A Yi lay on the box, anxiously waiting for Ban Xian'er to come back after washing his hands so that he could open the box. The others had already gathered around, wondering what was inside the box.
Fanla said he smelled Peking duck.
That's nonsense. He clearly smelled the smell of pork stewed with vermicelli.
The Death Star said, no, no, it’s the Zenda big-stuffed buns, he is very familiar with it!
If it's not spicy, he said it's their Hunan pig blood meatballs. If it's spicy, he said it's spicy, but what the hell, he clearly smelled the Sichuan chili, it was delicious!
Doubing looked at the others and said, "Why didn't he smell anything?" Then he was hit on the head by Milong.
"That nose of yours is just for show, it's obviously sauerkraut and blood sausage. We used to eat this during Chinese New Year, there's no mistake about it!"
Master Mai stood aside and said, "You are all crazy!", but his eyes never left the box.
When Shuo Yu came back, he saw a circle of bastards sniffing the wooden box with gusto, drooling all over the floor. He pushed the heads of those who were lost in their own fantasies and got into the innermost part. He patted Fanla, who was about to stick his eyes to it, with his wet hands, and smacked his hands with hair.
He rubbed it against his legs in disgust, then showed the others the long, straight crowbar in his hand, signaling them to stay away because he was going to start opening the box.
Perhaps God did not hear his long-winded prayers, and the box was opened. The contents of the small box they had robbed were really pitiful.
Shuo Yu took them out one by one and placed them on the ground for everyone to see: a few English romance novels, the latest issue of the newspaper, a roll of tape for unknown purposes, a pair of women's stockings, and a few packs of precious compressed biscuits.
Even he himself didn't know whether his luck was good or bad. The newspapers in their hands were enough for each of them to sleep under their buttocks, and then their dear airdrop delivered the latest issue to them. It can only be said that the United States is a country that cares very much about its soldiers' literacy about news and current affairs.
He turned around and took the packets of biscuits to make some soup. The rest of the people were staring blankly at the useless things on the ground.
Ayi's hands reached out to the English novels, Fanla was holding the tape and looked like he was going to wrap it around his face, while Milong and Bula Yaoma almost simultaneously reached out to the slippery stockings.
Finally, Milong's relatively powerful fist scared away the other two hands. No one wanted to waste their limited strength by fighting at this time.
Milong said to everyone cheerfully that he would take this back to his wife after he got out of this damn place.
Shuo Yu lit the stove and looked up to see the expression on that guy's face. Everyone except him was making loud noises of jealousy and envy. Mi Long, on the other hand, didn't care and lay back as if he was sitting on the northeast kang, or the largest bed in Zenda. This shameless guy had always been the happiest among them.
He was so happy that he wanted to tell the whole world about his happiness.
He thought that when Milong saw the pair of stockings, he must have also seen his wife wearing them, because the expression on his face was so obscene and nostalgic.
Two completely incompatible expressions appeared on a person's face at the same time. He was so disgusting that he wanted everyone present to punch him in the face to feel relieved, but the look on his face when he missed someone made them all want to turn their heads away so that they couldn't see anything.
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The 34th day of defending Nantianmen,
Because the Japanese shot down a plane that was carrying airdrops for them yesterday, the airdrops that they loved and hated ended. Even though McLuhan shouted out all the letters and Chinese words he knew, they were gone.
They could only try not to waste their energy, either lying down or sitting, but still holding guns in their hands.
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On the 36th day of defending Nantianmen, they ate up all the food that Shuoyu had painstakingly planned. Shuoyu lied to them that there was still food, so from that day on, they began to eat mud and weed residue soup.
After their sense of smell went out, their sense of taste followed suit.
Shuo Yu discovered a new hobby - he began to read the airdropped romance novels to the people on both sides of the Taiwan Strait intermittently in front of the radio microphone, even if the shells were flying over his head.
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On the night of the 37th day of their persistence at Nantianmen, everything was quiet. There were very few attacks during the day, so they waited until night. Based on past experience, they were sure that the Japanese would not give up such a quiet night.
When Shuo Yu slid down their broken staircase, he had just finished reading his romance novel.
Unfortunately, the heroine contracted an infectious disease and had not much time left. At this time, the hero was unfortunately drafted into the battlefield, and he did not know the news that the heroine was going to die. He was looking forward to having a wedding with his beloved fiancée after the war, starting a family, finding a job to make a living, and living an ordinary life. For this reason, he performed well in the war and just wanted to leave this damn place as soon as possible. He always kept the girl's photo on his chest, which was his only thought in this cruel and cold war.
The section of Shuo Yuting is very clever. It ends with the hero being accidentally shot and falling into a mud pit. At the same time, the heroine who is waiting for her beloved in her hometown finally dies. No one knows whether the hero will be able to receive medical treatment, nor how he will react when he finally escapes the war and returns to his hometown to learn that his fiancée has died.
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