At that time, Hu Biao was lying on a hammock, wearing a hurdle vest, and stretched himself lazily under the rare sunshine.
Then, he picked up the Coke in a wooden barrel at hand.
The Coca-Cola in the old-fashioned glass bottle had been placed in homemade ice cubes made of saltpeter; it had been chilled for almost an hour.
So, after using my thumb to pry open the bottle cap, I drank the cold liquid in the glass bottle in one gulp.
Suddenly, Hu Biao felt an indescribable sense of relief, along with a strong sense of guilt.
Yes, that’s right! It’s a strong sense of guilt.
Especially after turning his head, Hu Biao saw his subordinates lying in a row not far away, sleeping soundly.
And at a further position, the big fool is because the cards in this hand are really good.
As a result, the white man Jack and the train driver Bazi were beaten, and they brought bombs in one spring.
Suddenly, Jack and Bazi took out a few pieces of green paper with small denominations and handed them to the big fool, making the big fool smile happily.
Hu Biao immediately felt a strong sense of guilt rising in his heart and cursed:
"What the hell! This is also called fighting..."
By the way! If you count carefully, today is already the 11th day after Hu Biao and his party participated in the Omaha Beach landing battle.
Specifically, it was June 17, 1944.
Perhaps it was on June 6 that Uncle Sam's five-star general Eisenhower said, "On the longest day," Hu Biao and the 162nd Regiment of the First Red Division to which they belonged suffered astonishing casualties.
After more new troops landed, in the following 11 days, the days of the country bumpkins of the Central Continent Team suddenly became leisurely.
They stayed in the countryside near Omaha Beach and began a period of repair.
Hu Biao and other seriously wounded soldiers only ate and slept every day, and had no combat missions at all.
So much so that after these days, Hu Biao, who was eating and drinking every day in order to speed up his recovery from his injury, felt that he had gained an extra layer of fat around his waist.
As for the other lightly wounded members of the team, their lives were much more comfortable.
Old comrades such as Po Luo and Company Commander, as well as NEO, black Chinese medicine practitioners, etc. are in the mission world and are no longer planning to hook up with lesbians. It's better.
No matter how boring I am on this day, I just made some homemade fishing rods.
Then we used earthworms as bait and fished in a relatively quiet area near the beach.
Although the daily harvest is not much, after getting it back, the cooks of Qingtian, Husky, Python and other teams can boil fish and barbecue on time, which can be regarded as improving the food to some extent.
For those who eat Spam luncheon meat every day, it also gives their mouths a change of taste.
There are seven or eight people like Da Hua, Bazi, Husky, etc., but they are not as kind as the above-mentioned old comrades.
I just used some hard paper to make many decks of playing cards, and every day I took Jack and other soldiers from D Company to play various popular poker games in the modern world.
Even Sangong and Jinhua, these games with a strong gambling nature were banned by Hu Biao's order.
But just playing upgrades, playing Landlords, running fast, etc., still makes poor Jack and others' already bankrupt economic conditions even worse.
Anyway, this morning, Hu Biao vaguely heard Jack yelling:
For him, as well as for many soldiers in Company D, the military pay for next month, the month after, and the month after that has already been paid to Da Huo and others in advance.
Good guy! This is like twenty or thirty soldiers. In the next three to five months, they will be fighting for these guys.
But the ones who really go too far are the unnamed old SPs in Team Zhongzhou.
These guys comb the short hair on their heads to the point where it is so shiny that even a fly would break his leg if it flew on it.
Then, with some cans, cigarettes, chocolates and other supplies distributed by the soldiers, they often went out in groups before dark.
In their words: How could these gentle Chinese men have any bad intentions?
It's nothing more than helping those lonely women in Normandy.
By the way, let’s discuss the academic issue of the effectiveness and quality of the balloons produced by Uncle Sam’s family during World War II.
As a result, these guys often come back very late and sleep soundly one by one during the day.
Even during this period, because of the jealousy issue, he secretly made two appointments with some soldiers of John's family, which blessed each other.
The only flaw that makes them feel is that the place they live now can only be regarded as the countryside.
These old SPs can find Yangma girls, but they are all village girls of limited quality, and their quantity is still quite limited.
Therefore, people are extremely looking forward to these things in the legendary big cities like Paris.
Even the socks, perfume, and obligatory trinkets they brought over are now carefully kept by these old SPs. They are the surefire weapons they will use to break open the other party's heart in the future.
In short, during these 11 days, everyone on the team felt unspeakably relaxed.
So many times, there is an illusion that this is completely on vacation.
And under such an illusion, the Zhongzhou team spent 11 days; by now, the injuries on the bodies of all the bloodline experts have almost completely recovered.
Among the others, even the rookie Tiedan, who was shot in the left shoulder, could hang on to one arm and go wandering with the veteran SPs.
Delo, who was only hit by a gunshot in the buttocks and had a large piece of flesh blown away, now still needs to lie down to recuperate, which means that the combat effectiveness of the Central Continent team has almost recovered again.
Therefore, Hu Biao has decided to start wandering around early tomorrow morning to see if he can trigger the second phase of this system task.
But soon, Hu Biao discovered that there was no need to do this at all...
At that time, Hu Biao was drowsy while sunbathing; suddenly, he felt that someone should be standing in front of him, completely blocking the warm sunlight.
Instinctively, Hu Biao opened his eyes.
Then, Lieutenant Dyke of Company D, the nominal boss of their Central Continent team in this mission, appeared in front of Hu Biao.
It was also because of the appearance of this guy that the originally lively camp immediately became dead silent.
Obviously, no one among the lower-level soldiers in D Company likes this annoying lieutenant.
However, facing the scene where he looked like stinky shit, Lieutenant Dyke had no consciousness at all, but spoke condescendingly to Hu Biao:
"Second Lieutenant Hu, and all the Chinese soldiers in 3rd Platoon, I have some good news to inform you.
Because the tank company directly under the regiment headquarters needs to perform a reconnaissance mission, it needs an elite infantry unit to cooperate with them.
For this reason, I recommended your 3rd platoon to the regiment headquarters, and the regiment headquarters adopted my suggestion.
Therefore, Second Lieutenant Hu, who has recently become famous in the 162nd Regiment, and the Chinese soldiers under your command, you will soon have the opportunity to continue to create new glory.
I heard that in view of the results of the last landing, the regiment headquarters plans to promote you to Second Lieutenant Hu.
If you make some more military exploits during this mission, maybe I will salute you and call you commander soon..."
On the surface, there is nothing wrong with what Lieutenant Dyke said above.
But when he spoke to this guy, the playful expression on his face and the yin and yang in his tone all made one point:
Lieutenant Dyke was deliberately looking for trouble and planned to kill Hu Biao and the others.
After hearing this, Hu Biao frowned deeply.
But before Hu Biao could say anything, the veteran oil man Jack next to him had already spoken, speaking up for the Central Continent team:
"Sir Decker, isn't this inappropriate?
In the last landing battle, we suffered so many casualties. We should have been transported back to the rear to replenish new troops and then rest for a while.
As a result, the regiment headquarters said that the transportation capacity has been tight recently, and we agreed to rest here, but according to logic, we will never continue to go on missions.
There have been so many landing troops lately, but who can I send? Why must it be the third platoon?"
The righteous words from Jack's mouth were the end, and the other white soldiers of D Company also agreed one after another.
The reason for this is that during this period of time, Hu Biao and the others became completely familiar with the grassroots soldiers of D Company, at least they were like fair-weather friends.
On the one hand, people like Hu Biao and others from the modern plane behave more confidently in front of these white men.
Far from being the same as those on the North American continent at the moment, those Chinese Americans are just submissive in front of them because the infamous "Chinese Exclusion Act" has only ended a few years ago.
In this way, these cheap guys gave Hu Biao and the others a high look, completely communicating on an equal footing.
On the other hand, these guys these days are eating delicious Chinese food, making skewers, playing cards, and even going out to pick up girls and fight with Hu Biao and the others.
Anyway, it was a good friendship.
What's more important is that these guys are all veterans and veterans. In Uncle Sam's army, these veterans don't really have much respect for their superiors.
So it is not strange to help Hu Biao and the others now and speak out truthfully.
The problem was that Lieutenant Dyke immediately felt betrayed when he saw the white soldiers under his company actually speaking for these Chinese Americans.
After he opened his mouth, he roared at Jack and the others:
"Shut up, you stupid donkey from Kansas. I am delivering orders from the regiment to these Chinese people. It is not your turn to bargain in front of me.
Now you idiots either shut up, or I ask the regiment headquarters to add you to the action force."
Amidst such roars, Jack and other old men all turned red and wisely closed their mouths.
After all, no matter what, Jack, the veteran with the highest military rank, is just a sergeant, and his status is much inferior to that of Lieutenant Dyke.
After seeing Jack and others shut up, Lieutenant Dyke turned around and spoke loudly to Hu Biao:
"Now Lieutenant Hu, you have only two choices, either accept it or reject it.
If you accept, it is best to set off immediately. According to the order from the regiment headquarters, you must report to Lieutenant Don Collier, who is directly under the tank company, before 3 o'clock in the afternoon.
If you refuse, I don't mind notifying the military police immediately and letting them have a good chat with you."
There was no argument, and no harsh words were said in public.
Hu Biao just said lightly to Lieutenant Dyke: "I choose to set off immediately. I believe that not long after, you will call me sir and salute me at the same time."
After saying that, Hu Biao yelled at the old SPs who were still lying on the hammocks at this time:
"D Company 3rd Platoon, assemble immediately..."
*******
30 minutes later, on a dirt road in Normandy.
All members of the Zhongzhou Team, a group of 41 people, appeared here one by one, leaning on the soles of their feet on the roadside and walking all the way.
Even De Luo's butt injury has not healed. It is said that if he moves a little more vigorously, he may be able to break away from the wound.
They were all carried away on a simple stretcher by two rookies, Lao Hei and King Kong.
Originally, De Luo and Tiedan were far from recovered from their injuries, so they could now stay in the field hospital.
However, I thought that with the urinary nature that the system has always shown, there is a very high probability that the second phase of the mission will be triggered in this operation.
Worried that due to the restriction of the activity area, he might be directly wiped out, Hu Biao could only take these two wounded people with him.
As they moved forward, from time to time, speeding jeeps, trucks, or tanks and armored vehicles passed by them.
The swirling dust and the laughter from the soldiers on the car made many members of the team look a bit bad.
The reason was simple. Faced with Hu Biao's request to get a car to take them to the regiment headquarters, Lieutenant Dyke said it was impossible because there was not enough fuel.
Such a statement is completely nonsense.
Because in the previous 11 days, because so many soldiers gathered in such a small place, without enough firewood, Hu Biao and the others burned gasoline directly to make fires for warmth at night.
So it's nonsense to say that the soldiers are short of fuel; it's just Lieutenant Dyke who is causing trouble for them.
After spitting out a mouthful of sand with a sound of "Bah~", the translator complained to Hu Biao: "Old Hu, why is your pack of sand cigarettes useless?
Or is it that Deke’s grandson is so tough that even sand and smoke can’t kill him?”
After hearing this, Hu Biao smiled bitterly.
Indeed! That pack of sand cigarettes has been stuffed into Lieutenant Dyke for 11 days. It is estimated that they have been smoked out by the other party by now, but this bug-like thing is still alive and well.
If I had known this earlier, I might as well have found an opportunity earlier to hit this guy with a sap and knock him silly.
But if you think about it carefully, it is normal to have no effect.
Because if the sand smoke is really so easy to use, wouldn't it be equivalent to a weapon of karma and commandment? In the future, if any opponent who can't defeat it secretly sends this thing over, it will be like killing people invisibly?
So such a pack of sand smoke, which is equivalent to a discipline weapon, is comparable to the golden props of the system. How many system points is this thing worth?
With such an idea, Hu Biao laughed and cursed:
"It was just a coincidence before. How could there be so many good things? Stop talking nonsense, everyone, speed up. There are still about 2 kilometers to go. Don't be late..."
What Hu Biao didn't know was that at the same time, a magical thing happened.
A few kilometers behind them, there was a small soil slope more than 20 meters high.
At the top of the small slope, Lieutenant Dyke put down the telescope in his hand with satisfaction after realizing that there were no longer three rows of those hateful Chinese figures in his sight.
According to the intelligence he received, there are still a large number of German troops in the entire Normandy area.
The dispatch of such a small force represents a huge danger. It can be said that these Chinese people have a high chance of not coming back.
Then, with a very happy mood, Lieutenant Dyke walked down to the bottom of the small slope.
Perhaps because he was too happy, he completely forgot to look at his feet as he walked down. As a result, he tripped over a wooden stick and rolled down all the way.
Logically speaking, no one would die if he rolled down from such a small height.
Unfortunately, in today's relatively hot weather, Lieutenant Dyke, thinking that he was still in a safe zone, did not put on his M1 helmet at all.
Suddenly, in the process, his head hit a big rock hard.
In the blink of an eye, the lieutenant fainted with a big hole in his head.
Such an unexpected scene made Jack and the others, who were standing together on the slope to see Hu Biao and others off, look dumbfounded on the spot.
By the time they reacted, the unlucky Lieutenant Decker had already shed a lot of blood.
After reacting, Jack, an old man, immediately shouted in an exaggerated voice: "Lieutenant Decker, what's wrong with you? You must resist, I will call the medics for you right away."
As he spoke, the movement of his feet was as leisurely and slow as an old lady taking a walk.
Even when he passed by Lieutenant Dyke, he didn't forget to take out a pack of sand cigarettes from his pocket.
He opened it and took a look, and found that there seemed to be about a dozen sticks in it, so he stuffed it into his pocket without hesitation, and then walked in the opposite direction to where the medics were in his memory.
10 Minutes later, a medical soldier opened Lieutenant Dyke's eyes and looked at the dilated pupils.
With a lot of regret in his mouth, he said to Jack and others who looked in pain: "Please forgive me, Lieutenant Dyke is dead..."