seven of them, but they suppressed those devils who had struggled to climb the mountain, and they couldn't climb up at all.

However, the good times did not come to fruition, and soon, grenades flew up from the mountainside.Seeing this, Wei Ran didn't care about other people at all, so he turned around and lay down in the gap between the plank roots of a big tree.

After a series of rumbling explosions, one after another devils rushed forward shouting Wan Sui in Japanese.

But looking around again, apart from Wei Ran, the only ones alive at this time seemed to be Hugo with a submachine gun in his hand, two indigenous soldiers, and a white soldier.

"Da da da!"

With a loud shout, Hugo fired a fan with a submachine gun, and drove back the few devils who had just rushed up.

Almost at the same time as he emptied the magazine, Wei Ran, who was ready, threw out the last grenade, and then raised the shotgun in his hand to get ready.

"Boom!" The explosion of the grenade had just ended, and amidst the screams of the wounded devils on the hillside, the Japanese "Wan Sui" sounded again and again.

"boom!"

Almost at the same time that a devil's steel helmet just popped out, Wei Ran pulled the trigger, and the nine-shot shotgun wrapped in huge energy easily lifted off the steel helmet, and at the same time beat that face to a bloody mess.

This shot was like a signal, and the few remaining people each relied on the trees. Whenever a devil appeared, they would shoot in time, and whenever a grenade flew up, they would immediately lie down on the spot to seek cover.

During this period, Wei Ran even took the risk of throwing back a grenade thrown at his feet.

However, the good times didn't last long. After all, these few people lacked an overwhelming firepower advantage and were few in number. Soon, ghost shadows climbed up from the distant slopes one by one. There were also grenades thrown up.

Amid the rumbling explosions, Wei Ran and the others were so suppressed that they could barely raise their heads, and the devils who climbed up from the side also began to suppress them with firepower.

Although this method of feinting from the front and outflanking the flanks is old-fashioned, it is particularly useful when facing an enemy with insufficient manpower like Wei Ran and others.

"Hugo, I'm in charge of the front! Find someone to cooperate with me to suppress, and you guys go to solve the side!"

While Wei Ran was speaking, he had already taken out the last two boxes of shotgun shells from the carton and put them into his pocket. Then he aimed at the enemy who was starting to rise again in front of him, pulled the trigger repeatedly and repeatedly pulled the handguard, and fired with a bumper gun. The method played a fairly dense barrage, temporarily driving back the devils who swarmed up.

At the same time, Hugo also yelled at the few remaining people to temporarily divert their firepower, and started to fight back at the enemies on the side.

However, these people were outnumbered after all, and soon, more than a dozen devils shouted slogans frantically, rushed up with the [-] cover with a bayonet, and ran to Wei Ran and the others desperately. .

"Boom!"

Wei Ran only had time to fire the two shotguns he had just loaded, and before the two devils who were shot fell to the ground, a matte titanium alloy pistol appeared in his hand.

"Boom!"

Another two consecutive shots knocked down the two closest devils. Wei Ran put away the pistol, and immediately took out four copper-cased shotguns from his pocket, stuffed them into the gun chamber as quickly as possible, and put one on the top first. Then push the remaining three shots in while stepping back.

"boom!"

Amid the crisp gunshots, the cowboy hat on Wei Ran's head flew out, and he also felt a sudden heat on the top of his head.

Regardless of checking the wound on his head, Wei Ran squeezed the trigger again, repeatedly pulled the sleeve and knocked down several enemies who rushed forward with the intensive firepower obtained by hitting the fire, and then took out the pistol again and started shooting.

After emptying the magazine of the pistol in just a few seconds, Wei Ran put away the pistol and replaced it with an anti-Japanese broadsword, smashing away a bayonet stabbed by a devil, and at the same time rushed forward fiercely, just in time for the opponent to smash it with the butt of the pistol. Before reaching his own neck, he slashed at the tiger's mouth of one of the other's paws,

Amidst the devil's screams, Wei Ran followed up and kicked it hard on the crotch.

This unexpected fatal blow made the devil's eyes widen, but immediately, a bloodstained anti-Japanese sword was placed on his neck and his throat was slit open.

Using this disorderly but effective fighting to finish off a devil, Wei Ran saw a devil with his back facing him and was fighting with a white soldier with a bayonet.

"Thank you!"

The soldier with an injured arm bared his teeth and yelled, then raised the Enfield rifle in his hand and pointed it at Wei Ran's back and pulled the trigger!

"boom!"

Amid the deafening gunshots, Wei Ran, who was only one meter away from the muzzle of the gun, could even clearly see the fireworks ejected from the muzzle, and could even feel the smoke generated by the burning gunpowder spraying on himself after the bullet was fired. face.

But when he turned his head again, he saw a devil lying on his back on the ground after being shot in the eye socket.

"Da da da!"

Just at this time, there was another sound of machine gun fire and the screams of the devils from the direction down the mountain.

At the same time, Wei Ran and the others at the top of the mountain also felt that the offensive slowed down a lot instantly, and some devils who had already climbed up even turned around and started firing towards the right front down the mountain.

"Our helper is here!"

Hugo yelled, pulled the trigger and fired a bullet at a devil rushing in front of him. At the same time, he stopped saving ammunition and shot a dense fan.

Using a magazine of bullets to drive the remaining devils down, Wei Ran also sat beside the long canvas bag panting heavily, staring at the hillside while reloading the shotgun in his hand. bullet.

It was too late to say everything just now, but it was only a blink of an eye, but such a fierce opponent in such a short period of time inevitably made him overlook some things.

Because of this, when he loaded the shotgun with bullets and put away the anti-Japanese broadsword while the others were not paying attention, he felt the burning pain on the side of the top of his head and the outer thigh.

Carefully touching the top of his head, Wei Ran secretly heaved a sigh of relief. Fortunately, the shot that shot the hat just now just scratched the belt and took away some hair, and did not hurt the bones at all.

And the wound on the thigh was not hit by a bullet, but was scratched by something that could be six or seven centimeters long.

Compared with the slight injury on his side, the condition of the rest of them is not good at this time.

The inside of Hugo's left arm was pierced by a bayonet, which was obviously caused by the skewed knife towards the heart.

Among the native soldiers who were still fighting, only one was still holding Hugo's pistol. He was not injured. What about the knife?

The rest of the white soldiers, except for the one with the first arm injury, were lying on the ground like the aboriginal soldiers, and their life and death were unknown.

It was too late to check the condition of the wounded, Wei Ran and two other soldiers were greeted by Hugo, and with their weak firepower, they flanked the enemies below the mountain and those who were firing halfway up the mountain.

However, the good times didn't last long, and soon, both Wei Ran and Hugo noticed that their reinforcements seemed to be similarly small in number, and they were obviously retreating while fighting.

Seeing this, Hugo immediately greeted Wei Ran and others to return to the side of 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 uninjured. As well as blood vessels, the native soldiers who only affected their breathing began to retreat, and moved forward in a direction where the fire was still being fought.

Soon, they saw an infantry platoon drawing fire for them.

These are three standard ten-man squads, and the person in charge is obviously the sideburn with a Thompson submachine gun in his hand, but while this guy is firing, he has a smoking gun in his mouth. thick cigar.

On his right were six young soldiers holding Enfields and firing continuously.To the left is a three-man Bren gun team responsible for suppression.And such a ten-man team has one on each wing.

When Wei Ran and the others saw them, the ammunition soldiers in the nearest machine gun team obviously spotted them and shouted.

Being reminded, the officer with Thompson's sideburns in his hands immediately waved to them.

"go!"

Hugo didn't hesitate at all, so he led the crowd and ran over with the only two wounded on his shoulders.

"Which battalion?" The bearded man hiding behind the tree trunk spoke while changing the magazine for the submachine gun in his hand.

The "Papuan Infantry Battalion" yelled back from behind a tree, "I'm Hugo, command interpreter."

"39 Battalion"

The sideburned man fired a burst and then retracted, "I'm Dean, how did you come from there? Were you guys exchanging fire with those monkeys just now?"

"Gentlemen, how about giving me some first aid kits if you have time to chat?" Wei Ran asked before Hugo could speak.

"Who has a first-aid kit?" Dean yelled, and soon, a young soldier untied a first-aid kit and threw it over.

"We don't have much ammunition," Dean urged, "We'll retreat when we're ready."

"1 minutes!"

Wei Ran responded loudly, and at the same time tore open the first-aid kit, skillfully bandaged the soldier who was shot in the thigh to stop the bleeding, and then quickly checked the native soldier who was stabbed in the neck, and after confirming the temporary After being unable to deal with it, he immediately used the remaining gauze to wrap around his head a few times, and then simply tied up the wound on Hugo's arm.

While he was busy here, Hugo had already opened the backpack originally carried by the native soldiers in his hand, and distributed the disposable ammunition straps inside to the riflemen under Dean.

"withdraw!"

Seeing that the wound on Wei Ran's side had been wrapped up, Dean immediately issued an order, commanding the people and the machine gun team to alternately cover in an orderly manner, and began to retreat along the dense jungle on the side of the stream in the mountain. The devil who outflanked but was smashed by Wei Ran and others also started chasing under the command of the commander behind him.

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

"Follow up!" Dean responded with a non-questioning answer, leading the crowd to continue to retreat.

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

Under the leadership of Dean, the crowd jumped into a muddy trench, walked along the trench for a short time, and went around to the other side of the short mountain, and immediately saw several tents built with canvas that were ventilated on all sides. tent.

At this time, there were still some wounded lying in the tent, and at the same time, there were some shirtless native soldiers, some wearing canvas skirts, or wearing big underpants. All kinds of wounded.

While he was observing the camp, the native soldier who survived in their group also shouted something, and immediately after, the two native soldiers who were carrying two boxes of ammunition on a stretcher responded enthusiastically.

And when the three of them communicated in the native language, the expressions on their faces changed from the excitement of meeting acquaintances to sadness.

"They are all from the same tribe." After Hugo explained, he could not help but sigh.

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

Hearing this, Hugo nodded angrily, "After that night attack, we were separated from the large army."

"In the past two days, we have collected many girls who escaped from the 53rd Militia Battalion into 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 with the native soldiers and stand guard."

After a short pause, Dean looked around Wei Ran, Hugo and others who were injured on average, "Then what about the four of you? Continue to go back to deliver supplies, or stay? If you choose to deliver supplies, I can find you two stretchers. 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, I can be an interpreter, I can also go to the front line to fight, or I can be in charge of investigation."

"I stay too"

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

"I stay too"

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

"What about him?" Dean looked at the native soldier who still had Hugo's Browning pistol pinned to his waist and had several ammunition straps on his body.

"His name is Valoro"

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

Soon, he said, "Valoro will also stay. He said that his friend is carrying a stretcher. He hopes to let the other party come to join the battle. His friend is willing to join the battle."

"I agreed"

Dean nodded indifferently. Seeing this, the native soldier named Waloro immediately waved to the native soldier who was still waiting by the tent, waiting for the native soldier with a necklace of animal teeth and animal bones to come over. Immediately after that, he bared his big white teeth and gave an introduction in the native language.

"This soldier is called Kai Kai," Hugo helped to introduce, "He and Valoro are from the same tribe."

It's a cute name
Wei Ran couldn't help muttering, after such a short time, a shirtless field doctor emerged from the tent, knocked the hemostat in one hand on the tray in the other hand, "Who else is there?" Do you need a tailor to come over quickly?"

"Go and heal the wound"

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

Hearing this, Hugo immediately greeted everyone and walked into the tent that was used as an operating room.

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

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

The field doctor said as he prepared the painkiller injection, "Also, you can call me a tailor, and it's best to think of me as a tailor."

"I'll come first." Wei Ran sat down immediately, "Just help me sew up the wound on my head."

"no problem"

The field doctor, who claims to be a tailor, quickly injected a small amount of anesthetic around the wound, and then completed the debridement and suturing in a meticulous manner beyond Wei Ran's expectations. 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 said.

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

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

It took less than half an hour to treat all the wounds of the three people. By the way, the tailor also distributed some alpine medicine for treating malaria to each of the two black people, and supervised them to eat go down.

Taking advantage of the doctor's inattention, Wei Ran, under the cover of Hugo and Neil, stuffed a surgical medical kit and four or five boxes of simple-packed condoms into Valoro's backpack.

When they came out of the tent, the sideburn named Dean was waiting for them.

"Come with me"

The bearded man turned around while speaking, led them into a tent next door, motioned them to sit down on the ammunition box, and 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 Islawa"

Dean opened an ammunition box while speaking, "We will exchange fire with the enemies you ambushed just now, so I am afraid that you need to start immediately to detect the movements and numbers of the enemy's main force, as well as their weapons and equipment, and send the information to Islawa."

Before he finished speaking, he had already taken out two Sten submachine guns from the ammunition box and put them on the table.

"Are there any other options for submachine guns?"

Hugo also put his Sten submachine gun on the table, and said rather dissatisfied, "I don't know which British idiot designed this garbage, let alone why he put the magazine on the side. This I don't know how many times I got entangled in vines because of this misplaced dick on the road."

"Be content"

Dean shook the Thompson on his back, "This guy is heavier than my wife when she was pregnant, and it's even harder to use, so do you want it or not?"

"want"

Hugo nodded resolutely, and distributed the two submachine guns that the opponent just took out to Neil and Valoro, "Give us two more?"

"there is none left"

Dean spread his hands, "If you are lucky enough, you may be able to find the supplies dropped by the blind pilots in the jungle. There may be more weapons there. In addition, thank you for the rifle ammunition and submachine gun ammunition you just sent. "

"Where are the grenades?" Wei Ran asked, "How about giving us at least a few grenades?"

"No problem at all"

As Dean said, he opened another ammunition box and said generously, "If you don't think it's too heavy, you can take it."

Hearing this, everyone immediately rushed forward, and everyone took four or five No. 36 fragmentation grenades that were widely praised for their power.

The one with a submachine gun needed four or five additional magazines. Wei Ran, who didn’t have a submachine gun, got several boxes of 12-gauge shotguns and a pack of 9mm Parr ammo from Dean, plus a damp and dripping bag. I don't know if it's a freshly laundered shirt, and an English-style pot helmet.

And the native soldier named Kai Kai used the Enfield rifle that belonged to Neil and the muzzle was rusty.

After Hugo took over a map from Dean, the team that had just found the main force set off again, bypassing the stream and returning the same way, and took up the task of investigating.

(End of this chapter)