"What are you all doing here? I wonder if the battle is not over yet, and our army's glorious tradition of taking credit for all its captures has been forgotten by you?
Everyone, listen up. Except for weapons, ammunition and equipment, the other trophies will be handed over to the swordsmen for safekeeping first, and will be distributed fairly after the battle. The remaining people will follow my orders and get rid of these grandsons upstairs first."
With a cigarette lighter in his mouth, Hu Biao began to curse at netizens.
The amazing thing is that such scolding made everything that followed become more orderly.
Netizens carrying long rifles behind them and armed belts on their beer bellies, under the command of Hu Biao, piled several bundles of firewood that they had successfully brought over at the bottom of the wooden stairs.
He also piled a lot of rickety wood on the first floor, namely bed boards, cabinets and other items, under the stairs.
He even poured a tin bucket of kerosene for lighting and a can of vegetable oil for cooking on the wood in the corner, ready for some activities at any time.
As for going to work outside the blockhouse and seeing if there is any rescue possible from the netizens who rushed to the street, it is better to wait for a while.
After all, what if the Japs and puppet troops upstairs get lost in thinking and open fire again? It is better to wait until the trainee commander has dealt with the remaining enemies.
In fact, many netizens are obviously overly worried about the above concerns.
When the strong smell of kerosene spread and spread upstairs, there were obviously more restless footsteps and the sounds of fierce arguments upstairs.
Hu Biao sucked hard in his mouth and immediately burned half of the sand in his hand.
When a puff of smoke came out of my nostrils, I felt that my nervousness was much relieved.
After blowing out the long smoke, he opened his mouth again and shouted to the roof:
"Listen to those bitches and traitors upstairs, I'm counting down to the last few dozen. If you don't do what we say, then we will light a fire; ten, nine, eight, seven~"
When Hu Biao counted to five, the noise coming from the top of the building became louder.
The sound of fierce fighting and the angry shouts of the Japanese could be heard all the time.
Finally, when everything calmed down, the bodies of the two Japanese soldiers were thrown down first, followed by a crooked machine gun and grenade launchers, as well as five or six rifles.
A puppet soldier with a Hebei accent came a little further upstairs, holding his bleeding head.
He begged for mercy: "I don't know which department is the commander below? We have complied with all your requests now. We don't have any weapons on hand at all. Please don't light a fire."
After the voice finished speaking, Hu Biao threw the sandy cigarette butt in his hand towards the pile of firewood.
Yes, that's right! Hu Biao seemed to have made a mistake. He had no intention of keeping his promise. However, Hu Biao did not feel ashamed at all regarding this point.
He has no intention of being reasonable and honest towards these traitors.
What's embarrassing is that when the cigarette butt was thrown on the firewood soaked in kerosene, it was extinguished with a 'bang~' sound and failed to burn at all.
Hu Biao, who was very embarrassed, threw a burning log in annoyance, and then the raging fire started. Before the fire spread, Hu Biao took the lead and walked out of the blockhouse.
At this time, they no longer have to worry about attacks from above...
After realizing that they had been deceived, the puppet soldiers on the turret began to curse; however, under the threat of fire and smoke, they jumped off the turret one by one.
However, the ground of a 10-meter-high building is still mud that has not been hardened, so it is unlikely that they would fall to death.
However, after each puppet soldier fell to the ground, due to the huge impact and other reasons, it was unavoidable to end up lying on the ground unable to move for a long time.
Without Hu Biao's orders, Yang Dongli gritted his teeth and picked up a Sanba Gaigai with a bayonet. He stepped forward one by one and stabbed him with the bayonet.
When the last puppet soldier let out a scream.
Suddenly, in the minds of the netizens who were lucky enough to survive, at the same time, that indescribable mechanical voice sounded:
"Congratulations everyone! This trial mission has been officially completed. The specific evaluation and settlement are in progress. Later, the commander can resurrect netizens and return to the modern plane."
After hearing this voice, all the embarrassed netizens couldn't help but burst into tears.
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Counting Hu Biao, there were a total of 31 personnel on this mission; excluding the three little Huang Mao who were killed at the beginning, there were a total of 28 personnel who actually participated in the war.
In the end, only about half of the 28 people who participated in the mission survived.
The reason why they said it was almost the same was that in addition to the 13 people who successfully rushed into the gun tower, they also discovered that 3 more people were not dead during the subsequent cleaning of the battlefield.
For example, after being shot in the neck, the netizen shouted "Help", but in fact his neck was just scratched by the bullet.
I thought that as long as the mission was completed, since the personnel who died in the battle could be resurrected, then all the scratches could be restored.
After counting the number of opponents killed, there were a total of 7 serious Japs and 11 puppet soldiers.
Regarding such a victory, everyone is not sure how it will be evaluated by the system and what kind of reward it will receive in the end.
They happened to think of the relevant plots they had seen in online articles. These people are now looking forward to the system's awesome rewards.
In short, in the following time, everyone was a little confused.
Therefore, no one else noticed that their trainee commander, Mr. Hu Biao, actually had an unnatural expression on his face when the system talked about 'related rewards', as if he had a guilty conscience.
In this way, the group of people continued to clean the battlefield and waited for about 10 minutes.
In everyone's minds, the mechanical sound finally rang again; I wonder if it was the reason why such a group of rookies actually completed such a difficult task.
Everyone vaguely felt that the explanation of this mechanical sound seemed to be more detailed:
"The evaluation and evaluation of this task are completed, and the final system evaluation is C2.
The system evaluation is divided into 6 major levels from highest to lowest, including S, A, B, C, D, and E. Each major level is divided into smaller levels such as 1 to 5. Each evaluation level is different, and the corresponding rewards are
It’s also different.”
After hearing such a comment for the first time, the survivors still felt a little bit lucky in their hearts.
In the past, these guys who felt that they were awesome would still think that the system must give at least an A-level rating to correspond to their unique temperament.
But after experiencing the cruelty of the mission, they were very satisfied with the score of C2.
Even briefly recalling the difficulties in the process, they all felt moved to tears. They felt that everything was not easy.
However, when the system continued to speak and revealed the details of the rewards actually distributed to them, these guys exploded one by one:
"The mission rewards have begun to be distributed. Based on the system's team combat concept of 'all seizures are credited and distributed by the commander', the mission reward system points are 300 points, which will be distributed first to the trainee commanders and then uniformly distributed by them.
A bronze treasure chest will be awarded, and only the trainee commander himself has the right to open it for lottery.
Starting immediately, the system exchange mall is now officially open, and the above system points can be transferred to each other within the team and consumed in the mall."
After listening to the above content, the surviving netizens just felt a little uncomfortable.
Bronze treasure chests, lottery and so on, just a C2 mission completion level is enough to get such a low-level treasure chest.
The main reason is that the reward of 300 points per person is reduced, and each person is only awarded a mere 10 system points, which sounds like a little less.
Even if they reach this time, they are still not sure about the exchange prices of various items in the system mall.
Theoretically speaking, it is hard to say that the exchange price for items in the system mall may be very low.
As for whether Hu Biao, the trainee commander, would monopolize all the system points by himself, no one cared about the worry of not allocating them to them.
You're kidding! If Hu Biao really dares to do this, believe it or not, so many people will survive and even the shit will be beaten by him.
Instinctively, Yang Dongli and many other netizens with smarter brains muttered silently in their hearts:
"System, open the mall immediately~"
Immediately, a virtual interface appeared in their minds; Yang Dongli clearly noticed that the interface was divided into two major categories: fantasy and technology.
As a materialist, he immediately clicked on the technology classification with his mind.
Then, the pattern in front of me switched rapidly, and different categories such as super technology, current mainstream technology, backward and obsolete technology appeared.
Purely out of a fresh idea, Yang Dongli clicked into the Super Technology interface first.
Then at the first moment, he saw a space battleship full of technology. Yang Dongli glanced at it and said silently:
"Sorry system, I'm the one who disturbed you~"
The main thing is that the equipment of this ship is marked as 'Pangu II Star Destroyer', and there is a series of frightening redemption points below it, which can make people despair.
Thinking about the ridiculous number of points assigned to him, which was only 10 points, Yang Dongli was not even interested in counting how many zeros there were in that string of numbers.