The Rise of the Scum of the Heavens

Sure enough, as Hu Biao predicted, after a delicious feast and other incidental things.

In the early morning of the next day, Hu Biao was pleasantly surprised to discover some gratifying situations.

For example: Everyone in the battle team and the recruit group has improved a lot in terms of mental outlook, and can even be said to be rejuvenated.

Not only have I discarded all the negative emotions and low morale from yesterday's battle.

Even the exhaustion accumulated during the long tug-of-war had improved significantly, and everyone cheered up.

Considering that many people didn't sleep much last night, Hu Biao was amazed that such a miraculous transformation was still possible.

Of course, no matter how beautiful last night was, it was already in the past.

For everyone who woke up, the even better thing was that after a big meal yesterday, there was still some left of that big horse.

Although the quantity is not too much, it is just a lot of horse bones, and about 200 catties of horse meat, plus a little offal.

But such a batch of ingredients also means that not only will they not be hungry today and tomorrow, but they can continue to live a good life with meat for two days.

After realizing this point, everyone was extraordinarily happy.

So, after a whole night of wind and snow, it suddenly came to a quiet morning, when a group of people began to discuss heatedly, talking about what to eat this morning.

"Horse miscellaneous soup? It's best to put some pepper in it, and drink a bowl of it in the morning, and I'll be good! You'll feel warm all day long."

Feng suggested so in his mouth, and by the way, he pouted his mouth, looking very expectant.

"Horse kebabs? Brush some horse oil and roast them on the fire, mix them with brown bread and eat them as sandwiches, and they will make the kids next door cry."

The owner of a barbecue restaurant like Python gave such a different opinion.

In short, among the opinions of many people, there are all kinds of suggestions in this way.

In such a situation, until with a creaking sound, the broken gong, who was in charge of guarding outside from 5:7 to [-]:[-] in the morning, pushed a big iron door of the workshop and came back.

After hearing everyone's dispute, this guy suddenly lifted the thing in his hand high.

He said with joy in his mouth: "Brothers, take a look and see what good things I brought back?"

After everyone heard the words, they looked and saw that in the hands of a big brother like Po Luo, he was carrying two bundles of things that looked like vermicelli.

Immediately, Lian Hu Biao couldn't help asking:

"Fuck! Maozi's family also has such a food as vermicelli. How did these things come from?"

"I can see clearly that these are not vermicelli, but Maozi's noodles, but at first glance they look very similar to our vermicelli.

These were all sent by Comrade Paul, the deputy factory director, early in the morning.

They said they were grateful for our hospitality last night, but they couldn’t eat us for free. This is their kindness; not to mention, it is said that this thing is still quite rare in Volgograd.

When I came back just now, Comrade Deputy Factory Director happened to meet me at the door, so I just brought him in by the way. "

Facing Hu Biao's question, Po Luo explained it in such a way.

Then, after he thought of something, he excitedly proposed a suggestion of his own:

"Then again, it's okay to treat this thing as vermicelli.

How about we use these unscrupulous vermicelli today, plus yesterday's leftover horse meat and offal, to make an unscrupulous pork stew vermicelli? "

Then, the poor Po Luo found out that under his suggestion, all the veterans in the team turned pale.

How did he know that in the memories of Hu Biao and others, in the previous missions, the two memories of pork stewed vermicelli were very bad.

Every time I didn't eat or talk, it was the beginning of a series of bad events.

Anyway, all of the above are not such good memories.

Just after the sentence in Po Luo's mouth, those bad memories were brought back very clearly; and he could faintly feel that some bad things were about to happen again...

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In the end, for breakfast today, Maozi’s noodles were boiled, and some horse bone soup and leftovers from last night were added.

Maybe it's because I haven't eaten noodles for a long time. The taste of such a traditional Huaguo food made everyone raise their thumbs high to the three people in the cooking class.

However, the more important thing is that it seems that Hu Biao and his Zhongzhou team finally broke the curse of 'pork stewed vermicelli'.

Because until 10 o'clock in the morning, the entire Volgograd was still in a calm state.

Of course, such a calm situation means that there are no hundreds of planes in the sky vying for air supremacy, and there are no tens of thousands of soldiers on the ground engaged in fierce street battles.

For those who are used to the continuous sound of gunfire and gunfire, it is already a small scene that does not need to be surprised.

Under such a situation, the top and bottom of the Central Continent team, who were full, took action.

Fei Falcon continued to lead a few people, and continued to go to the area around Mamayev Gang to lurk, and it was a daily surveillance work.

But because he has been working the night shift for a week, he is now adjusted to the day shift.

The severely wounded such as AT, Xufeng, Xiling, and Jason, after eating enough, lay down in the haystacks and continued to rest, striving to recover their mobility and combat effectiveness as soon as possible.

A four-person car team like Yang Dongli went to workshop No. 9.

Because in a tank battle yesterday, the Brave was on the left side armor position, but it was hit by a 75mm caliber high-explosive bomb from the opponent.

Although because of the logs tied on one side, it helped to resist a considerable part of the power.

But they can still clearly feel that the operation of the Brave is not so obedient, and it must be repaired properly today.

The warehouse manager took a ten-member sniper team and started to go out during the day.

well!Is there any night and day for Xiangde to shoot black guns and carry out harassment operations?Of course not, it must be uninterrupted 24 hours a day.

The big flicker took a squad of soldiers, brought a lot of watches and alcohol mixed with water, and went to find people to trade black bread, horse sausage, potatoes, cabbage and everything else that could be eaten.

After all, in terms of food reserves, it was somewhat insufficient for the Zhongzhou team.

Even Hu Biao and others began to organize and maintain their weapons, reloading the empty magazines one by one, adding some grenades and so on.

It is guaranteed that once a battle situation is encountered, the strongest combat power will immediately erupt.

As for Ye Yu, Lang Qing, Han Zi, Su Hong, Zhu Ye and other personnel who died in battle, Hu Biao was going to wait until tonight to give them a cremation.

Without him!It's just because it is too difficult to dig a hole to bury them in the current severe cold weather.

Then when Hu Biao naively thought that this morning might be passed safely, something happened.

It can be regarded as a clear understanding of the 'curse of pork stewed vermicelli'. It is not a successful crack, but a slight delay of three hours...

Chapter 470 The anger of the fake foreign devil

At that time, Hu Biao used some decent gun oil from Maozi's family to shoot the M1918A2 Browning light machine gun that accompanied him on several missions.

With skilled movements, a meticulous maintenance was completed.

Next, in the rare leisure time during the entire mission, Hu Biao lazily loaded a round of 0.3-60 bullets into the empty magazine like a country idler.

Talk!Based on the lease agreement signed between Maozi and Uncle Sam's family, by the end of 42, it had been implemented for more than a year.

During this period of time, a large amount of materials were transported through the Arctic Ocean route.

Although a large part of it is heavy equipment such as machinery, automobiles, oil, aircraft and cannons, or raw materials.

But there is still a part of it, such as light weapons and ammunition.

So the 0.3-60 caliber bullets used by soldiers, the 0.45 caliber pistol bullets of Thomson submachine guns, and the 0.5 caliber bullets of Laoganma.

After a lot of wandering around and trading, I still got a batch of these bullets.

The number may not be too many, but it can barely meet the needs of the Zhongzhou team; there is no need for Hu Biao to waste the little remaining system points on such a few bullets.

Then, when Hu Biao was thinking about the fact that Da Huyou had been out for so long, why Mao would not come; and what to eat for lunch at noon.

Suddenly, there was a burst of violent gunfire and explosions from a distance, some of which were terrifyingly loud.

Surprisingly, the location where the voice came from should still be Mamayev Gang.

This made Hu Biao reflect that it should have been quiet for such a long time, and the German staff were secretly holding back their big moves, and now they are finally holding back and preparing for the last large-scale offensive.

Just when Hu Biao was about to pick up the Motorola walkie-talkie beside him and ask about the situation on the Falcon Mamayev Hill.

An even bigger shock happened, and bursts of extremely shrill sirens sounded again in such a city full of ruins, and the piercing sound made people's brains hurt.

Some of these alerts represent an astonishing content:

The air strikes, or the German sticks, started a large-scale air strike.

Because when it was changed to normal times, the small scene where the German sticks dispatched a dozen or twenty planes could not arouse such a big reaction from the Maozi defenders in the city.

After thinking of something, Hu Biao picked up the walkie-talkie and light machine gun at hand, and rushed out of the No. 7 workshop.

As soon as he raised his head, Hu Biao could see the direction occupied by the German stick outside the city without putting the telescope on his eyes, and more than 300 planes flew over at once.

On Maozi's side, seventy or eighty planes also went up to meet him, and the gap in power balance was a bit big.

Talk!There are scenes about air raids.

Back then on the Songhu battlefield, seeing the scene of twenty or thirty planes fighting and attacking the ground between the enemy and us was already the biggest movement Hu Biao, a bumpkin from the Eastern battlefield, had ever seen.

But an air strike of that scale still left him with a huge psychological shadow.

As a result, as soon as he saw the current scene, especially when he saw that there were more than 20 planes flying towards the tractor factory, he immediately felt a big shock all over his body.

Turning back to everyone in workshop No. 7, he yelled:

"Hurry up, those who can hold guns are ready to fight immediately; Natasha, you take the seriously wounded and transfer immediately to the air-raid shelter next to the No. 1 workshop. You must not come out until the air raid is over."

Immediately, under such an order from Hu Biao, everyone in workshop No. 7 took action hastily.

Because the warehouse manager, Da Huyou, Yang Dongli, Fei Falcon and others all brought a small number of people to work on other things, and now there are only more than 7 combatants in workshop 80.

But even this small group of people must immediately enter the defensive position.

Lest the German stick take advantage of such an opportunity and quickly break into the tractor factory.

As for the seriously wounded, it was the most correct way to quickly move them to the air-raid shelter with the support of sister Mao's children and nurses.

Because looking at today's posture, Hu Biao faintly realized that the No. 7 workshop where they had been staying for a few days might not be able to keep it.

Hu Biao's conjecture was not wrong. Those German stick planes that seemed to be far away soon arrived at the position above the tractor factory.