Shuo Yuhuo gathered the contents of the pot and poured a full bowl into each empty bowl in front of him. Those whose names were called would not have breakfast tomorrow. If they were unlucky, this would be their last bowl of rice. Shuo Yu specially added a lot of chopped canned meat and wild vegetables in it, which was not a treat they usually had.

"Eat, eat, eat more."

The two helmets were put together and buckled. This was the lottery. The rest depended on who Si La Si La would draw. Shuo Yu was worried that he would not be picked. He originally wanted to be the one standing next to Si La Si La, but Fan La was picked first. Because he was within three meters, he had no choice but to wait patiently. However, his patience made the contents of the pot in his hand even more fragmented.

The pot was bubbling and the steam was rising. Before it could float out of their trenches, it was gone. The first "lucky guy" to be called was Mi Long. He said, "This is the end. Isn't this going to kill me?" His face was full of smug smile.

This is indeed an unlucky job. The west bank is full of heavily guarded Japanese soldiers. No one can say for sure. Maybe I will really die and never come back. I will stay on the west bank.

Fear and expectation were written on every face. No one wanted to go. Just like Shuoyu once said, no one did not want to follow that person to bite the dog together. No one did not want to. Their fear was trembling, but they still charged forward.

Silasila was standing in a very awkward position, so that Shuoyu could not see the contents of the note clearly. The only one who could see what was written on it, besides Silasila himself, was Fanla who was standing behind him and pretending to be a boss. In fact, Fanla was watching him the whole time with his small eyes, and his face was full of disbelief.

Dead, dead, dead, they cried one by one, saying, "It's all up to God, don't fart whether you are called or not!" After Milong, it was the veterinarian, not spicy, but numb... One by one, the radishes were put into the pit, but his name was not called yet.

Shuo Yu knew that there wouldn't be many people going this time. Si La Si La had said that he wanted only thirteen people, which was exactly the standard number of people for a team and just enough to scratch the itch. However, there were definitely more than one hundred and fifty bastards waiting here to have their names called.

Although Shuo Yu felt that he seemed to be useless, he really wanted to go there. Although he would sometimes go to the West Coast to eat some "buffet", he said he would just go there. He blew a whistle, and the door of the armory opposite opened brightly towards him. But this time was different. He was going there with everyone, and he didn't want to stay and watch the house. Didn't he see that even Ayi next to him specially carried a rifle and pretended to be a good fighter. Did he just want to be picked to death?

But now Ayi's expression gradually became lonely, because it seemed that he really couldn't be called anymore. But Shuoyu still didn't give up. Finally, when the last name was called out, he shouted excitedly,

"It's me, it's me!"

He jumped up with joy, shouting and dancing, and then quickly joined the crowd next to him to grab equipment. This time, everyone who went there got a newly issued Thompson rifle, nine magazines, and seven grenades, almost clearing out most of the inventory of their Sichuan Army. It was really a huge investment.

How could Shuo Yu miss such a big event!

"Make way for me, I want to go too, I want to go too!"

"Don't push, don't push, grandpas, be careful with your feet, you might step on someone——!"

"Whose hat is bigger? Let's exchange it."

"Don't grab it, don't grab it! Turtle lid, what the hell is this thing?"

"Son of a bitch, get it first!"

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Shuo Yu squeezed in between Bula and Milong with great effort, and asked Doubing to bring him a few magazines. His weapon has always been the British sniper rifle. He cleaned it diligently every day and maintained it so well that it could even reflect light, but he never had a chance to shoot. This time he got a Thompson rifle, and he felt curious and excited. He wanted to go to the trench on the other side to show what a field broom was. Was it like sweeping the heads of the Japanese like sweeping the floor?

Tonight was a carnival for more than a dozen people. They had the whole night to think about what to do tomorrow. Every guy whose name was called could go to Shuo Yu to get two cans of beef, two handfuls of milk candies, and a pack of compressed biscuits.

The remaining guys who were not called by name, such as Li Wula, Zhao Qian, Big Beard and others, including A Yi, had to stay behind to look after the house when they left, in order to deal with guys like Yu Xiaoqing and Tang Ji who might appear.

Shuo Yu patted A Yi's lowered head and comforted him,

"Ayi, don't be discouraged. Maybe there will be a next time. Right? Maybe you will be picked next time. Have faith. You can't always have bad luck, right? Look after the house and wait for us to come back."

Ayi raised his head. Although he wanted to go, it was because of his bad luck. He had been studying hard during this period. He believed that sooner or later he would be able to go.

"Okay, be careful."

"Don't worry, who am I? I will protect all twelve of them and make sure they all come back safe and sound, Supervisor~!"

"Oh, you're kidding me again, Shuoyu. I already know what supervising a battle means."

Shuo Yu said in his heart, "Okay then," and looked at the little wrinkled face dancing in the firelight. It turned out that he knew.

"I'm just trying to liven things up. Actually, the West Coast isn't as scary as you think. There are just too many Japanese devils. Sooner or later, these Japanese monkeys will be driven out of China and go back to where they belong!"

"Well, that day will definitely come!"

Shuo Yu sighed inwardly, thinking that A Yi was always so easy to coax. Shaking his head, he took his newly acquired Thompson and went to find their regiment commander to ask what the specific plan was for tomorrow. He knew the most convenient way to get to the other side. The key was what were they going to do there? Were they going to poke the hemorrhoids out of the Japanese's buttocks? Or was it just going to jump on them?

But when he went in, he saw Meng Fanle kowtowing to Si La Si La, so he quickly covered his eyes and tried to leave.

"I didn't see anything about that?!"