"These bastards!" Yu Yang kicked the Japanese corpse twice, and every bullet from AM and M4A1 was very precious to Yu Yang, and he actually wasted two rounds for this guy. *With* Dream *Small* Say .lā

After Yu Yang vented his anger, there seemed to be an enemy moving in the distance, threw the weapon into the car, and then drove away quickly in the jeep.

Now for Yu Yanglai, the only thing that needs to be dealt with is to go to the location of the No. 2 River to find that damn John Barons, find him, and then kill him and find a dodge for more than ten days, then you can end this damn mission.

The enemy behind him appeared, and through the rearview mirror, Yu Yang saw more than a dozen Japanese rushing out of the dense forest, holding their guns at Yu Yang and starting to shoot.

The bullet hit Yu Yang's jeep, ping pong, Yu Yang controlled the jeep around the jungle twice, and after avoiding the Japanese, he chose a direction and began to move quickly towards the location of the No. 2 river.

"Grass, I forgot that I was injured!" After driving for about ten minutes, Yu Yang braked sharply and stopped directly, and now Yu Yang realized that he still had wounds on his body, his mind was a little dizzy, he looked around, found a position on the back slope and parked the vehicle, Yu Yang took out a first-aid kit and prepared to start treating himself.

Yu Yang has a total of two obvious wounds, one is on the arm, the other is on the left leg, the arm is a wound left by the Japanese, and the left leg is just left by the Americans, and there is some blood flowing out, the wounds in both places are not very deep, just some skin trauma, just a simple bandage.

After Yu Yang bandaged it twice with gauze, he took off his body armor, his back was a little painful, he seemed to have been shot several times just now, Yu Yang took off his body armor and looked at it, there were a total of six bullets on his bulletproof vest, two of which were pistol bullets, which did not have much power at all, and there was no trace of the warhead.

And a bullet in his chest hit the position of the magazine in front of Yu Yang's body armor, stuck in a magazine, which is also the most threatening bullet.

Yu Yang gently took the bullet out of the ground, the bullet had been deformed, if it wasn't blocked by a magazine, although this bullet would not kill him, but at least he would have broken one or two ribs.

The magazine was no longer usable, Yu Yang slowly withdrew the bullets inside one by one, and then reloaded them into another empty magazine, and took a look at his clothes, and there were three bruises on his chest, which should have been left after the bullet hit the body armor.

There are three bullets in the back, Yu Yang looked at it, the power is not great, even the bullet is not deformed, it should be that the chamber of the rifle has been smoothed, and the power of the bullet is very small, even if Yu Yang is not wearing body armor, even if he is wearing thicker clothes, the bullet may not be able to penetrate Yu Yang's body.

"The weapons of this era are really backward!" Yu Yang took off all the bullets on his body armor, and after being shot six times, none of the bullets penetrated his body armor.

The weapons of this era are rifled, if it is a new weapon, there may not be any problem in penetrating Yu Yang's body armor, but the problem is the maintenance of firearms in this era, the rifling of most weapons has been smoothed, especially the Springfield rifle used by the Americans, many rifles can only be regarded as smoothbore guns.

Yu Yang checked his injury, it was not very serious, Yu Yang stood up from the ground, looked at the sky, the sun had set in the west, and Gua Island was about to enter the night.

Yu Yang didn't know the terrain of Kuah Island at all, and driving a jeep, Yu Yang needed to touch the location of River No. 2 earlier, and find the guy called Damn John Barros earlier.

After Yu Yang put on the body armor again, he returned to his car, stepped on the accelerator, and began to continue to approach the location of the No. 2 River, took out a can with one hand, opened the can while driving, put it in the co-pilot's position, grabbed the meat in the can with his hand and began to eat.

Yu Yang's hands were stained with blood, picked up a piece of meat and stuffed it directly into his mouth, Yu Yang did not have the slightest disgust, when he was in Stalingrad, Yu Yang saw Kosygin grabbing the can with his bloody hands, and almost vomited all the acid water in his stomach, but now he has become a person he once hated.

While driving, Yu Yang pinched the piece of meat with his right hand stained with the blood of Americans and Japanese, threw it directly into his mouth, and then licked his fingers, and glanced at the blood stains on his hands, the meat was a little fishy, it should be the smell of blood, Yu Yang wiped his clothes with his hands, and then continued to drive, people will eventually become their most hated people.

Near River No. 2, John Barlons and several soldiers of Platoon D were building machine-gun emplacements, where all the heavy machine guns of their regiment were gathered, and seven machine-gun positions were built to defend against possible Japanese attacks, and on the opposite side of River No. 2 was an open strip, only twenty kilometers away from the beachhead where the Japanese had landed.

As long as the Japanese soldiers can force the No. 2 River, they can completely cut off the connection between the American beachhead and the airport, and in this way, they can cut off the Americans' continuous transportation of supplies to the airport from the beachhead from the root, so as to take the airport in one fell swoop, the regiment has been disabled, and the total number of personnel is less than 700 people.

"Arrange the machine gun position, what about the ammunition, what about the ammunition, how can there be such a little ammunition!" John Barlons roared loudly, the machine gun he was in charge of had less than 500 rounds of ammunition, which was not enough for American soldiers to use in two minutes for the rate at which American soldiers were wasting ammunition.

"The Japanese are coming, combat readiness, combat readiness!" The sentry in front of him ran back frantically, shouting at the American soldiers in the position.

"Combat readiness, the Japanese are coming!" John Barlons shouted, and all the American soldiers began to enter the position, ready to meet the enemy.

John Barons looked at the Japanese in the dense forest in the distance with a telescope, and smashed his fist directly on the sandbag belt: "It's really time for these damn Japanese to come, Kevin, you go to the back and bring some ammunition, we don't have many bullets here, damn it, we just order bullets like this, how can we hold it!" ”

As soon as John Barros's words fell, Japanese soldiers appeared in front of the American soldiers, a group of Japanese, at least a large group of Japanese soldiers.

ps: What about the brain that says there is no plot?