The miserable middle-aged man who squatted under a crooked tree, feeling that he had accomplished nothing and chose to jump off the building, was that black Chinese medicine practitioner.
After polishing a Botou match, he lit a low-quality cigarette in his mouth.
When the match was lit and roared, the unique smell of burning sulfur flooded into his nostrils.
And after a puff of smoke that had been missing for a long time was blown out, this guy, whose emotions had been tense all the time, immediately felt that his whole person felt more relaxed.
If we say that when he was first teleported, the alcohol on his head was only half awakened by the huge shock and fright.
So at this moment, that is, there are still 4 hours and 30 minutes left before the mission's limited time.
Like driving a duck, the black Chinese medicine doctor who was driven for more than an hour was sweating all over, and all the alcohol in his body was newly metabolized.
In this way, the middle-aged man became timid after he was completely sober.
After his head sobered up, he no longer had the courage he had when he climbed out of the rooftop railing.
Instead, there was an inexplicable confusion and fear, and he was at a loss for what was to come; after all, war was too far away from his previous life of almost 40 years.
"What are you afraid of? I'm not even afraid of death, so why should I be afraid of this system-shattering mission?"
While smoking silently, the black Chinese medicine doctor kept telling himself this in his heart, which was the last bit of stubbornness in this middle-aged man's heart.
Of course, this did not affect him at all. He made a decision in his heart:
After arriving in the magic city, you must follow that Lao An closely, and don't die accidentally; although Hu Biao's grandson said that you can be resurrected after completing the system tasks.
But what if this grandson is deceiving others? So this old bachelor is extremely anxious and suspicious now.
This is also an instinctive habit that modern middle-aged men have developed after repeated beatings from society; it is not ridiculous, but it is a bit sad.
The only thing that makes the black Chinese medicine doctor feel lucky is that his poor old legs can finally take a break.
The black Chinese medicine practitioner was even given a small piece of compressed biscuit to replenish his physical strength, but he was really not in the mood to eat or drink right now.
Just drink half of a bottle of mineral water in one go.
In addition, when Hu Biao, who claimed to be a trainee commander, was distributing food, one look at his yellow fingers and knew that he was a heavy smoker, so he threw him a box of matches.
After letting this old man hold it in for more than an hour, he finally managed to get a poisonous weed...
Hu Biao also had a last resort reason for taking a break so early.
Hu Biao could only face his immediate boss when he saw his greasy men running around, each of them looking very weak and likely to be sent away soon.
It was the major battalion commander who made the request for a 20-minute rest.
During the march, the adjutant Swordsman, under Hu Biao's instructions, went to find out more about the supplementary camp.
For example, this supplementary camp was drawn up throughout the Nantong area.
The battalion commander's surname was Zhu. He had been with military governors such as Sun Chuanfang and Zhou Fengqi before. Although he was a veteran, he was generally a good person.
So, when Battalion Commander Zhu, a major on horseback, agreed, the 200 or so people from the supplementary battalion immediately dispersed.
They immediately occupied the shade of all the trees on the roadside to avoid the still harsh sunshine in the August afternoon.
Seeing those poor rookies immediately slumped on the ground regardless of their appearance, Hu Biao and others took out the precious food and water bottles they had brought.
Let those netizens eat and drink quickly to replenish their physical strength so that they can continue to have time to travel later.
There's no way! If you don't count the time difference between the two worlds, it's already past 1 o'clock in the middle of the night in the modern plane, which is exactly the daily midnight snack time for these night owls.
Play some skewers, drink some wine, and check your phone to see those little goblins twisting and turning. That life is a happy one.
So Hu Biao thought, if he doesn't let them eat or drink, even if they run away, it will take a long time for these guys to recover, and they won't have the physical strength to fight.
By the way, Hu Biao also stuffed a can of beef into Camp Commander Zhu.
As for the netizens of their third company eating, or eating these obviously foreign things, other people in the supplementary camp could only watch with helpless eyes, they could just be powerless...
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"Brother, please give me a cigarette." Suddenly, this sentence rang in the ears of the black Chinese medicine doctor.
After turning his head and taking a look, the black Chinese medicine doctor almost gasped, mainly because the netizen codenamed "Sinner" didn't know when he sat down next to him.
Needless to say, this guy's face, which looked like it had been washed with sulfuric acid, really caused a huge discomfort in the heart of the black Chinese medicine practitioner.
So, after he gave the other party a cigarette and helped light it, he quickly turned his head away and pretended to look at the scenery in the distance.
Just doing this, he found himself being looked at by many blazing eyes.
Those were the soldiers from the first and second companies of the replenishment battalion who were also sitting in the same big tree. They were looking at the cigarettes in their mouths eagerly, with a slightly greedy attitude.
By the way! This bastard in the system is really awesome.
Now when the black Chinese medicine practitioner looks at the pack of cheap cigarettes in his pocket, he actually has two completely different appearances.
The first one is the original appearance of the cheap cigarettes he smoked.
The second one is that after the system has been disguised, the new appearance on the other layer turns out to be the legendary ‘Hademan’ with a filter from the Republic of China period.
And this kind of high-end "Filter Hardman" cigarettes are indeed rare and attractive to farmers in the working world.
Although this black Chinese medicine man is a bit greasy, he is not stingy or naughty at all. He took out his cigarette box and fired a round.
Of course, I only sent out a dozen people under this tree.
Even so, after a circle of cigarettes was released, he was left with only 3 cigarettes in the box that originally contained more than half a pack.
Later, when a group of gentlemen under the tree began to puff away their breath, the black Chinese medicine doctor chatted with them as usual.
Looking at these soldiers who still had the aura of civilians but really looked nothing like soldiers, the black Chinese doctor asked: "Brothers, did you join the army voluntarily?"
"That's right!"
A young man squatting next to a black Chinese medicine practitioner, who was about seventeen or eighteen years old at most, took small puffs on this luxury product with a filter, and started to answer after being choked from time to time.
"On the day before yesterday, the village chief and the security chief beat the gong together and brought all the young people in the village to the dismounting stone at the entrance of the village.
When we arrived at the place, we saw a commander and about ten soldiers with guns, who had been waiting for them early.
The soldiers surrounded us with guns, so when we saw something was wrong we couldn't run away even if we wanted to. Then the officer said at that time that those little devils from the East are now attacking our big magic city.
Those devils are all animals turned into animals, and they are only born to do things like burning, killing and looting.
If they really attack the capital city, they will attack us in Jianghuai. Then our whole village will be in bad luck. They will burn down our village and destroy our women. Anyway, no one will have a good life by then.
Therefore, in order to prevent the village from being harmed by the Japs, the county magistrate issued a document asking our Dingjia Village to send twenty young people as soldiers to go to the Demon City to fight back the Japs."
"Then you sign up voluntarily." After hearing this, the black Chinese medicine doctor said this.
As a result, the little brother gave an answer that caught the black Chinese medicine doctor off guard:
"No, I have a blind old woman to support, and I don't dare to join the army just like that.
My father died young, but my mother was both a father and a mother, raising me up. She stayed up late every day in order to earn some money for sewing, and ended up going blind. What should my mother do if I really die in this magical city?
manage?
Let’s talk about it! Our Lao Ding family is a single generation of three generations. Before I contracted tuberculosis and coughed to death, I was thinking about how I could help the Lao Ding family.
But who told me that I was unlucky when I drew lots, and I got a red lottery for soldiering.
He was caught on the spot, his fingerprints were put on the roster, and another 10 oceans were stuffed, and then he was taken to the county seat by the chief in the afternoon; after two days of training in formation and shooting in the county seat, he followed Chief Zhu here."
Black Chinese medicine doctor: "..."
By the way! What else can black doctors say?
I didn’t see that Hu Biao’s grandson had been repeatedly deceiving and tricking them in order to maintain the team’s system missions. It was said that as long as they completed the missions, they could be resurrected after the war.
In this way, how much confidence does he have to preach some truth to these farmers who are almost certain to die?
The most important thing is that he suddenly thought of his parents.
Indeed! Even if the two elders with pensions die, they will not be like the blind old lady of Brother Ding, who has no hope at all.
But thinking about how they have gone from pride and expectation to disappointment, scolding and silent concern over the years, it can be said that they have sacrificed too much.
So was my choice to commit suicide too selfish?
Unexpectedly, when the black Chinese medicine doctor fell into deep self-blame for his soul, Brother Ding finally opened his mouth to comfort him:
"Brother, when I look at your polite appearance, you are a scholar who has read a lot of books and knows a lot of great principles. But in fact, we all understand a lot of great principles.
When they came out, the village chief and the white-bearded old man in the village both said that this time they went to the magic city to fight against foreign enemies, and it was not as good as the battles that the generals fought to grab territory in previous years.
I died fighting for my country, I, Ding Ergou, will be honored even if I die.
They also promised me that even if I die in the Magic City, as long as the people of Dingjia Village have something to eat, they will continue to take care of my blind old lady so that she doesn't go hungry.
Even my mother told me when she sent me off that the play talks about having a country first and then a family, so that I should learn from my grandfather-in-law to serve the country with loyalty.
By the way! My mother gave me this before she left. She said she would take it out and look at it when she missed home and him, so that she would not miss home again. Even the little devil’s bullets would avoid me~"
While talking, Brother Ding carefully took out a small red cloth bag from his chest pocket.
After opening it layer by layer, you can see that there is a handful of moist soil, and a strand of completely white hair.
Brother Ding, who was holding these carefully in his hands, even breathed a little calmer...