With a sound of "Pa~", Po Luo slapped himself hard on the face.
What a guy! That solid voice can be said to hurt just looking at it.
In response to such a scene of self-abuse like Po Luo, Uncle Chu, who was sitting across from him with a bowl of broth in his hand, didn't even bother to raise his eyelids.
By the way! After a long and intense forced march, everyone finally arrived at their destination.
Now, the most urgent thing for all of them, including the volunteer soldiers, is not to eat something quickly to fill their stomachs.
Instead, let them fall down on the spot so that they can have a good sleep, even if it is only for an hour or half an hour.
In comparison, the frostbite on the face, hands and feet, and the hungry stomach all became unimportant.
Even the food in their bowls at the moment, this kind of broth that uses a lot of canned Spam luncheon meat, plus some canned beef, and some spicy cabbage, is considered a meat dish.
In the past, people who had not eaten meat for a long time could only dream about it.
The problem is, in at most ten minutes, the leading troops of the soldiers will arrive here, so there will be no time for you to get some sleep.
So, this is a way of slapping yourself constantly and using severe pain to wake yourself up.
Nowadays, it seems very normal here in Sansuoli.
No! It was Uncle Chu who couldn't help but yawn because he saw Po Luo yawning just now. As a result, this thing seemed to be contagious.
After raising his hand, he also slapped himself.
Amid the burning pain on his face, Uncle Chu felt that he was somewhat energetic.
Then he frowned, took a small sip of broth into his mouth, and forced himself to swallow the broth before he could swallow it.
But after putting a mouthful of beef that had been cooked until it was soft and tender, he put it in his mouth and chewed it for a dozen times, but he finally spit it out and spit it on the ground.
There is no way! His current physical condition makes him unable to eat.
After turning his head and looking around, Uncle Chu found that he was not alone, but everyone was holding bowls in their hands, with the same pained expression as if they were drinking medicine.
No, to be more precise, it seems to be more uncomfortable than taking medicine.
Seeing this, the senior cooking class leaders who had been busy in the cooking class immediately became anxious and greeted everyone so loudly:
"Eat, comrades are all eating big.
We also found many boxes of this kind of meat in the warehouse. The battalion commander told everyone to make it as hard as they want. Eat as much as you want. Once you are full, you will have the strength to fight those Western devils.
Comrades on the top of the hill, don’t worry that they won’t have anything to eat, we just carried two big pots up, which is enough for them to eat for a while.”
But in such warm greetings, there is no actual effect.
Instead, there was only the sound of ‘pah, pah~’ slaps, which kept ringing in the field.
As well as the old squad leaders, they had no choice but to cry in their voices: "Comrades, please eat a little. We will have to fight later. If you don't eat well, how can you have the strength to fight~"
Under such circumstances, Hu Biao, the commander of the Central Continent Team, shouted in his still hoarse voice:
"Eat, eat with all your strength. Now everyone is not even afraid of death. Are you still afraid of eating some meat?"
After hearing this sentence, Po Luo cursed something in a low voice, and then stuffed the meat in the bowl into his mouth.
Uncle Chu also cursed silently in his heart, "Fuck in the street", and then forcefully ate it.
Or to put it another way, it is called filling the stomach.
After using an extremely difficult process to finish off the bowl of broth and meat in his hand, he looked up at the other side and found that the old brother Po Luo had already finished eating.
He lifted up his sleeves, which exposed a lot of cotton, wiped his mouth, and that was it.
Poluo took out a pack of confiscated Camel cigarettes from his pocket, struck two matches with his trembling fingers, and then lit the cigarette.
Then when you take a puff, the cigarette is reduced by one-third.
"Broken gong, give me one to cheer me up~"
Uncle Chu spoke to this old comrade from the team who was about the same age as him and had the same hobby of fishing.
After hearing this, he was just about to say something.
Just as his expression changed drastically, he dropped the matches and cigarettes in his hands, and pressed his right hand heavily on his chest.
At the same time, he coughed violently, once, twice, and then the third time.
Uncle Chu saw an extremely horrifying scene: the Camel cigarette in Po Luo's mouth spread rapidly upward from the bottom corner of his mouth; soon, most of the cigarette turned blood red.
"Black Chinese medicine, black Chinese medicine~"
The sound from Uncle Chu's mouth was so shrill and shrill that it overshadowed the 'pah pah' sounds of his own slaps at the moment.
******
"What the hell~"
After hearing the shrill cry from Uncle Chu's mouth, and turning his head to see Hu Biao who looked like a broken gong, he cursed like this in his mouth.
Thanks to the recovery of bloodline power, and even a 20% increase in bloodline power, he is not worried that Po Luo will suddenly die like Yang Zai, Da Chang, and Technician.
But even Po Luo, a strong bloodline member of the Central Continent team, is now so weak that he has become like this.
Then, after a while, facing the crazy counterattack of the Ninth Army after the soldiers retreated, how will we fight then? Such a worry was finally solved by an unimaginable situation for Hu Biao.
It was at this time that suddenly a series of fierce gunshots came from the top of the hill.
There is no doubt that the vanguard of the soldiers has finally appeared.
The sound of gunshots was an order, and the battalion commander's voice rang out instantly: "Fourth company comes with me to support. The other companies are ready for battle and are always ready for reinforcements."
With such an order, Hu Biao found that everything was different.
All the soldiers, who were all sick and sick in the previous second, were in a restart state with full health, as if a magical button had been pressed in their bodies.
For example, he has a young warrior named Ge Wentao from the Demon City.
Hu Biao clearly remembered that if he had not helped him share the burden on the way, he would have definitely run to death on the way.
After hearing the order, the little warrior stood up with a "shua~" sound.
Under his butt, there was a bullet box weighing at least fifty kilograms. After he easily put it on his shoulders, he rushed towards the top of the hill in a flash.
There is still a little bit of it here, and it looks sickly.
In fact, Hu Biao himself was not like this. The moment the gunfire sounded, all the fatigue and discomfort on his body had disappeared.
There was only one thought left in my mind: I had to stop those soldiers and not let my teammates and comrades die in vain.
Even at this point, the damn system tasks are completely unimportant; there are always things that are more important than the entanglement of personal interests.
But it happened that at such a time, the system's sound continued to sound.
Representing the second phase of this system task, it was triggered again less than twenty minutes after the end of the first phase.