Siheyuan, don't yell at me

A can of so-called black chicken soup made from crows completely conquered the taste buds of several soldiers.

He Daqing, the squad leader, became a good squad leader loved by everyone.

He Daqing is not a pushover, and he has his own reasons for doing this.

If they go to the battlefield, they will be the only ones who can rely on each other.

Everyone drank the sugar water, talked and laughed, and chewed the hard fried noodles from time to time.

He Daqing kept looking at the bonfire on the distant hillside and cursing.

"Damn it, those Americans are too arrogant, acting like we don't exist.

Otherwise, we can take our weapons and give them a good beating later."

After hearing what He Daqing said, everyone shook their heads.

The dwarf explained with a smile.

"Sergeant, we only have a few broken guns, and we can only hold our position by relying on trenches and tunnels.

The Americans have machine guns, cannons, and everything else. Should we go up and serve them food?"

He Daqing was a little embarrassed.

"Can't you wait until dark and sneak over there?"

When the dwarf heard this, he became proud again.

"Squad leader, you are a capable person, but you are still a layman when it comes to fighting.

The hillside didn't seem far away, but in broad daylight it would take an hour to walk over there.

Besides, it was dark and the road was hard to walk on. If we could get there in two hours, it would be considered good.

It's such horrible weather. The temperature keeps dropping as soon as it gets dark.

Plus, the wind and snow were blowing non-stop. Who could withstand the wind for two hours?

After just ten minutes, my hands and feet became numb. After half an hour, I couldn't even walk properly. How could I fight?

Our previous squad leader was so eager to make a contribution that he took advantage of a windless night and sneaked over under the moonlight.

Who would have known that the Americans had set up two sentry posts, one visible and one hidden.

Before the open problem was solved, the old squad leader was shot in the arm by a secret sentry.

Fortunately, they were far away and the old squad leader managed to save his life.

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This damn weather is getting colder and colder. I can’t even stand roasting by the charcoal fire.

No, no, I have to go into the dugout.

Squad leader, you can sleep at my place tonight, it will be warmer.

Hey, squad leader, don’t be disgusted. When you can’t stand the cold anymore, come in by yourself.

Little Hunan, Little Jiangxi, I'll ask you two to stand guard at night..."

Everyone dispersed and went back to their caves to sleep, leaving only Xiao Hunan and Xiao Jiangxi.

The people who were sleeping took off their cotton coats and gave them to the two people on guard.

The two men were small in stature, and they wore their own cotton-padded jackets inside, plus a medium-sized cotton-padded jacket outside, and a large-sized cotton-padded jacket outside, making them look plump.

Wearing this equipment, I felt very warm. When I arrived at the secret sentry post, I blended into the night like a cat.

Looking at their clumsy appearance, He Daqing wondered, what if my back suddenly became itchy?

He Daqing hid in the dugout, tossing and turning, unable to fall asleep.

It's not just about sleeping too long during the day.

The system assigned He Daqing a task, asking him to go to the American camp and find out the enemy situation.

This is not the first time that the system has issued a task to He Daqing. Most of the time, He Daqing is too lazy to pay attention.

No matter how good the reward is, I'm not happy with it.

But this time, He Daqing hesitated about the reward.

The reward is a legendary treasure chest, which is worth 500,000 resentment points.

Moreover, He Daqing is also a gambler, and it is really difficult for him to resist the temptation of a legendary treasure chest.

But then again, even a professional soldier like the old squad leader was shot in the back, let alone a rookie like me, He Daqing?

Feeling the urge to urinate, He Daqing reluctantly got up.

After leaving the snow cave, the fire on the distant hillside had become much dimmer.

He Daqing shook his frozen donkey and walked down the hillside as if possessed.

Now that he had started, He Daqing didn't waste any time. He went to the space to change into a pair of long rain boots and strode forward.

The night wind was particularly cold, scraping He Daqing's exposed skin like a knife.

Even though He Daqing jogged all the way, his body still didn't warm up.

After walking for half an hour, He Daqing, whose hands and feet were numb from the cold, slipped into the space.

Drinking hot tea and eating peanuts and sunflower seeds.

After his body was completely warm, He Daqing plunged into the snowy wind again.

The night is exceptionally dark.

The huge bonfire on the hillside had long been extinguished, and the wind blew away, revealing tiny specks of charcoal red among the embers.

In the trench, under a tarpaulin, an American was roasting a charcoal brazier with a can of coffee heating on it.

Perhaps it was boring to drink coffee alone, so the American stood up and shouted into the distance:

“Whitey, come and have some coffee to warm yourself up.

Shit, do you want me to come over and invite you?

The last time, the Chinese guy came over under the moonlight when there was no wind or snow.

It's so dark now, and the snow is so strong, even a god can't sneak in."

In the darkness, a black silhouette emerged from the hole of an old tree. It was the sentry White.

White tightened his hat and swore.

"Fuck you, George, you've exposed my position.

If this cup of coffee is not to my liking, I will crush your purple..."

The two men drank coffee in the trench and chatted in low voices.

In the dark, behind a big rock, He Daqing broke out in a cold sweat.

Fortunately, I didn't act impulsively just now. The secret sentry was hidden so well that He Daqing observed it for so long but didn't find it at all.

Now that the secret sentry has become an open sentry, the threat to He Daqing has dropped sharply.

He Daqing quietly moved towards the tree hole where the secret sentry was, and slipped into the space beside the tree hole.

White finished a cup of coffee and refused George's desire to continue chatting.

“George, from now until dawn, you are not allowed to expose my position again.

Look, I'm not kidding you, you know my temper..."

When White walked away, George spat a mouthful of thick phlegm on the place where White had just sat, and cursed in a low voice:

"Bah~

Are snipers so great?

Just like me, blowing in the cold wind in the middle of the night.

You're still bragging about honing yourself, but it's obvious that you're just as unpopular as me, that's why you're doing this hard job..."

As an ace sniper, White has his own pride.

This time, he came with a special mission, preparing to assassinate a senior Chinese official.

White stood outside the tree hole and felt something was wrong.

As for what was wrong, White couldn't tell for a moment.

There seems to be a different smell, yes, it's a smell.

Suddenly a strong wind blew, and White retreated instead of moving forward, and was hit by an elbow when he raised his hand.

When He Daqing took it with his left hand, his elbow hit his hand, causing pain in his nose.

Fortunately, He Daqing's right hand was not idle. He was a master monkey stealing peaches and never failed.

White felt a sharp pain and wanted to scream but no sound came out and he fainted from the pain.

A warm and sweet taste entered his throat, and He Daqing wiped his nose with his hand, and his hand was red...