On the east bank, at the artillery position, Clauber, fondly remembered by his dark-skinned brother, was in his emplacement, stuffing a shell with "I'll kill you" written on it in chalk into the barrel, loading it, and then, with a swish, he fired it right at the exact spot Si La Si La had in mind.
Next to him were several boxes of shells with many words written on them. They were all the words his brothers usually said, such as "son of a bitch" from Yao Ma, "turtle lid" from Bu La, "I'll kill you" from Mi Long, "I'm so annoyed" from their regiment leader and the adjutant within three meters of him, "Grandpas" from Shuo Yu. Almost everyone's most common words were written on them by this fat guy.
Then they arrived at the west coast one by one.
There was already a commotion on the position outside Clauber's butt because he had fired at the opposite bank without following orders. The officer rushed over and shouted,
"Who told you to fire the cannon?"
Clauber had time to straighten his helmet, turned around and acted like a cannon fodder rogue, shouting,
"Yeah, who fired the cannon? I want to kill you! You can't fire without orders!"
Unfortunately, the officer who came over had seen him fire the cannon with his own eyes, and he pointed his gun at Clauber's chest.
"Who told you, a jerk with a head cut off, to fire such a cannon?"
Clauber pretended not to notice the gun on his body that was stuck in his head. He continued to fire towards the west bank, then continued to load the shells. He found one with "I'm hungry" written on it and loaded it into the barrel. He smiled foolishly at the officer holding the gun.
The man who came was about to pull the bolt and fire, but a machine gun shot rang out from behind him and hit the ground behind him. It was Yu Zhi who was sitting on the tank.
"I say, get out of here, please. Don't delay me from doing my work."
"Captain Yu, you have to shoulder this responsibility yourself!"
Yu Zhi drove his tank and fired a shot at the west bank, aiming at the same position that Cropper had just shot.
"Then I'll resist a little longer--!"
On the west bank, in the Nantianmen tree fort,
People came and went, and Shuo Yu took advantage of the few minutes of free time to light a fire and cook his latest dish - biscuit can soup.
This was their first and last meal of the day. There were not enough biscuits, not enough canned food, and not enough soup, but this was all they had now.
Shuo Yu didn't know whether what Young Master Yu said about tomorrow's attack was true or not. He could only treat it as a false statement at this moment, so he had to try hard to find a way to keep these guys who were fighting for their lives in the trenches with him alive.
On the second day of their stand at Nantianmen, the Nantianmen Radio Station was officially completed and began operations. Meng Fanle sang the opening song, and Ayi, encouraged and applauded by Si La Si La and him, sang "Butterfly Flying~!" It was so melodious and moving, so beautiful that he couldn't help but sing along.
The moon was already shining on their heads, but they still didn't sleep. It was just because they were too hungry to sleep, so they sang and played here, disturbing the Japanese soldiers and preventing them from getting a good night's sleep.
Perhaps Ayi's singing also touched the Japanese soldiers who had been playing hide-and-seek with them, and they attacked again.
But what was different this time was that the East Coast also launched an attack at the same time. Milong, the machine gunner who neglected his duty, sang a few lines of Errenzhuan and got Doubing shot in the arm, becoming a wounded soldier.
Shuo Yu filled the vacancy and temporarily became his secondary shooter.
He Shuguang was the first to rush out without knowing when, venting his anger at the enemy whom he could not see clearly in such a dark night.
But this way Shuoyu and the others could take a break. Milong stared at He Shuguang who was making Japanese yakitori outside, muttering to himself, "Who provoked him? Why is he so angry?"
Shuo Yu glanced at him and closed his mouth without saying anything, because the Japanese soldiers outside were burned on the bottom by the fire and burrowed back into the ground, waiting for the next attack.
Now the gunshots only came from the east bank, a group of people who, like them, could not sleep on a night like this.
Ayi held the gun and said that they were a group of people who could never go back.
Meng was annoyed and wanted to spit at him, but he was reluctant to even waste his saliva on Ayi.
Shuo Yu knocked Ayi on the head and told him to spit it out quickly for saying such unlucky words.
"What nonsense are you talking about? What's the point of not being able to go back? I think you all look like you're all going to live a hundred years and won't die."
Ayi's helmet was knocked off. When he squatted down to look for it, Fanla hit him on the head.
"That's right, the young master still wants to live. It's so wonderful to be alive, right~!"
Bula stood up and looked outside with his good brother Yaoma. The bullets fired from the east bank turned into lines, with light spots trailing their tails, forming an arched bridge.
In fact, such behavior is simply a waste. There is no target to hit at all, but the East Coast just keeps going.
"Look, this looks like a bridge. Let's cross it together~"
Shuo Yu followed Bula's gaze and looked in that direction. The reinforcements they were waiting for were nowhere in sight. On such a sleepless night, a light bridge was spontaneously built by humans.
When Si La Si La yelled and asked if they were still hungry, Shuo Yu continued to pull the dead man's clothes and tightly wrapped his two bleeding arms in a place where no one could see. Fortunately, after passing through the gasoline barrel that was not drilled by humans, most of his black brothers lost their sense of smell, so no one noticed that the smell of blood came from him.
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