The regimental commander and the few people following him easily climbed into the enemy's empty second-line trench. Their regimental commander never thought of fighting hard, even though he had the advantage now.
Suddenly, flames rose up in the dark night. They were going to be used to stab the Japanese in the butt. It must be said that their regiment commander was quite mean, but it did work, didn't it?
The flames of the explosion ignited the silent night, and gunshots were fired back and forth. Because they were not prepared, the enemy was caught off guard. Shuo Yu rushed into the trench, carrying the heavy machine gun on his back and killed the enemy's heavy firepower point.
What followed was a one-sided massacre. Shuo Yu had no chance of survival. He used his eyes, which could still see clearly in the dark, to carefully search for anything he could use. He also checked if there were any guys pretending to be dead. He held a Type 38 rifle with a bayonet in his hand and stabbed it into the bodies of the devils one after another. Okay, this one is dead, and the next one is. He picked up useful things and put them into his big bag.
Finally, after the battle was over, his bag could no longer bear the weight and fell to the ground.
He found a veterinarian and helped him sort through the things in the bag to see if there was anything he could use. He then reduced the weight of his bag, then, holding the cans in his arms, gave one to each of the people he could see. Before giving them out, he took a closer look to see if they looked familiar, to see if there were any Japanese spies sneaking in.
He had watched a lot of those anti-Japanese TV dramas such as "Tearing the Japs with Bare Hands" and there were many plots in them about the Japs pretending to be their people and causing them to suffer heavy casualties. Because they actually looked similar, but Shuoyu privately felt that the Japs were still uglier than them.
After confirming that every face was familiar to him, Shuo Yu also thoughtfully helped everyone open the cans, fearing that they did not have the strength to open them. When he handed the cans to the group leader, he found that the guy had already started eating them by himself, and he was enjoying them very much.
One of his shoes was missing, but it didn't seem to be a problem for him. He was looking at a pile of metal badges lined up on the side, eating them with interest.
Shuo Yu searched in his pocket for a pair of shoes that were about the same size as his feet, and threw them into his arms in a perfect parabola, hitting him right in the vitals. Fortunately, the shoes were not very heavy, and only made him wail. As he howled, he began to laugh.
The laughter was very contagious. Bu La was the first to be led by it, and the next was the silly Mi Long. He sat with his legs spread out, snatched Li Wu La's cans, ate two by himself, looked at the leader and asked him what he was laughing at?
Shuo Yu glared at Mi Long and handed the can of food to Li Wu La. He said, "You need to eat something good when you are injured."
He was surrounded by a circle of "pioneers", all of whom were old acquaintances of Shuoyu. He went forward to check if there were any injuries, holding anti-inflammatory medicine in his hand. If there were any injuries, he asked them to take it and wait for the veterinarian to come from the end of the team to help them.
After finishing all this, Shuoyu finally had time to see what tricks their leader would do next.
When they arrived, their superiors told them that there would be a standard battalion organization waiting for them. Now they really have a battalion size that is not quite standard, but it is not what the superiors promised them.
But this crazy leader in front of me pieced it together, gathered the ashes into a pile, and glued it together with saliva.
Sitting next to Shuoyu was Ayi, the former battalion commander. But the thing he did most now was to try his best to control his trembling body in battle, aim at the enemy, and then shoot. Ayi now had to admit one thing, that is, you can't do things just with a heart, so he began to watch silently,
He watched how the battle was won and learned how to be a commander on the battlefield. He had never seen such a victory before. He wanted to know how he could be like the regimental commander. He wanted to be such a person.
A man who can lead a big team to victory.
Shuoyu knocked on Bu La's head and said that he would replenish his grenades later and told him not to worry.
Their leader was making an important speech, but it was not formal. No one could show proper respect to a guy with no shoes on one foot, so they just watched.
"You are all my grandfathers now, and I am your grandson, your gray grandson—!"
His eyes were surprisingly bright in the dark night. Shuoyu had seen many pairs of eyes as bright as his. They were full of passion to do something big, and they naturally believed that they would succeed.
If you also live for ten thousand years, you will find that there are many such people, really many, so many that Shuoyu can remember the face of every one of them.
And now, all the thousands of faces in his mind have become one face. The face in front of him, it is undeniable that their leader's current appearance is so full of vitality that he envies him.
Shuo Yu found a comfortable position and leaned against the Japanese's simple trench, watching his own commander's speech.
"You all have to take a seat today! Do you know why?"
Doubing shook his head and smiled foolishly, and was hit on the head by Yaoma.
What the hell is he going to say?
Milong stared and burped and told him to stop farting and speak quickly!
Meng Fanle told the veterinarian that he was trying to win people over again, and ate the can of beef that Shuoyu gave him one bite after another. This was the only one, on the condition that he and the veterinarian eat it together. However, this kid pretended to obey and didn't say a word when he met the veterinarian.
He ate with a clear conscience, but when Shuoyu's eyes swept over him, he leaned his head towards the veterinarian Hao, pretending not to see it.
The young master is also tired and needs to eat something good. The canned beef is so delicious!
He was still talking about dead, with an excited look on his face.
"Canned food tastes good, right, grandpas? In the past, what you got was either junk that the masters didn't want, or something God threw at you, or leftovers given to you by kind people. But today is different!?"
"Why is it different? Because the food you have in your hands today is earned by yourselves. You don't rely on anyone but yourself. Isn't it delicious?"
"It's delicious, eat more, you deserve it!"
It was delicious, really delicious, but few of the people with big mouths had the time to reply to him, because this was the first proper meal they had eaten that day.
No one paid any attention to him except Meng Le who was annoyed by the occasional special meal, A Yi who was excited, and Shuo Yu who was the first to say it was delicious but actually didn't eat a single bite.
But Long Wenjian was very happy, happily swinging the Japanese spoon in his hand.
But his happiness didn't last long before it was interrupted by the rhythmic sound of a small drum. Everyone was immediately frightened and picked up their guns and looked at the person who came with caution, thinking that the Japanese had appeared again.
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