Los Angeles defector

Harvest

This was a battle outcome that even Jason himself had not anticipated. His initial intention was to defeat this search team of over forty people and consider it a victory. However, he did not expect it to turn into a small-scale annihilation battle. The main reasons were undoubtedly the terrain advantage, detailed planning, and Jason's exceptional machine g*n operating skills. However, luck played a significant role as well. The fact that there were fewer vampires and mostly imperial pseudo-soldiers was also a contributing factor. If the opponents were all vampires, Jason might not have agreed to engage in this battle. The difference in individual combat skills between vampires and the imperial pseudo-soldiers is on a multiple level compared to Jason.

The term "harvest" not only signifies happiness for farmers but also for everyone. When Jason and his three companions searched through all the bodies, gathering the spoils together, they felt like farmers in autumn standing at the edge of a wheat field. They found the sky unusually blue, the earth particularly rich, and the lingering scent of blood long forgotten, as if it had vanished into the heavens.

Fourteen Type 38 rifles, fourteen bayonets, thirty-two M1903 rifles, over eight hundred rounds of Type 65 bullets, over six hundred rounds of Type 92 bullets, twelve wooden handle grenades, thirty Type 97 hand grenades, fourteen steel helmets, water bottles, cartridge belts, and various other items formed a pile.

Martin was busy selecting a shoulder bag and then stuffing grenades into it; Emily held a bunch of bullets in her hands, feeling troubled by their weight, as there were too many; Robert Wealthy, unwillingly, turned the bodies over again, afraid of missing any dollar bills.

Jason didn't rush to look at the firearms and ammunition. He wandered around in the pile of bodies for a while and finally found a pair of well-fitting Japanese-style wool-lined military boots. They were thick and durable, so he put them on directly, tied them tightly, and threw away his worn-out canvas shoes. On the battlefield, one's feet are of utmost importance, above all else. This is the difference in choice between a seasoned soldier and a new recruit. It may seem insignificant, but sometimes it can determine life or death.

When Jason returned after changing his shoes and saw the three people still frantically busy and at a loss, he shook his head helplessly and walked over to Martin. He lifted Martin by the collar to make him stand up. "Alright, enough is enough. Stop messing around, stand still, I'll take care of you."

Martin obediently released the heavy satchel filled with hand grenades and stood up straight. Jason removed Martin's tattered belt and replaced it with a military leather belt. On the belt, there were ammunition pouches on each side, each capable of holding thirty rounds, a sixty-round ammunition pouch, and a bayonet sheath. From Emily, he selected a clip of 120 rounds of 6.5mm bullets, filled Martin's ammo boxes row by row, picked a clean Type 38 bayonet to sheathe for Martin, then re-slung the 'Broomhandle' for him diagonally. He found two empty military satchels, crossed them on both sides, slung a water bottle, picked up four wooden-handled grenades from the ground, unscrewed and checked each one, tightened the caps, and placed them back in Martin's satchel. "Four is enough; carrying too many will become a burden."

Jason hesitated for a moment, then picked up two Type 97 hand grenades and placed them in front of Martin, saying, "These 'vampire' grenades are lighter and quicker than our regular hand grenades, but they have their drawbacks. They have a smaller blast radius, no smoke, and most importantly, the timing is unreliable. Sometimes it's five seconds, sometimes it's three seconds. When you use them, be extremely careful and don't delay."

Watching, Jason also stuffed these two grenades into his own satchel. Martin nodded vigorously and said, "Bro, I've got it."

Finally, Jason picked out the newest and best-conditioned Type 38 rifle and handed it to Martin. "You're quite the runner, kid. Remember, from now on, learn to take care of your feet first. Your life depends on your feet. Now, go find a pair of well-fitting suede military boots to replace your current ones, then proceed to higher ground for surveillance," he said.

Watching Jason neatly organize his gear, at this moment, Martin felt a surge of excitement and inexplicable emotion. "I, Martin, am a true warrior now, fully armed and equipped," he thought. In an instant, he felt stronger, more powerful, and handsomer. Unconsciously, he stood at attention and saluted Jason. Back in the nameless village, Martin had once saluted Jason by chance, but this time, although excited, Martin was not confused. He willingly saluted Jason this time.

Just as Martin had left, Emily shouted to Jason from the side, "Fox, come over here quickly! Look at this, it's too heavy!"

Jason turned his head to see the little girl sitting on the ground, frowning. In front of her, several satchels were stuffed haphazardly with grenades, bullets, and various items. A mess of items like a water bottle and a belt lay in a pile as she attempted to pack them up.

Every time Jason looked at this little girl, he couldn't help but smile, feeling helpless. "I can't help but wonder, what's a little girl like you carrying so much ammunition for?"

"I need bullets so I can practice shooting secretly!"

"Now that you're a soldier and you have a g*n, do you still need to sneak around like that?"

With one word waking up the dreamer, that's right, I'm a soldier of the Ninth Platoon now, of course I can do things openly. Ah, it's just a habit, a habit. The little frown couldn't help but relax. But in an instant, it furrowed again, "That ugly M1911 only has around twenty bullets, I can't bear to shoot them! I want to shoot the Type 38 rifle too, but the g*n is too heavy, it's tiring to carry."

Jason picked up a Type 38 rifle and slung it over his shoulder. "Here, this g*n is yours. I'll carry it for you. You can use it whenever you want. Hurry up and pack the things you can take with you, don't continue setting up shop here, okay?"

When Jason's hand landed on Robert Wealthy's broad shoulder, the big man was busy tucking a silver ring he had just found into his pocket, and he was truly startled by Jason's sudden touch.

"I see you've been busy for a while. How's the harvest?" Jason asked him with a smile.

This cold-blooded killer, Robert Wealthy, felt uneasy at the sight of Jason. "Ah? Oh, hi. These damn short-lived ghosts are really poor. After searching for so long, there's not much profit. In total, only three or four, no, five or six dollars."

Watching Robert Wealthy beat around the bush, if it were someone else, they would have been serious already. However, Jason, being from the government army, was not at all concerned with these tricks on the battlefield. Having just joined the resistance army, he had no concept of the battlefield requirements of the resistance army. This tall and sturdy Robert Wealthy just didn't like to carry a g*n, a truly baffling personality difference. Emily gave him the nickname "Mule", which upon further thought was quite fitting. Despite his size, he was unreliable when it came to real weapons and combat, but when it came to work and carrying things, he was as good as three people combined.

Jason didn't place much value on money, especially in the current environment where having money might not necessarily mean there's a place to spend it. Another way to put it would be, having money might not necessarily mean having a life to spend it on. Since this Mule had such a simple hobby, it wasn't difficult to accommodate him.

"We're all on the same boat now, and in the future, we'll be like brothers. There's no need to hide anything. The little girl doesn't need it, I'm not interested, but Martin, you should share some with him."

Robert Wealthy was worried in his heart. Looking at Jason's deep gaze, he knew he couldn't easily deceive him. If this devil star wanted to search him, he would be in big trouble. Not to mention his fear of Jason, in terms of this battle, he was the only one who hadn't contributed, just picking up what was readily available. Robert Wealthy never expected that Jason wasn't a petty person; instead, he dropped such a straightforward statement, causing Robert Wealthy's face to turn red.

"Well, actually, I haven't said everything yet, there's also..."

Jason waved his hand, cutting off Robert Wealthy's stammering, "Don't say useless things, come with me quickly to work.""Huh? Hey! This physique of mine is definitely not just for show, you'll see." Robert Wealthy instantly grinned widely, following Jason cheerfully to clean up the battlefield.