The Rise of the Scum of the Heavens

Immediately, some old men around who were nibbling on steamed buns looked at them with concerned eyes.

Then, when Original Sin took out the first thing, a huge burst of laughter erupted in everyone's mouth, and even his sub-shooter Qingtian even spit out a mouthful of steamed buns.

The main reason is that Original Sin had a haircut and changed his hairstyle before participating in the mission this time.

Cut the originally very short and small flat head into a round head with only a little hair left; the result?The guy took out a wooden comb from a cloth pocket.

In the pain of the original sin's face, Qingtian grabbed the wooden comb directly, and combed it a few times on the original sin's Tianling cover.

Immediately, the laughter of the people present became even more powerful.

Of course, the process of opening the blind box for everyone is not as funny as the original sin; some people even showed great surprises after they took out the condolences.

"Takahashi muffins? This is the authentic specialty of Allah's magic capital, and it doesn't taste too good~"

Reached into the cloth bag with one hand, took out an oil-paper bag, and then opened it and took a look. The old man of the devil city, bacon, shouted in surprise.

After that, he didn't even look at what was left in the bag, he just took the whole thing and stuffed it into his mouth.

I don't know if the ingredients of this year are not contaminated, and the owner's food originally has a fragrance.

Or in other words, under the current circumstances, something that was originally ordinary seems extremely precious. In short, Bacon felt that this was the best Takahashi pancake he had ever eaten.

Compared with the ones I bought in the supermarket before, I don't know how many times better.

After the middle-aged warehouse manager put his hand into the bag, he took out two packs of 'Three Cats' cigarettes.

For this relatively unfamiliar cigarette brand, others may be confused, but the Huns, who have been in the magic capital for some years, really know this stuff.

It is said that this kind of brand was very popular in the magic capital back then, and Du Yuesheng, the hero of the generation, is still a shareholder of the manufacturer.

The problem was that the middle-aged warehouse manager was one of the only non-smokers among the people present.

I usually smoke a little every now and then, just to have fun with everyone.

So he waved the cigarette in his hand and discussed with the bacon not far away: "bacon, how about I exchange this with you for Takahashi muffins, I only need half of it."

"No change, not even a window." Bacon couldn't help but reject the proposal.

Then, he carefully wrapped and put away most of the remaining package of Takahashi muffins, and muttered, "I want to take it back and let my wife and children taste this authentic taste."

"..." The Hun Dharma God muttered a word, and after the cordial greetings that others could not hear, he stuffed his hands into the cloth bag again.

He didn't believe it anymore, he couldn't get a little good stuff by himself.

Then he pulled out boxes of matches, a fountain pen, and a folded piece of paper.

After the letter was opened, the middle-aged warehouse manager could clearly see the traditional letter written vertically. It should be because the writer's culture is not high. The writing is crooked and there are many typos.

The problem is that after seeing the above content clearly, all the resentment on his face instantly vanished.

Because it says on it:

Soldiers and soldiers fighting on the front line, please allow me to express my greatest respect to you on behalf of the seven members of the Wu family.

At present, the Japanese invaders have invaded my great rivers and mountains, and I, the great man of China, must be united in the fight against the strong enemy; but Wu Mou is a petty citizen who has no power to tie the chicken with one hand. .

However, with the heart of a man against Japan, he still wanted to do what he could.

Due to the shyness of the money, I can only prepare two packs of inferior cigarettes to express my condolences to the strong men of our army...

When I saw this, a picture even appeared in the head of the Huns: a little man in the magic capital who could only smoke low-quality cigarettes in order to save money for his family.

After gritting his teeth and using his usual cigarette money for several days, after buying such a special condolence item, he crouched on the table in the narrow room and wrote the letter stroke by stroke.

After a silent sigh, the Xiongnu Dharma God threw the cigarette and matches in his hand, along with the letter, to the bacon.

In his mouth, he said lightly: "You can use it to smoke it. Just be more precise when you can shoot. As people of the Devil City, we can't justify it in this war if we don't die."

Bacon took the letter suspiciously and looked at it, then took out the Takahashi muffins in his backpack.

He handed it to the Xiongnu Fashen, a teammate who, for some unknown reason, would always be a bit aggressive, and said in his mouth: "Eat it, don't be killed by the devils so quickly after you're full, kill more devils before you die."

At the same time, after others saw their condolences, they silently thought about their thoughts.

The specific reason is that they have acquired something that seems ordinary and insignificant, but represents too much, too much.

Even if I didn't, after seeing the things in the hands of my comrades who suddenly quieted down, I didn't have the intention to speak.

For example: Staff Officer Yang Dongli actually took out a small clay doll and a few pieces of candy from the bag.

Candy is not like the modern plane, the kind with beautiful packaging, just wrapped in oil paper, each piece is pitifully small.

But it was these things that made Yang Dongli feel a huge shock in his heart after thinking of something.

Say it!Besides children, who would treat these things as treasures?

After realizing that a child had donated his most precious things to the front line as condolences, Yang Dongli, who held such a heart, held the things in his hands so hot.

In Xufeng's hand, he got a box of old-style merlin cans made by the Republic of China, and the same letter.

The difference is that in this letter, not only the letter is full of beautiful handwriting, but also the warm greetings from the other party in the heart gradually calmed his mind.

Even if there is no photo attached to the letter, this gentleman believes that this must be a beautiful and gentle girl.

"Don't worry, girl, I will definitely stand up to the devil." Xu Feng thought so.

In AT's hand, he got a small bag of champion cake; even after Hu Biao opened the bag, he found a small bag of spiced broad beans.

Seriously!Even if the things that everyone holds in their hands are different; but they come from the modern plane with rich materials, and they don't pay much attention to these foods.

But what they valued was something behind, and almost the same picture appeared in everyone's head.

On the crowded street, a huge piece of cloth was pulled and held high by many people and walked on the street.

Male and female students, workers, and small traders with loudspeakers in their hands were screaming and roaring, trying to wake up those souls that had been numb for many years.

Under such a roar that seemed to come from the soul, countless banknotes, oceans, gold ornaments, and large gold teeth with blood were thrown up like raindrops.

At the same time, there are also clay dolls, candy bars, cigarettes, and these various materials were sent to the hands of fundraisers.

Perhaps many of the items and weights seem to be insignificant at all; but they are already their poor and poor masters, and the only thing that can be taken in his hands.

While doing these, everyone's faces were full of enthusiasm, and the slogans in their mouths could spread far.

This is not the blood of chickens and brainwashing, but the angry roar of a great nation when it wakes up after sleeping for hundreds of years.

In the roar, the entire city of Magic City was boiling and burning.

After taking into account the above considerations, these gifts are extraordinarily heavy.

Chapter 96 The Battle Begins Again

Time, 28:1 a.m. on the 27th.

Under the bright moonlight, Hu Biao peeked out a bit of his head from behind a sandbag and looked at the seemingly extremely quiet battlefield.

Under his observation, there was no ghost in sight.

Even in the middle of the current midnight, there are still frogs croaking, and the chirping of crickets continues to reach the ears.

If it weren't for the untreated corpses of the devils in front of the position, which still exudes a strong bloody smell, everything in this tranquility is like an ordinary summer night in the countryside.

Of course, Hu Biao knew that all the above was an illusion. God knows when the next attack from the devil will come.

The problem is that on the Devil's side, maybe he has been having a headache for the unfamiliar anti-tank weapons on the ground, and he doesn't know what big move he is holding back, and when will it be launched?

Therefore, the supplementary battalion, who had repaired the official defense of the position, ate a meal that was not known to be a late-night snack or should be a dinner, and even experienced a disturbance such as a condolence product.

With a sigh of anger in their hearts, the supplementary battalion who planned to fight to the death, they waited until such a time in the early morning, and still did not wait for the devils to continue to attack.

Of course, this is also a good thing for Hu Biao and the others.

If possible, Hu Biao is even willing to wait until 29:3 in the morning on the [-]th tomorrow night to be so boring, lonely and empty.

It's just such a good thing, I can only think about it.

So, Hu Biao forcibly suppressed the irritable feeling in his heart that he couldn't explain in the recent period of time.

Considering that waiting is not the way to do it, I planned to make such arrangements.

Turning back to the crowd, he arranged in such a low voice:

"Don't care! Who knows when the devil will come up? Since you are in such a good spirit, then you should take 5 people to watch the night first, and the rest will rest in place.

Don't worry, we won't catch a sheep like you and pluck its wool from the dead. You'll be on top of it for 2 hours. If the devil doesn't come, you can go to rest.

The others would rotate once an hour, followed by the flying falcons, then the fake foreign devils and the staff officers to keep vigils, otherwise it would not be an option to keep going like this. "

Of course, AT has no objection to Hu Biao's arrangement.

Guess he still has it!Since taking the primary bloodline thing, it has indeed brought great benefits to his physical fitness, but it still cannot change the essence of the little white-collar worker being a rookie on the battlefield.

In the battle just now, he took a Hanyang made with his own hand speed, and shot at least 30 rounds of bullets out.

As a result, a total of one person was killed and three people were wounded. Compared with the two half-orthographies added to the gun stock after the battle of the Huns, the fake foreign devils turned two orthographic characters on the gun stock, which is really a little bit. Can't get it out.

Even Xu Feng next to him has 7 records.

In contrast, he currently can only have a vigil to provide a little contribution to the team.

The only thing fortunate is that after firing 30 shots in a row, he felt that he gradually found a way to shoot.

Among them, he only had a victory, and it was also the last shot, which seems to be the best proof

Under Hu Biao's arrangement, in addition to the AT ordering five indigenous warriors, they lurked on the positions in the form of secret whistle and kept vigil.

The remaining people did not have the slightest trace of ink, and after finding a space between the broken bricks and broken walls, they hugged the rifle tightly in their arms, curled up and fell asleep.

In particular, a group of new netizens have almost reached the point of falling asleep in a second.

Of course, Hu Biao could, after arranging sentries, let others go to rest in a safer cellar; if nothing else, after raising a fire, at least there would be fewer mosquitoes.

But in case of being attacked in the middle of the night, more reaction time is needed, and someone might take advantage of it.

So, it can only be this arrangement.

At the same time, after tossing around all day, especially after the continuous reinforcement work, although Hu Biao felt that the labor intensity was several times greater than that of the construction site, the whole person was tired like a dog and urgently needed a good rest.

But he was still leaning on his waist, and after inspecting the position, after confirming that everything was normal, Hu Biao found a corner to rely on.

After at most three seconds, he was like a dead sleep.

special!In a ghost place like Luodian battlefield, even a man like this big animal can't stand it.