"System, please open that bronze treasure box." Hu Biao muttered this sentence.
With such a murmur, the system that had been pretending to be dead for a long time reacted again, and another slight spatial distortion occurred in front of everyone's eyes.
Then there was a soft sound of "clang~", and a bronze box with a simple shape, which could hold at least a 50 kilogram bag of urea, magically appeared in front of everyone's eyes.
Without Hu Biao having to do anything himself, the lid of the box opened spontaneously.
Unfortunately, there was no golden light flashing in the box, and from a distance it seemed like there was nothing inside.
That is to say, everyone stretched their necks and leaned forward, and then they saw the bottom of one of the boss's boxes, which contained only a thread-bound white paper.
Compared with Yang Dongli and others, who were speechless after seeing the white paper, Hu Biao's eyes lit up.
Because on the cover of that white paper, there is a line of words "Basic Pistol Use Proficiency"; as the name suggests! This thing seems to match his original "Big Red Nine" C96 military shell gun...
When a round of sunshine shone on everyone and they felt the warm autumn sun rising, Hu Biao and others had already completed counting all the loot.
The so-called trophies are of course things that are attractive to modern people like them.
A list of a lot of broken trophies probably looks like this:
A copy of "Basic Pistol Mastery", an original C96 rifle, a telescope, a crooked light machine gun, a lieutenant's command knife, a Southern Type 14 pistol, a grenade launcher, and a camera.
There are 6 38 rifles, 5 Hanyang-made rifles, 3 Liao-13 rifles produced in Fengtian, 2 medium-sized rifles, 27 melon hand grenades, and bullets of 7.92 and 6.5 mm calibers, which add up to a total of
More than 1,200 rounds.
On the contrary, the Dahongjiu special 9mm pistol cartridge that Hu Biao is most concerned about has only a small number of 47 rounds.
In addition, there are 161 Yuan Datou, a small stack of French currency and central bank rolls, women's gold rings and gold necklaces all added up to a small bag, and an island country mechanical watch of an unrecognizable brand.
It should be noted that there were some faint blood stains on those gold jewelry, which were obviously stolen by the Japanese.
There are also 39 packs of Asahi brand cigarettes and 7 packs of Xiaodao brand cigarettes, a considerable part of which have been opened and smoked.
But everyone who wanted to take him back to show off obviously didn't suspect this at all.
Regardless of whether they smoked or not, after one of them lit one, they did not dislike the tobacco they had in their mouth. They seemed to feel great.
Finally, there were fish, pork, and canned red beans and rice, a total of 23 pieces. Unfortunately, there was no canned Japanese beef among the legendary and famous ones, even Li Yunlong’s favorite, which made everyone a little disappointed.
As well as a small number of Type 95 gas masks, Type 90 steel helmets, a slightly larger number of 30-year-old ammunition boxes, water bottles and other Japanese standard individual equipment.
The above are trophies that everyone can see and consider valuable.
At least it's something you can use to show off after you bring it back.
As for those Japanese military uniforms, millet, white noodles, iron catalpas, etc., they were abandoned directly because you could buy better ones by just spending a little money on some treasure in the modern plane.
After the statistical list came out, Hu Biao looked at the pile of things in front of him and became worried.
In fact, these netizens were quite generous, saying that he could choose first and take as much as he could.
Mainly, these weapons and equipment should be of great use for his next unknown mission.
But he couldn't carry that much by himself. He only had a few 38-guns on his back, a crooked machine gun, and a grenade launcher, so he couldn't carry many other things.
After realizing this, the guy asked the system again:
"System, do you have something like system space? That means you store the equipment there when it's not in use, and take it out when you need it."
I have to say that Hu Biao thought the system very well.
Soon after, the system's ruthless answer appeared:
"Not at this stage! If you want to take all the loot back, you must carry it with you; and if any problems occur in reality, the system will not bear any responsibility."
As soon as these words came out, Hu Biao suddenly lost interest.
Then the group of them began to distribute the spoils.
Considering that all these netizens had given away the profits, Hu Biao decided that he could divide the other spoils a little less, or even not at all.
At the same time, the objects participating in the allocation here mainly refer to the lucky netizens who are alive.
Because although the unlucky ones who died can be resurrected later, they can't bring anything back with them.
Therefore, as a trainee commander, Hu Biao was assigned the book "Primary Pistol Use Mastery", a samurai sword and a rifle, and 47 rounds of 9mm pistol bullets.
A grenade launcher, and 10 small melon grenades used as ammunition.
Even the crooked machine gun and the 300 rounds of ammunition were his.
All of the above were added together. Hu Biao tried it at that time and found that it was almost the limit of what his body, which had not exercised for several years, could carry.
As for the remaining equipment, it was almost equally distributed by others.
During the process, except for the division of Yuan Datou and gold jewelry, where everyone had a little argument, the distribution of other spoils was relatively harmonious.
The main reason is that until now, they have not decided whether to bring various weapons back.
After all, in the modern dimension, taking these things back might cause big trouble.
As for the batch of equipment given by the system, because the system had already stated that it could not be brought back to the modern plane, they were instantly thrown all over the floor.
Just like that, after the spoils were distributed like pork.
He had a shell gun on his waist, a samurai sword hanging on his waist, a telescope hanging on his neck, a rucksack full of bullets, a rifle and a grenade behind his back, and Hu Biao with a crooked handle in his arms.
He asked the others: "It's getting late, otherwise we would just disperse. Anyway, thank you for your help this time."
Under such a suggestion, everyone unanimously agreed.
"I want it. I've been starving to death for a long time. After I get back, I want to make some noodles and open this little devil's canned pork to eat. I heard it tastes pretty good~"
"I have to go to work tomorrow. I'm exhausted from all this work. Go back and hurry up and get some sleep. From now on, you guys will never see each other again~"
Only the sick brother Swordsman put forward different opinions.
He held up the old antique camera in his hand that should have been produced by the island country during World War II and was only known to be the 'Olympic brand', and loudly suggested:
"Why don't you all wait a moment? Since we have encountered such a rare encounter and experience, why not let everyone take a group photo together.
Forget it if I don’t have a chance in the future. If I really get a chance, I’ll send you the photos. That’s just a thought, isn’t it?”
Upon hearing this, everyone agreed.
So, against the background of the burned-out turrets and the corpses of Japanese soldiers scattered on the ground, a group of surviving netizens held various weapons and tried their best to make a mighty gesture.
Even Original Sin gritted his teeth and stood up, holding a 38-gadget and making a scissor hand.
Even the netizens who died in the battle were carried over and arranged neatly in front of them.
The only pity is that they did not find a water source nearby. Each of these gentlemen's bodies were covered in mud, sand and blood, and their faces were even as black as coal diggers.
In the end, the old antique camera in the hands of the sick man was fixed with several crossed spear poles, and he took a picture like this...
The last group photo was taken, and everything seemed to be over for this mission.
"System, let us return to the modern plane and resurrect all the netizens who died in the battle." Hu Biao said lightly.
Then he could feel a distortion of space before he and a group of people appeared in a long space-time passage.
Among the crowds on the left and right were not only the surviving personnel, but also the netizens who died in the battle were resurrected one by one; as expected, the wounded were completely healed one by one.
Unfortunately, this recovery only reaches the state before the summons.
Netizens reported other symptoms, such as hemorrhoids, prostatitis, weak waist and other symptoms, as well as the wound stitches on the patient's body. They were what they were before and are still how they are now.
In the passage, no one moved their feet, but the whole person was floating towards the end of the space-time passage.
I thought that when they drifted to the end of the passage, it would be time to return to the modern world.
On both sides of the time and space channel, scenes after scenes flashed quickly. When they saw such scenes, an indescribable realization suddenly rose in everyone's hearts.
For example: in the original historical line, the district team responsible for carrying a rabbit at the gun tower pushed a wheelbarrow covered with water-stained quilts and charged towards the gun tower.
After a fierce battle, these peasants, who were illiterate and had probably never left the county in their lives, finally destroyed such a blockhouse with an astonishing 85% battle damage.
After such a task was completed by Hu Biao and other netizens, all members of the district team naturally survived.
It is said that "a butterfly flapping its wings in South America can cause a tornado in North America." How could such 20 living beings survive without having some impact on the subsequent world?
So, the mission ended almost 80 years later.
The descendant of one of the district team members, the grandson of one of the illiterate farmers, is already an internationally renowned medical research expert.
Under his leadership, a new drug for SMA disease, spinal muscular atrophy, was successfully developed.
Before this, the price of one injection of a specific drug for treating SMA was 700,000 Chinese national dollars.
And when this new domestic drug with better effects comes out, the sales price of Guojia in other countries may not be so beautiful, but at least in China after medical insurance reimbursement, the cost for Chinese patients will drop to 200 yuan.
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As a result, the fate of at least 30,000 Chinese infants and young children under the age of 2, as well as their families, has been completely different.
After realizing this, the big greasy men opened their mouths for a long time.
Even if this amazing change has not been confirmed by them personally, they can basically confirm that this thing is true.
Otherwise? The system boss is too busy to tease these greasy old men?
It was only at this moment that they realized that their efforts had played such a big role. Although they had no way to tell them, no one would believe them even if they told them.
But for a while, the original firm plan began to waver in the hearts of countless people.
Especially when innocent and cute children's smiling faces flashed quickly in front of their eyes on the walls of the very close space-time passage.
These rough guys have a sense that no one knows your name, but your achievements will last forever.
This makes these people in the real society, such as the fat house just waiting to die, the greasy man who lives a mediocre and busy life, the little Huangmao who lives in the society, have some different thoughts in their hearts.
In this thought, they unconsciously put away their beer bellies and puffed up their chests...