About 30 seconds later, the background music of the slot machine stopped and replaced it with a festive sound of firecrackers, which looked like a marriage and a wife.

"System prompt: Congratulations to the host's character explosion, I'm glad to get the latest cool cuckold.

Warm reminder: If you want to live a good life, you have to add a little green on your head."

"System prompt: Congratulations to the host, draw a German 37mm war defense gun and a box of shells."

"System prompt: Congratulations to the host, draw a poisoned rat to strengthen one bottle."

"System prompt: Congratulations to the host, draw a m1 Garland semi-automatic rifle and 100 bullets."

"System prompt: Congratulations to the host for completing ten consecutive draws and receiving a mysterious gift package."

"Is this gone?"

Yang Jing was confused, and with the reward of completing ten consecutive draws, there were only 5 prizes. What's the point of making a fuss?

The system's humble voice recalled: "Guawazi, as the character level increases, the chance of winning will decrease accordingly.

The chance of winning at level 1 is 90%, the chance of winning at level 2 is 80%, and the chance of winning at level 3 is 70%...

And so on.

However, if the level is improved, the quality of the prize will also be improved accordingly."

"I see."

Yang Jing nodded, but soon realized that something was wrong: "No, I was only level 3 in the first lottery, so I won an Italian cannon.

Which of these prizes is more awesome than Italian cannons? Poisonous rats are stronger or cuckolds?

Also, I am only level 5 now, and I have a chance to win at 50, so why do I only get 4 prizes in ten consecutive draws?"

"Guawazi, the word "opportunity" points out the key points! Also, the first lottery will definitely give you some sweetness. Hahaha!" The system smiled jokingly.

Yang Jing was so angry that he gritted his teeth. He really wanted to use a brick to kill this damn tricked him.

Then, he unwilling to open the mysterious gift package.

"I'm Ge, if I can't prescribe a good thing for me, I'll be fine this day. I'll kill myself and kill myself and count on the ball!"

The next moment, another festive firecracker sounded.

Yang Jing couldn't help but tighten his chrysanthemum. His voice was already psychologically shady.

"System prompt: great news, congratulations to the host Goddess of Luck for possession and obtaining a copy of "Modern Soldier Training Textbook".

Finally, Yang Jing smiled with satisfaction for the first time: "He is a goddamn broken system, and he is finally reliable."

This thing is a soldier training textbook in the 21st century, which is more than half a century ahead of the current training textbooks, and it is just right for use at this time.

Then, Yang Jing swept his eyes to the space he carries.

Ha! After the battle at Baoshan, the space of my body was filled with things, everything I had for food, drink, and use.

Especially the whole box and Tianxia cigarettes made Yang Jing drool in his eyes.

The best cigarette is so good. Not to mention this top-quality white sand cigarette in the past, even ordinary high-quality white sand can only buy two packs during festivals.

Usually, it only takes 2 yuan per pack to get a good harvest.

The only regret is that the weapons and equipment are slightly less, and most of them are individual weapons from World War II.

It would be great if there were some aircraft and tanks.

...

the next day.

"Dongdongdongdong, dudongdongdong..."

Yang Jing woke up in a daze and found that it was not even dawn. He couldn't help but curse: "Damn, who is knocking on the door?"

"Battery Commander, it's me."

Ma Haifeng's voice came from outside the door.

Yang Jing lifted the quilt with a sleepy eyes and got up. After opening the door, he asked, "You kid don't sleep in the middle of the night, why are you disturbing me?"

"Hehe! Battalion Commander, it's getting bright soon." Ma Haifeng looked around and found that there was no one. Then he smiled embarrassedly: "I heard that you assigned an inflatable wife to the brothers in the guard last night?"

Yang Jing asked back without answering: "Why, the boy wants one too?"

Ma Haifeng continued: "Battery Commander, you know the hardships of our soldiers; for three years in the army, the sows can beat Diao Chan, so, hehe..."

Yang Jing pointed to the sacks in the middle of the courtyard and said, "Hey, they are all there, you can choose one yourself."

"Okay!"

Ma Haifeng picked a model of the same as Feng Jie from it with an excited look on his face, and began to vent his anger on the ground according to Yang Jing's instructions.

After Ma Haifeng finished his work, Yang Jing shot the book "Modern Soldier Training Tutorial" on his forehead: "Although my battalion has no combat tasks during this period, the training must not be slackened. As for the task of training soldiers, you will be fully responsible.

I have a training textbook here, you can go back and study it carefully.

In addition, tell my brothers that if they train hard and their grades are recognized by me, they can get an inflatable wife from me."

Yang Jing has simply revised this training textbook, covering up the traces of his era.

"yes!"

Ma Haifeng happily accepted the order, and then happily turned around and left with his wife.

...

Next, Yang Jing spent a relaxed and pleasant time.

The above did not assign him tasks, and the system did not release new tasks.

All matters in training soldiers were also handed over to deputy battalion commander Ma Haifeng, who completely became a hand-off manager.

Except for routine checks every day, the rest of the time is free to move.

It is worth mentioning that in order to facilitate training, the Huben Camp's garrison has been moved from Jiading City to a mountainous area 20 miles outside the city.

Half a month later.

After this period of high-intensity modern assault training, the soldiers of the Huben Camp have long been incomparable.

At 8 o'clock in the morning, the soldiers lined up neatly on the school ground, each with tall figures, like javelins.

The fierce gaze revealed the murderous aura of wild wolves, as if it were a group of wolves. He stood quietly in the morning light, waiting for the battalion commander Yang Jing to review.

A moment later, accompanied by Deputy Battalion Commander Ma Haifeng and Guard Route Commander Ma Tong, Yang Jing walked on a stairs and climbed the platform in front of the school grounds.

His brand new military uniform made him feel a sense of heroism from top to bottom.

Yang Jing faced everyone, looked around, raised the loudspeaker in his hand and whispered: "Brothers, tell me loudly that our army number is..."

"The world's number one Tiger Camp!"

"The world's number one Tiger Camp!"

"The world's number one Tiger Camp!"

“…”

The soldiers shouted loudly, their hearts were filled with passion and full of pride.

Yang Jing inspected the mighty soldiers of the Huben Camp and stumbled loudly: "Brothers, they all say that raising soldiers for a thousand days is used for a while.

However, our Huben Camp is a place where we nourish our troops for a thousand days and use our troops for a thousand days.

As long as the Japanese don’t withdraw from the border for a day, my Huben Camp soldiers will fight to the end!"

"Hu Ben Camp swept across the enemy! Hu Ben Camp swept across the enemy! Kill, kill, kill!"

Yang Jing raised his left hand and the training ground suddenly calmed down.

"Please remember that the glory of my Huben Camp is today, and hundreds of soldiers of my camp fought bloody battles with the Japanese on the Baoshan battlefield!

Even our old battalion commander Yao Ziqing died in Baoshan City!

You must remember these heroes who sacrificed their lives for their country and for glory!"

“Yes, yes, yes!”

The soldiers shouted passionately, and the sound of a bell spread throughout the training ground.

...

PS! Four benefactors donated generously yesterday. The third brother was so happy and thanked every brother who voted.
Chapter completed!