Yang Dongli, who felt that something was boiling in his stomach, was released in a rapid spurt, and his whole body relaxed. Only then did he put aside his worries.
During this process, he saw crouching black figures under the surrounding tree stumps or among the bushes, and he could hear various "whoosh, whoosh~" sounds in his ears.
And a strong odor can be smelled in the nasal cavity.
Under such circumstances, Yang Dongli felt a strong worry in his heart.
However, the worry in his heart was not that everyone would collapse; it was just a one-time excretion, so there was no need to worry about such strong sequelae.
If it really makes your legs weak, at least you can pull it three or five times in a row.
What really worries him now is that after solving the problem in his stomach, he is used to wiping with toilet paper and doesn't know how to clean up next.
First of all, we can be sure that we are all a group of greasy men, and no one will have those fragrant tissues on their body.
Then he must now make a difficult and painful choice like other netizens.
That is to say, you have to make a choice among the branches on the ground, the large leaves around you, and your own underpants, which one to use for personal cleaning.
Yang Dongli, who was really not used to the neutral state, quickly eliminated the last option.
Then, when the guy lowered his head to find a useful branch, he discovered a surprise: not far away, there was a ball of paper that had been crumpled into a ball and seemed relatively dry and clean.
Undoubtedly, this discovery can be said to have saved Yang Dongli.
He picked up the paper ball with great excitement and planned to use this new discovery to solve the problem.
But he soon realized something: Is it a bit too luxurious to use such a large piece of A4 paper by myself?
If you save a lot, at least two people can solve the problem.
You can even use such a precious thing to show your favor to a netizen you value.
For example, the leader of the fire support team, Xiaopingtou Gensin, who seems to have some fighting ability, but has a weak brain, can definitely become his trusted thug.
If that doesn't work, two netizens, Xi Ling, a former armed guard, and the Hun Master with 2.0 vision can also do it.
And the half piece of paper saved in this way is the key to taking the first step to win over.
When he thought of this, Yang Dongli carefully tore the A4 paper he had just unfolded into two neat halves along the middle.
Among them, the relatively clean half with less writing was held by him with his right hand and moved behind him; the other half with a lot of writing was going to be kept and given away.
After all, he, Lao Yang, still understood the scientific truth that wiping with newspapers frequently would easily lead to hemorrhoids.
By the way, Yang Dongli took advantage of the moonlight and began to read with some difficulty the handwriting on the half piece of paper he planned to give away.
On the one hand, it occurred to him that it was a bit unscientific for such a piece of paper, which was obviously from the modern plane, to appear here. He wanted to see what was written on it.
On the other hand, modern people are accustomed to using their mobile phones when going to the toilet.
In the current situation where there are no mobile phones, of course, if you have something on your hands, you will habitually look at it.
Looking, looking, Yang Dongli's relaxed expression turned serious.
Because this was a diagnosis report, a diagnosis report from trainee commander Hu Biao. The diagnosis result of 'late stage rabies' made him feel vaguely uncomfortable about his plan to control this team.
What! A knowledgeable commander who suffers from such a disease cannot use common sense to judge at all.
In other words, this guy is basically a big trouble like a time bomb, which will create too many unstable factors for his plans.
Thinking of this, Yang Dongli felt a little dazed.
Perhaps because he was too distracted, Yang Dongli's right hand, which instinctively held half a piece of A4 paper and wiped it, actually pierced the paper with one use.
When his fingertips pierced the paper and felt something slippery, Yang Dongli knew something was wrong.
Instinctively, he swung his right hand vigorously in front of him, trying to forcefully shake off the disgusting object stained on his fingers.
It's so damn good that I just shook it off a few times.
Because the frequency of Yang Dongli's right hand was too high, it hit the trunk of a pear tree in front of him heavily.
With their fingers connected, Yang Dongli felt a sharp pain in an instant. For this reason, he made a habitual action that he regretted, and pointed the most painful index finger into his mouth.
Such an action is completely a habit developed by humans since they were young.
Fortunately, at the moment when his finger was about to enter, Yang Dongli defeated his instinct and shut his mouth firmly.
Then, when he felt that his right hand was covering his face, the salesman became a little desperate...
Ultimately, this episode involved everyone suffering from acute diarrhea, which came and went away just as quickly.
Three minutes later, when the grove that was originally filled with the fragrance of wild pears smelled of farmyard manure, everyone returned to the same place without changing their expressions and continued to sleep.
The upcoming battle lets them know that they must recover well.
The amazing thing is that no one mentioned a word about the mass exodus just now, as if it never happened.
Therefore, no one asked at all if anyone else had accidentally not held it back and unfortunately had it in their crotch, and how to clean it.
Even Yang Dongli, who realized something, finally chose to keep his mouth shut after the words came to his lips.
Let all this, like the stench in the woods, dissipate with the night wind.
****
Regardless of whether netizens have had a good rest or not, the agreed time of 4:25 in the morning has arrived.
At this moment, there are still 7 hours and 10 minutes left before the end of the 12 hours specified in the mission. However, everyone knows that if the turret cannot be taken down by sneak attack at night, then there is no need to think about being able to complete it during the day.
Everyone knew that this operation was their only chance. After waking up under Yang Dongli's greeting, even though they were very sleepy and suffering from various physical discomforts, they still forcibly cheered up and started to gather.
After Yang Dongli emphasized the grouping and tactics again, everyone started to set off. A battle that was difficult to describe in words was about to begin...
"Fire assaulter, enter~" Yang Dongli shouted while waving the red silk shell gun in his hand.
Nowadays, the large army of netizens has sneaked to the starting position, which means they dug a 3-meter-long trench after a lot of effort.
Amid his shouts, Jason and other seven fire assaulters with shotguns took a deep breath and jumped out of the ditch first.
They formed two loose three-and-three formations that were not standard at all, and started taking action as slowly as possible.
Under the moonlight, the white bodies are quite white.
The shotguns in their hands had already been loaded with iron sand, gunpowder, ignition powder and other things.
If everything goes smoothly and they can get close to the turret and ignite the explosive package calmly, that will naturally be the situation they are most looking forward to.
The problem is that they also know that such a thing is basically impossible.
So their current plan is: once discovered by the opponents in the turret, everyone will quickly launch a charge; at the same time, the fire assault team will first open fire and spray a tube of iron sand from the barrel.
Just as Yang Dongli said at the beginning, they holding weapons like shotguns actually have the same principle as the fire assaulters in the modern army holding shotguns.
As for a weapon with the same principle, can the fired iron sand hit the target?
As soon as Jason thought about this possibility, he said two words in his heart, 'Haha~'
Following the fire assaulters were six netizens carrying a bundle of firewood behind their backs and holding broadswords in their hands. This was a hand-to-hand combat team led by Fei Falcon and Bianrou.
These people all have a unified characteristic, their bodies are relatively fat.
The main tasks they were assigned were not only to cut down the barbed wire fences with machetes and throw firewood under the gun towers.
Even if they are discovered in the process, they will throw out the hand grenades made in the border area.
They didn't naively expect to be able to blow up the turret with these two-half things, but they hoped to use the smoke and dust raised by the explosion to cover everyone's charge.
After finally rushing to close range, he used the big knife in his hand to chop off the heads of the Japanese and puppet soldiers.
Of course, the premise is that if they can have the opportunity to engage in close combat with the Japanese and traitors.
Based on the above multiple task requirements, the members of the hand-to-hand combat team need to have strong bodies and arms; but this is not possible, so they can only use fat men to push up.
It should be noted that at this time, no one among the netizens chose to make a sacrifice and take out the lighter from the corpses of the three little yellow cats.
However, I thought of an alternative method, which was to pour a horn of gunpowder on the firewood and fire a shotgun to ignite it.
Isn’t it often done this way in the plots of TV dramas?
Then, five members of the fire support team holding Hanyang-made fire support team also followed with their waists down.
Logically speaking, these people actually hid far behind and fired, suppressing the firepower in the turret; but in the minds of Xiao Pingtou Original Sin and others, there was still some pressure to do so.
They know that with their own marksmanship, the accuracy of using these old antique guns may be somewhat unsatisfactory.
Therefore, if you try to shorten the firing distance as much as possible, for example, advance to a position about 100 meters away from the turret, you will be able to complete your mission.
After Xiao Pingtou Yuan Sin and others also set off, Yang Dongli finally shouted in a low voice:
"Brothers, come with me."
After shouting, this guy took the shell gun and set off with the Hun mage and the rest.
In addition to long spears, these people also have an explosive bag and an extra-long toilet plunger-like stabbing mine in their hands. These two gadgets are also the most powerful heavy equipment they have at hand.
In this way, the netizen army with 26 people left now took action.
On the small mound behind them, Hu Biao and the sick brother Swordsman, holding spears in their hands, looked at the warriors who began to charge, and silently sent blessings to them.
God knows why? Maybe there are signs of illness.
Looking at the crowd of netizens who were setting off with their backs bent, Hu Biao softly sang a famous festive song in the modern world to express his blessings to his comrades.
Unfortunately, the wind direction was wrong, and the song drifted far away in the autumn wind in the opposite direction of the tower:
"I wish you longevity and happiness. I wish you a happy birthday. May you have this day every year..."
The sick brother Swordsman, who was inexplicably affected, would make a dubbing sound from time to time, 'Dong Dong Cong, Dong Dong Dong Cang~'
Amidst such a song that was not beautiful at all, something magical happened. The bright moonlight in the sky was suddenly obscured by a dark cloud.
In the suddenly darkening sky, the actions of netizens seemed to be harder to detect.