The Rise of the Scum of the Heavens

First stop by the dormitory and get a pack of cigarettes for yourself.

All this is because after he opened the door of the room, the space in front of him was distorted, which was called a Mo De without the slightest reason, without even a reminder beforehand.

wrong!It seems that there is still a little hint.

The moment he opened the door, amidst the sound of the waves, he faintly heard this sentence: Congratulations, you have won the lottery...

Northeast region, outside a certain railway station.

"Wow, this damn weather is the beginning of December, and it's so cold~" Zheng Jinyan, who got off work at midnight and walked out of the train station from the locomotive depot, yelled out such a sentence.

Then, habitually, tied up the collar of the down jacket.

Then he quickened his pace, stepping on the already thick layer of snow on the ground, and walked towards the house not far from the train station amidst the sound of 'Kaka~'.

Needless to say, after working for more than ten hours in such a icy and snowy environment.

Is there anything better than going back to a warm home with heating, letting the daughter-in-law drink two or two glasses of appetizers, and go to sleep.

Anyway, if he rests tomorrow, it won't affect his work and safety.

Ordinarily, there is nothing wrong with Zheng Jinyan's thinking, and the life of ordinary people is nothing more than this.

Some ordinary and ordinary things can make them feel satisfied.

It's just that in a certain section of the dark road, when he accelerated his pace, he didn't pay attention to his feet. As a result, after his feet slipped, he just fell backwards with his head up.

Such a fall is actually not a big deal in the Northeast.

As long as it is not an old man or an old lady with inconvenient legs and feet, it is not a big deal to fall down while wearing such thick clothes all over the body.

The problem is that at the moment of falling, the train driver was horrified to find that the space around him was faintly distorted.

In view of such a scene, it can only be said that the pulling and teleportation of the system is getting more and more nonsense.

Chapter 400 You have won the lottery

The administrative central city of Huaguo, the Daxing area, Huangcun, and a relatively remote and uninhabited hill.

In a sewage treatment plant, Zhang Yunxiang, a 27-year-old young worker, opened a cold-proof sleeping bag and spread it on the ground in the tent that would have been set up a long time ago.

Talk!It's now early December.

In a northern region like Beijing, the outdoor weather has already cooled down, and it is really not a very suitable season for going out for camping.

It's just that Zhang Yunxiang got off work today, thinking about tomorrow's time for rest; he still tossed a lot of things, and he couldn't wait to go out, and came here straight all the way.

Among such a large number of things, including a cold sleeping bag, hood, gloves.

As well as a kerosene stove, one kilogram of kerosene, a titanium alloy armed SIR96B helmet, a 78-style multifunctional kettle, a set of small camping pots, and a ski goggle.

5 packs of gold leaf cigarettes, 3 cans of braised pork, and a little vitamin tablet.

Finally, 100 pieces of water purification tablets, binoculars, compass, lighters and other messy things are added; all of them are packed and hung in a large backpack with a capacity of 20 liters.

The reason for Zhang Yunxiang to do this is, to put it bluntly, an old-fashioned story of a single dog who has been urged to marry by his family.

Especially his younger brother, who is now one and a half years old, and his parents are even more urging him for such a difficult problem.

In addition, Zhang Yunxiang can be regarded as a senior military fan.

He also has no other hobbies. He usually has a little pocket money, except for buying some weird books that his parents think.

Like "Hundred Years of Huaguo Military Uniform", "Gun Bullet Manufacturing", "Gun Ammunition Cartridge Manufacturing Process".

The rest is just a person from time to time, going out to camp in this wilderness.

Anyway, in a word, they are all hobbies that make people look a little scary, so don't say who you say.

So Zhang Yunxiang, who really couldn't stand it today, would rather sleep in a sleeping bag in the cold wind than listen to those nagging voices at home.

In the end, seeing that it was getting late, Zhang Yunxiang, who was going to sleep, picked up his mobile phone and planned to go to the forum, and then he started to fall asleep.

No!The most popular post about 'Volgograd' naturally caught his eye.

As a result, when reading such a post, Zhang Yunxiang did not express any opinions; it was only when he opened his sleeping bag and prepared to take a good night's sleep.

In his head, the unscrupulous voice of the system sounded:

"It has been detected that the relevant personnel have a strong desire to go to the Volgograd battlefield in 42. Now the system has decided to fulfill their desire, and the transmission will begin immediately."

Although Zhang Yunxiang's physical fitness is quite good after he insists on exercising at ordinary times because of his unique hobbies, he also knows some scouting fighting skills, which is PLA's catch-the-enemy boxing.

But in the final analysis, he is just an ordinary young man.

Encountered in such a situation at such a late night, he also became a little timid in an instant.

"No! I don't want to, I don't think about going to Volgograd, not at all." Instinctively, he yelled like this.

"You think." Such a light reply suddenly fell into Zhang Yunxiang's ears, and the space around him became distorted.

Seeing that things had come to this, Zhang Yunxiang grabbed the backpack with many things in one hand and the sleeping bag on the ground with the other.

However, there is no way to bring the tent that has been set up.

For this reason, he thought very regretfully: "What the hell! It's a pity that I can't take my cold-proof tent with me to the winter of Maozi's house in 42."

Just like that, Zhang Yunxiang's figure began to gradually disappear, but at such a moment, a self-proclaimed system came up with a sentence:

"Let me tell you, you really want to travel through the past."

Zhang Yunxiang: "..."

******

Somewhere in the waters of the Nansha Sea, a [-]-ton giant ship is sailing slowly on a relatively calm sea.

Just inspecting the main engine of the ship, Mo Ren found that everything was running very normally. After yawning, he decided to go to the cafeteria to have some supper before going to rest.

He remembered that during the daytime today, the cook on the boat caught a sea fish nicknamed 'Skin Wolf' while doing boring sea fishing.

This thing looks pretty, but the boiled noodles are quite good, and the soup is so fresh, you must eat another bowl later.

Masters, eating enough is fighting power!There is nothing wrong with that.

Mo Ren, 29 years old this year, is 1.8 meters tall and weighs 170 kilograms. He is currently the first engineer on a huge [-]-ton ship.

The so-called second engineer is actually an engineer on the ship, whose position is second only to the chief engineer.

The specific job content is to perform duty duties during navigation and berthing, to be in charge of the ship's propulsion device and ancillary related equipment; to help manage people, to maintain and repair some machines on the ship, and so on.

The reason why Mo Ren is engaged in such a profession does not seem to be unusual at all.

Because a few years ago, he was a member of a PLA sailor landing detachment, and his position at that time was an engineer, and he also worked part-time as a cook.

After retiring from the army, I naturally found such a professional job.

Because he has long been accustomed to such a life of sailing and sailing at sea, Mo Ren is actually quite satisfied with such a job with a relatively good salary.

The problem is, he is no longer used to such a life.

A strong old man, after a long time at sea, still feels a little bored and uninteresting.

'What the hell!If only I could have some fun. With such a thought in mind, Mo Ren touched his pocket as he walked towards the cafeteria.

Sailors, because of the monotonous life, there are very few non-smokers, and as long as they smoke, they are very addicted to cigarettes.

As a result, at such a time, he remembered the last cigarette just now. He smoked it on the deck and threw away the cigarette case.

He made a decision that he regretted many times, but at the same time he was grateful for many times in the future:

First stop by the dormitory and get a pack of cigarettes for yourself.

All this is because after he opened the door of the room, the space in front of him was distorted, which was called a Mo De without the slightest reason, without even a reminder beforehand.

wrong!It seems that there is still a little hint.

The moment he opened the door, amidst the sound of the waves, he faintly heard this sentence: Congratulations, you have won the lottery...

Northeast region, outside a certain railway station.

"Wow, this damn weather is the beginning of December, and it's so cold~" Zheng Jinyan, who got off work at midnight and walked out of the train station from the locomotive depot, yelled out such a sentence.

Then, habitually, tied up the collar of the down jacket.

Then he quickened his pace, stepping on the already thick layer of snow on the ground, and walked towards the house not far from the train station amidst the sound of 'Kaka~'.

Needless to say, after working for more than ten hours in such a icy and snowy environment.

Is there anything better than going back to a warm home with heating, letting the daughter-in-law drink two or two glasses of appetizers, and go to sleep.

Anyway, if he rests tomorrow, it won't affect his work and safety.

Ordinarily, there is nothing wrong with Zheng Jinyan's thinking, and the life of ordinary people is nothing more than this.

Some ordinary and ordinary things can make them feel satisfied.

It's just that in a certain section of the dark road, when he accelerated his pace, he didn't pay attention to his feet. As a result, after his feet slipped, he just fell backwards with his head up.

Such a fall is actually not a big deal in the Northeast.

As long as it is not an old man or an old lady with inconvenient legs and feet, it is not a big deal to fall down while wearing such thick clothes all over the body.

The problem is that at the moment of falling, the train driver was horrified to find that the space around him was faintly distorted.

In view of such a scene, it can only be said that the pulling and teleportation of the system is getting more and more nonsense.

Chapter 401 6 Rookies (Subscribe)

Location: A certain city, a location at the junction of urban and rural areas.

Time: in the early 11 o'clock.

Arriving at such a time with a copy in his hand, Ni Ao was walking under the dim streetlights of the not-so-wide road, not knowing whether it should be considered dinner or a night snack.

Looking at such a time, there are already some quiet, or deserted streets.

Such a man who was only 32 years old, who was still considered a good youth, but with a little hair on the top of his head, thought of something in his heart, and sighed silently in his heart.

Talk!For a hard-working [-]D designer.