But it is a solid defense.
The enemy has only left temporarily. Who knows when they will come back?
"What are you all looking at me for? Clean up and get back to work, sons!"
"Whose son are you?" Milong held his Maxim, squinted his eyes and looked at Si La Si La who was jumping up and down full of energy, and started a conversation.
"I'm your son, you Northeast donkey-faced guy? How about I move your machine gun to a different position? Banxian'er! Count the headcount and supplies. Sorry, you cripple! Where have you been slacking off again? Within three meters!"
"Damn it! The young master is here! Can't you see Gang'er fighting so hard?"
Meng Fanle leaned to the side, panting, holding his gun in his hand. The melee just now was really hard on his small body. Fortunately, it ended suddenly. He looked at the precious whistle in Silasila's hand that was no longer visible with his little eyes, wondering how Banxian's thing ended up in his hands?
With him was Kang Ya, who was groaning and begging for help because of a bullet bite on his skin. Shuo Yu stopped, put down the dead body of the Japanese soldier he was about to take out, sprayed a mouthful of alcohol on his arm, and then left.
Before leaving, I took a look at Fanla and asked if he was hurt. He shook his head and then I continued to get busy.
Meng Fanle stood up, using his gun as a crutch, gave that bastard a very reluctant look on his face, and then followed Banxianer to defend himself.
When Shuo Yu saw every familiar face that was still alive, the first thought that came to his mind was that it was great to be alive.
"You're still alive?"
"Banxian'er, could you please say something nice? Of course I'm still alive!" This is Zhang Guisheng, who still has his mother at home.
"And me, Brother Banxianer, I am still alive too." This is Doubing, whose only white teeth are on his face.
"Captain, I'm still here too." This is Duan Sandao, whose swordsmanship is on par with that of Death Star, but he only knows three moves.
"Ah, as long as you're still alive, that's good." Shuo Yu didn't know what expression to use when looking at them, but he was happy in his heart because they were all still alive, and it was good to be alive.
Everyone was doing what they were supposed to do. Master Mai was sending the umpteenth telegram to Jiang.
Milong's Maxim was carried to the hole at the entrance of the second-floor Mingbao to set up defenses. Shuoyu counted the heads and carried the medicine box to treat the wounds of the wounded. He tried his best to think only about those who were still alive.
Bu La still had grenades all over his body and he and his good brother Yao Ma were standing together, staring at each other in the tree fort. He turned his head 365 degrees and came to a conclusion.
"Hurry up, Banxian, look! This really is a monster tree with a turtle shell~!"
"This is a bunker." Meng Fanle, who was helping to defend the bunker, said unhappily while pulling the sandbags and explaining to his ignorant brothers,
Shuo Yu heard someone calling his name, turned around, and looked up. The tree had been completely hollowed out by Takeuchi's old bastard! From the inside, you couldn't tell it was actually a tree. Reinforced concrete, wood, and iron sheets covered its interior. From his angle, it was really scary!
"This is a sacred tree, please show some respect, okay?"
I don’t know if he was talking to Bula or someone else, but after saying this, he continued to count the belongings they would need in the next few days, because their leader just said that they would collect all the food and daily necessities. Maybe they would distribute them together when the time comes?
Shuo Yu had known this would happen, so unlike Fanla, he had seen what the White Party members were like in TV dramas, so he didn't hold out much hope from the beginning.
It is useless to always pin your hopes on others. It is all nonsense. It is better to rely on yourself than on others.
Fortunately, there was no shortage of weapons and ammunition in the tree fort, perhaps because Takeuchi was also thinking about having a protracted tug-of-war. There were 60mm cannons, hand cannons, and bullets, enough to equip at least a battalion. There was even a cannon, which happened to be used by Big Eyes when he was with Crouber. The cannon was turned and the barrel was pointed at the direction where their reinforcements (may) come from, so that they could provide support when the time comes.
Although there was not much food, fortunately, Si La Si La had asked each of them to bring four days' worth of rations. Because they had experienced hunger before, most people had to bring much more than four days' worth, so five or six days would be enough to sustain them.
Add to that the food mixed with ash and gunpowder slag that survived in the basement, and they can still make it through half a month.
Shuo Yu changed his clothes again, buttoned up his clothes, and jogged to meet up with Si La Si La. Their commander was followed by his adjutant who was within three meters of him, and they went to the room where Master Mai was sending telegrams frantically. When Shuo Yu passed by just now, he heard the angry American cursing and quickly slipped away.
Now that their leader had gone there, he had no choice but to follow in. As soon as he entered, he heard Fanla asking their leader when the main force would arrive.
He didn't want to interrupt Fanla's questioning, but they didn't have much time to argue, so he raised his hand to try to break the awkward atmosphere in the small room.
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