Along with their leader's strange cry, the cops stood up again and began to squat together in the only place where they could see the airdrop, staring with wide eyes.
Everyone was methodical, doing things they had done many times before, and the process was so familiar to everyone that they knew it by heart.
The artillery on the east coast had already begun, clearing their airdrop field. Today's shooting was very accurate, unusually accurate. It had just rained yesterday, and the mud from the shells even splashed on their faces, turning the few closest to the door into mud figures.
Yes, it was that accurate, but not only the artillery today, but also the airdrop planes roaring in the sky carrying their faint hope were also deadly accurate this time.
After the barrage of shooting ended, another wave of airdrops continued to clear the airdrop site, followed by the long-awaited airdrop supplies.
During this period, the Japanese were so quiet that they seemed as if they didn't exist. They had long learned to stay put during such a double attack. Anyway, by the time they went up to get supplies, the bombs would stop.
Master Mai was shouting "good! good! very good! Very good! Great, awesome!" He had also turned into a mud figure from head to toe, but he didn't care that he was almost becoming a terracotta warrior covered in mud.
Fire support has never been so accurate, and the connection of airdrops has never been so perfect. The first two airdrops were always due to loose connections, and the small open space they exchanged their lives for quickly became a shooting range for the Japanese army. Airdrops are beautiful, but they always pay a higher price for this beauty.
However, the reason why the air support was so accurate this time was all thanks to the fact that Master Mai almost saved the time to go to the toilet, and argued with all the two-legged mammals on the east coast day and night, begging and crying, and he used all the means he could.
He gave up everything just to allow more of them to survive. He really did his duty as a human being. This American from another ocean always believed that God sent him here to save them. For this, he almost lost all the hair on his head. Now even his hat can hardly cover his head.
Today will be a day of great harvest. Shuoyu held a gun in his hand and waited for the order from Silasila. Ayi was in the corner imitating the way Master Mai usually prayed, and he didn't know which god he was praying to. Fanla came over and whispered to him with a smile on his face that the content of Ayi's diary today will definitely be very exciting.
He nodded and looked up at the sky.
The swaying parachutes fell down like beautiful (hallucinatory) mushrooms, and the wooden boxes rolled and splashed mud and water in a small area. Most of the airdrops fell perfectly and accurately into the pre-designated airdrop fields.
Master Mai was the most excited among them. He said that this had never happened in the United States before and it was simply a miracle!
Most of the guys didn't know what he meant, they just looked up at the sky and thought that they could live for a long time as long as they picked up a box of canned food. These words came from the unlucky one among them.
Their hearts, like their hands, trembled, not with excitement (or a little bit with excitement) but mostly with hunger.
"Grandpas, it's time to eat!"
Master Mai was left in their first trench (after all, this kind-hearted American was their only way to obtain such cruel assistance). Although it was called a trench, the original trench had long been blown down by rounds of attacks, and now all they had was a slightly larger bomb crater.
Before Si La Si La could finish his words, the default commando team members behind him, including Shuo Yu, had already rushed out with him. Behind them, Mi Long was shooting at the figures moving in the opposite woods to block the other side's attack on them.
"Don't grab the big box, grab the small box!"
Shuo Yu didn't know if he heard everything he said, so he could only continue to tear his throat hard. Based on the experience of opening blind boxes twice before, the small boxes were more likely to contain useful things, and the big boxes usually contained things that they didn't need at this time (Who knows what kind of supplies the American masters put in their soldiers?).
Bullets were fired around them, taking away some of them from time to time.
His ears were filled with the sounds of machine guns and hand grenades, as well as the unpleasant whistle of "die, die!". That sound, like the strange cry that came out of his mouth, made them feel as if they were possessed by something. Shuo Yu held Changfeng in one hand and a submachine gun in the other, and began shooting at the enemies that emerged from the bushes not far away.
Every time the whistle sounded, for some reason the Japanese soldiers on the opposite side would have a moment of pause. People in war have no time to think about trivial matters, they just want to survive.
Their regimental commander might have noticed this, so he brought the whistle with him when he came out. Shuo Yu also felt it, but the gap was not obvious and would soon be drowned out by the explosions from their side. Bu La was trying to use the grenades on his body to create bigger smoke one after another to block the Japanese's vision so that the ones who were carrying the boxes could move quickly.
Shuo Yu directed his men to quickly select a few small boxes, trying not to waste time. There was no discussion, just silent obedience, and then they hurried back. A quick victory was the best. They did not have time to delay with the devils. Their purpose was not to fight with the devils, but to get the supplies that belonged to them.
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