Chapter 287 The first test of the rookies (4) [For Xufeng 6/10]
After a total of about 10 minutes, when the flares in the sky were extinguished, the flashlight had to be lit up.
On a ground stained with blood, I picked up a special bullet for this type of submachine gun, 8*22mm.
Such a battlefield cleaning operation is not friendly enough for the rookies, and now it is finally over.
During the period, the fake foreign devil Jason and others who were on guard did not find any follow-up troops of the attack.
Let such an indescribable quietness in the wilderness, especially under the starry sky, time has frozen.
It seems that the Japanese's operation troops this time are just a small team.
But Hu Biao and the others knew that the previous battle was just an appetizer; because tonight was dawn on the 26th, and the system mission required them to persevere until midnight on the 29th.
There are nearly 70 hours left, and there will be countless hard battles waiting for them.
Of course, the above worries are something that Hu Biao, a Zhongzhou team loses its head, and a group of old birds need to worry about.
For the five novices including Po Luo, who are struggling in the flesh and blood mill.
When he heard Xu Feng's mouth, he said, "I'm done, I'll finish work and return to the position."
What a guy! One of them is counted as one, and they all hurried back to the position with a bunch of pieces of things, trying to escape from such a ghost place as soon as possible.
The only rookie who looks a little more decent is Shi Polu.
The reason for this is that I have to thank this guy for his identity as A Sui R in Bingcheng Community.
Although it is difficult for the community A Lie R to come into contact with any large-scale murders and horror scenes, this thing depends on personal luck.
During the life of Ishi Polu, it was also because of a vicious incident in his jurisdiction that he was fortunate and unfortunate to witness such a scene.
Even though the scene that Shi Polu had seen last time was much worse than the current scene, he still had some foundation.
Or rather, it was Shi Polu who forcibly resisted the tumbling in his chest and abdomen because of his personal stubbornness, and he completed the work of cleaning the battlefield well, and did not make a fool of himself on the spot.
Even when the other rookies hurried back to the position, his one was walking back at a normal speed and lit a cigarette seized by the "Golden Rooster".
I took a slight slight sip and immediately I saw a mouthful of tobacco.
However, as long as he pretended to be a one-sided person, he would be very good at playing cards.
By the way! In the eyes of Hu Biao and his group of old birds, although the five rookies who followed them to fight on Bajialing were vomiting so much that the expression on their little faces was also called miserable.
But as long as you don’t let the trouble on the spot, you can persist in completing the task. This performance is quite satisfying to them.
Of course, there is an old saying that goes, called shooting iron while it is hot.
In order to help these rookies as soon as possible and grow up as soon as possible, Hu Biao has a huge sense of responsibility in his heart, letting him know that what he has done above is not enough and he needs to make more noise.
So, when Shi Polu was walking at the last place with a cigarette in his mouth, he also returned to the position.
Hu Biao greeted warmly: "Thank you all for the hard work of the new brothers. Everyone should put down the things in their hands and come over."
After hearing this, Shi Polu felt a little warmth when he looked at the enthusiastic smile on Hu Biao's face.
I even understood and thought that although Hu Biao and the others did this, they were actually for their own good.
After all, in this battlefield where there is no humanity, if they have this and that kind of concern, they might die faster.
Only strong people who have broken all pretentiousness are qualified to survive on the battlefield.
The problem was that soon after, he didn't think so at all.
Because after Hu Biao summoned the five of them, he said with a smile:
"This kind of thing is just not used to it just now, and it's just like that when I do it a few more times. Don't look at these guys who are as arrogant as 20,000 or 50,000, they were so scared that they were all so scared that they were not as good as those of them.
You are decent."
If I only heard this, Hu Biao could be considered a personal person, and even said to be a good person.
But immediately afterwards, the guy added, "I'm so hungry after working hard, right? Have some food soon." Even Shi Polu, who had always performed well, vomited it out on the spot.
Because Hu Biao used a sharp dagger to open a box of canned Pasme lunch meat.
Under the moonlight above their heads, the pink canned Pasme lunch meat instantly made all their bad memories appear clearly before their eyes.
What a good guy! Even Shi Polu couldn't stand it at this moment.
While Po Luo and the others were vomiting again, everything that was churning out of his stomach was gushing out with the cigarettes at the corner of his mouth.
At almost the same time, huge laughter came from the mouths of the old birds, as if they had been holding it in for a long time.
And at this moment, Hu Biao's voice sounded again, so cold and ruthless:
"The ambition is to eat the meat of the barbarians in hunger, and laugh at the thirst and drink the blood of the Huns!
Do you really think that system tasks are just like playing house games? Don’t be so naive. If you want to survive, go back to see your family alive, don’t treat yourself as an individual in front of the Japanese.
So I have to ask myself if I am a man with a handful. Now everyone has a box of lunch meat, and I will eat him clean, without leaving any left."
Under the cold sound in Hu Biao's mouth, he had already vomited several times in a row.
Nowadays, a man born in the 1970s who doesn’t even vomit much jaundice water, first of all, forced himself to hold back the urge to continue vomiting.
I thought of the retired old father at home, his wife who always chattered, his two little cotton-padded daughters, and of course the hatred of the Chinese people in the blood of the Japanese.
There is still something else, and I am angry with Hu Biao and other grandsons of the Zhongzhou team.
Po Luo suddenly straightened his waist and snatched the box of red canned lunches in Hu Biao's hand.
After placing a large piece with my fingers, I put it in my mouth, chewed it a little, and swallowed it in my throat.
Perhaps because of the excitement at that time, the lunch meat in Poluo's mouth became slightly larger.
So it was difficult for him to swallow, but no matter what, he still swallowed his stomach; then Polu put his hand into the can box and locked up a piece again.
The other four novices, including ashtray, Chinese characters, Feng and Shi Polu, only moved slightly slower than Polu.
After forcibly stopping their overwhelming vomiting, they tried hard to straighten their backs and straighten their chests.
By the way, I wiped the snot bubbles hanging on my lips with my sleeve.
They all found a canned Pasme lunch head from a bag on the side, cut it open with one knife, inserted it and stuffed it into their mouths.
In this way, when Po Luo took the lead in eating a can of lunch meat with an indescribable anger in his heart.
A cheer sounded in his ears: "Okay! You're a man, come and have a sip."
It was Hu Biao who was applauding and handed over a green kettle from the Japanese; after taking it, he poured a large mouthful of the broken gong into his mouth.
Suddenly, under the stimulation of an extremely rich alcohol, his blood seemed to be about to burn at this moment.
After two almost ignited breaths were sprayed out from the nostrils, Poluo cursed angrily: "What kind of wine is like drinking alcohol."
"Yes, this thing is alcohol mixed with water, but it doesn't taste strong enough. This is what the man should drink."
AT, a man with fair skin and a very fair face, appeared at some point. While saying this, he took over the kettle in his hand.
Then he raised his slender neck and sucked a big mouthful into his throat.
Then, as if passing, stuffed this kettle into the ashtray where I had just finished a box of lunch meat.
In his instinct, the ashtray also made me feel so big, and under the stimulation of such a thing, he started coughing wildly.
But after coughing, he felt that everything in front of him seemed nothing.