On August 5th, at 1:07 noon, there were still almost 59 hours until the second phase of the mission ended.
In such a hottest time of the day, the temperature reached as high as 389 degrees.
The two warring parties in Xinshi Street began a short truce in a tacit understanding; they all stayed in the areas under their respective control to avoid the deadly high temperature during this period.
Of course, just the threat of high temperatures will not make both parties stop.
They are not those strawberry soldiers from later generations who are said to suffer from heat stroke when the temperature exceeds 33 degrees Celsius and cannot even perform drills, let alone fight.
In fact, the main reason is that the fierce fighting between the two sides on the battlefield and the never-ending sniping at each other made it impossible for both sides to collect the corpses of their own people.
So much so that on such a battlefield, there were corpses of those killed by both sides everywhere.
These corpses were already rotting and stinking rapidly under the high temperature. If they continued to fight against the high temperature under such circumstances, the remaining living people would only die faster.
Therefore, for the Zhongzhou team and others who can barely hold on during the daytime, this is somewhat good news...
There was a sound of ‘hiss~’.
Leaning against a broken wall, Po Luo instinctively licked the corner of his mouth due to his dry mouth. He was immediately so painful that he couldn't help but twist his mouth.
What! Po Luo’s mouth is not injured.
Ever since he was injured in the battle at Bajia Ridge, this PLA veteran's mentality and psychological quality began to improve dramatically.
Not only the experiences in the past military service were recalled one by one.
It is in such actual combat that he constantly improves himself; like a piece of stubborn iron, the impurities are removed under the constant beating of a sledgehammer, and it becomes harder.
Coupled with a little bit of good luck, now he only suffered a large scratch on his lower abdomen, so the situation in the team is already considered good.
It's just that he was so thankful that he didn't eat any vegetables in the store, so his mouth had already opened a lot of big gashes.
Usually just a slight touch will cause severe pain.
Let’s be honest! Today’s Poluo doesn’t ask God to open his eyes and give him a big watermelon or a bunch of fresh leafy vegetables.
Even if he were to return to the modern dimension now, he would be able to eat half of the green belt in the community without having to dip it in Northeastern sauce.
Taking advantage of such a rare truce period, in the midst of great mental exhaustion, Po Luo closed his eyes unknowingly; just as he was dreaming, he dreamed that there were fruits and vegetables in front of him.
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Suddenly, a burst of rapid footsteps and cheers came to his ears, which woke up Po Luo, who was now a little nervous.
When he opened his eyes, he could see the rookie Da Hua, who was also summoned this time, running towards him with his waist up and a happy expression on his face.
After running closer, he said to him: "Don't sleep on me, we are more prosperous this time."
Wasn't that boy AT just now sent out by Hu Biao to investigate the enemy's situation? As a result, that boy was lucky enough to find a small vegetable patch that was suppressed by collapsed wooden boards in the ruins, and ended up picking a bunch of melons.
The food is back.
Because the quantity is limited, two people can only share one dish, so I thought we could eat one together."
Just hearing the word "guacai" made Po Luo's mouth full of saliva, and he couldn't help but fill his entire mouth.
Damn it! At this moment in time, not to mention two people eating the same dish, just having a bite of it is great.
"Hurry up and eat it. I'm even dreaming about it now."
While swallowing hard, Poluo couldn't wait to shout.
Under Po Luo's urging, the big liar took out his right hand that had been hidden under his clothes like a treasure, and then revealed a green, 15 cm long, 4 cm diameter bitter melon.
Yes, that's right, it's a bitter melon.
However, I know that if this thing is not blanched, it will be very painful to eat it raw, but the green color is tempting.
This old comrade who was born in the 1970s couldn't help but spit out the saliva dripping from his chin.
In the following time, such a bitter melon was cut into two halves as fairly as possible.
After picking up half of it, Poluo carefully took a small bite. The bitter taste in his mouth made him almost spit it out.
Just thinking about how hard-won this thing was and the huge benefits of eating it, Poluo swallowed it hard.
Not to mention! After the bitter taste has passed, there is still a hint of sweetness; this is really a rare experience for this old man born in the 70s...
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In this way, the broken gong dried half of the bitter melon bit by bit, and even the juice and seeds inside were not left.
Finally, after he licked the juice on his fingers, although his mouth was bitter, he actually found that he still had some unfinished thoughts.
And the situation of breaking the gong is definitely not a special case.
To be precise, the surviving personnel of the entire position should be doing the same thing now. Everyone has never thought that bitter melon is so delicious when eaten raw. It can even be described as delicious.
At the same time, I don’t know if it was because I ate half of a precious bitter melon under such extremely difficult circumstances.
An illusion appeared in front of Poluo's eyes, which made him feel a lot cooler. At the same time, an even more magical thing happened.
That was when a piece of green mist, the bitter melon green kind, appeared on the position in front of me.
Then, Hu Biao rang out a sentence like thunder, which made Po Luo immediately realize that this was not an illusion, but something that could kill someone.
"Damn it! The wind is blowing, and the direction of the wind is towards us. Everyone wear masks immediately, the devils are releasing poison gas~"
At such a shout, Poluo reacted and quickly took out a gas mask from a small bag hanging on his butt, and put it on awkwardly.
Immediately it became difficult to see in front of him and breathe.
He raised his hand and was met with a flurry of bullets, after killing a Japanese soldier who also wore a gas mask.
Facing the Japs' poisonous gas, the only thing Hu Biao was thankful for was that because so many of the defenders died in the battle, gas masks, which were once considered rare, were now available on the battlefield for more than one person...
The green poison gas used by the devils should be the legendary "green cross gas", which is a mixture of chloropicrin and phosgene.
This stuff is a suffocating poisonous gas, so as long as you wear a gas mask, you'll be fine.
Of course, after wearing a bulky mask, the activities were far from smooth as usual.
Because, when the firepower on the position broke out one by one, more than a hundred Japs wearing gas masks and having difficulty moving, thought that all the defenders on the position were lying on the ground.
As if they were being targeted, they were easily killed by the defenders.
After leaving about seventy or eighty corpses behind, the Japanese retreated in embarrassment once again, seeing that they had stolen the chicken but lost the rice.
Coincidentally, another strong gust of wind blew, quickly blowing away the green mist that filled the position.
Just when Po Luo was wondering if he could take off the gas mask that was in the way because his chest and abdomen were so tight, Fei Falcon had already taken off the gas mask from his face.
Then with a sound of "Wow~", he vomited like a roar.
Looking at the bitter melons mixed with his vomit on the floor, Poluo immediately thought of the adjective 'huge loss'.
Obviously, Fei Falcon himself thinks so about the 'huge loss'.
So with the huge anger in his heart, this guy stood up from the trench, picked up an MG42 in his hand, and started shooting wildly at the Japanese who were still retreating.
Under his shooting, several Japanese were immediately put to the ground.
The problem was that before Xu Feng could see what was going on, he could pull down this man seeking death, and there was already a bullet hole in Fei Falcon's forehead.
Even if the Japanese sniper who was ambushing was killed by the warehouse manager in the blink of an eye, the Zhongzhou team is now down to one more member.
Then, Poluo could hear Hu Biao's helpless roll call: "Poluo! This MG42 is yours for the time being. Let the big fool be your assistant shooter~"