Transmigrated into the Cannon Fodder Squad: West Bank Buffet Opens For Business!

Shuoyu, a twice-transmigrated unlucky person, first traveled from modern society to a cultivation world. After cultivating for ten thousand years with great difficulty, he unexpectedly fell into th...

Chapter 135: Sacred Mountain, Sacred Stone, Sacred Tree, Sacred River

At this moment, from their position on the Flag Hill, a sound of ghostly howling and wolves howling suddenly rang out. The strange cries from hundreds of throats echoed in the clouds and reached the ears of Shuo Yu and the other two who were lying on the other side of the river.

It sounded like they were howling, but Shuoyu also felt that it was probably a curse, but the curse was not clear, and he couldn't tell who they were cursing. It felt like a dream. In fact, every time he set foot on the land of the west coast, he felt like he was dreaming.

He could even see the stealthy figure of Bula following others in placing bowls of white rice on the front-line trenches.

The old cannon fodders all knew that a war was about to break out, just like the old cold-legged people all felt it before it rained. It was the same principle, a principle that was hard to explain.

Shuo Yu looked at it for a long time, and then was forced to turn his head back. It was time to get down to business. They did not come here to enjoy the scenery across the river, nor did they come here for an autumn outing at the South Gate of Heaven. From their perspective, the South Gate of Heaven was really huge. He seemed to see a monster of the Hittites opening its mouth wide and waiting for everyone to come in, no matter if they spoke Chinese, Japanese, or even American.

The sacred mountains, sacred stones, sacred trees and sacred rivers all come together to form the South Gate of Heaven. This is the South Gate of Heaven.

He looked at the sacred tree on the South Gate of Heaven and suddenly remembered a story he had heard somewhere. When the sky and the earth were first separated, there was also such a huge tree in the center of the world between the sky and the earth. It grew from the ground to the sky. At that time, the ancestors of mankind often climbed up the giant tree to play in the sky, but later a huge flood washed away everything, including the giant tree. From then on, humans could only stay on the ground, looking at the sky from time to time, until they forgot that they could go to the sky.

"So what's in the sky?"

Lying on him, carefully holding the telescope to observe every unnatural protrusion on the South Gate of Heaven, Fanla heard Banxian'er's murmur, glanced at him, and then carefully looked at the sky.

"There's nothing in heaven."

"Alright, alright, ancestors, can you please stop chatting and get down to business?"

Shuo Yu made an "OK" gesture to his leader, indicating that he would speak less from now on.

"First line of defense, 231 to 297 degrees, ninety-two gun nests, six."

"several?"

"Six."

Meng Fanle was filling in new things on the map that had been drawn four times. His face was greener than the green juice on his face.

"All the T-shaped positions are connected, there's a half-circle defense, there's a riverside firing range, there's three-man and two-man positions... there's too much to count."

"Light machine guns and grenade launchers, mobile." Silasila took the telescope off his eyes and looked at the Nantianmen standing in front of him.

"Such a small firing range and six machine guns - it's really fatal." Fanla held the pen tightly in his hand, and kept biting and loosening his lips with his teeth, looking at Si La with his head, unable to believe it. The last sentence was rotten in his mouth and he couldn't say it out.

Even though Shuo Yu didn't understand much, he couldn't help but look up at the South Heaven Gate. Why did they place so many people in such a small place?

He only needed to raise his head slightly to see the second line of defense behind the first line of defense. The little ants inside were still busy at work.

"Our enemy is even crazier than us. He dug through the entire mountain. How could he not place six heavy machine guns there? Besides, when they eat, all three lines of defense can eat at the same time. Now there are six, and by the time the time comes, there will be sixteen, or even a hundred and sixty."

"That will really kill a lot of people." Shuo Yu said in a low voice with his head down.

"Anyway, those who died were all Yu Xiaoqing's elite troops."

Fanla glanced at the first line of defense, muttered something, and continued drawing his picture, not wanting to speak anymore.

"He is really a madman, but we are crazier than him because we are here." Shuo Yu looked into their leader's eyes and said, in such a long confrontation, no one can stay crazy.

"Following a madman, the young master is really unlucky." Fanla glanced at the two of them, the pen in his hand still trembling, but he was also here, not on the other side,

The drawing work is still going on.

"Captain, do you really have a way to convince Yu Xiaoqing?"

After Shuoyu finished saying this, Fanla came over and leaned his neck against the tattered clothes on Silasila's body.

"Takeuchi is crazy, but Yu Xiaoqing, Young Master Yu is also crazy. How are you going to convince him?"

Si La Si La looked at them both for maybe a minute, saying something but not answering.

"301, it looks like a bunker, but it also looks like a decoy. Take a look."

Fanla glanced at him, took the telescope from his hand, and looked over. Shuoyu lowered his head, watching the little ant crawling hard on the stone. He seemed to be lost, because there was only one little ant nearby.

"All the machine guns and infantry guns have gone in. It's a mobile fort. 312, you'll look at 312 later. The two guns rely on each other, a twin fort."

"Why are your hands shaking? Are you still feeling scared?"

Shuo Yu's gaze shifted from the ants on the stone to Fan La's hand. He suspected Fan La had a bit of hypoglycemia, so he took out a piece of compressed biscuit from his pocket, broke it in two, gave half to him, and gave the other half to their leader.

"Eat, both of you. Be careful of hypoglycemia."

Meng Fanle looked at the biscuit in front of him and bit it directly with his mouth, swallowing it whole to prevent any movement. After he spent several minutes finally softening the biscuit in his mouth with saliva, he spoke again.

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