In the low temperature of at least 20 degrees below zero, Hu Biao muttered this sentence.
When he cursed such a sentence, three thick streams of mist immediately came out from his nostrils and mouth, making his whole person look like a chimney.
Hu Biao had habitually closed his eyes when he felt a familiar sense of space distortion.
After I opened my eyes, I came to the mission world from the modern plane.
But something different from the previous missions was that he found that he was not lying on the bed, but holding a Type 50 submachine gun and standing at the gate of a building complex that resembled a military camp.
Looking at this posture, he should be a sentinel, and he is currently on guard duty.
Under the cold moonlight, Hu Biao could see a heavy snowfall, which was falling continuously on top of his head. At this time, the heavy snow had already fallen a thick layer on his body.
After looking at it from a distance, I should look like a snowman.
So, after suddenly going from the warm May in southern Jiangsu to the cold here, Hu Biao couldn't help but uttered such a sentence under the huge temperature contrast.
Then, Hu Biao turned his head and looked around.
While thinking about it in my mind, I tried to figure out what day it was now, where I was now, and which unit of the volunteer army I belonged to this time.
Which unit they belong to is particularly important, because it affects which battles they will participate in in the future.
Regarding the above doubts, Hu Biao did not gain much, mainly because under the still bright moonlight, all he saw was thick snow and an extremely quiet military camp.
As for other useful information, it can be said that there is none at all.
However, Hu Biao was not worried at all. He knew that although the system had always been inappropriate, it had never allowed them to start a task without even giving them the most basic information.
Sure enough, things took a turn for the better soon after.
It was at 5 o'clock behind him, and the door of a big house suddenly opened.
Then there was a figure wearing a thick cotton coat and walking towards him with a rifle on his back, obviously coming to change the guard.
After getting closer, Hu Biao could clearly see that he was a man in his twenties.
The man just gave Hu Biao a military salute, and Hu Biao naturally gave a standard return salute.
In this way, when the simple changing of the guard ceremony was completed, the man began to say with a thick mist in his mouth:
"Squad leader Hu, we will start entering Korea after dawn; there are still about two hours until dawn, so you should go and take a rest."
"Oh! Okay~"
In such a concerned greeting, Hu Biao's answer seemed a bit careless.
It's not that Hu Biao is so awesome that he looks down on people, but that at this moment, the cold mechanical sound of the system has already sounded in Hu Biao's head.
Invisibly, it attracted most of his attention:
"Hello, Commander Hu Biao, in order to allow you to better perform this mission, the system has set up your identity and background for this mission, please let me know.
First, the time at this moment is 4 o'clock in the morning on December 16, 1950.
The current area is in Dandong area.
Second, your identity is the platoon leader of a supplementary regiment of the 50th Army and the 148th Division; the other team members are all ordinary soldiers of the 2nd Company.
However, please note that the identities of the five people including the staff officer, Dahuo, Su Hong, Digger, and Zhuye are still the same as in the last mission, without any modification.
Third, you are about to depart from Dandong and head to the Goryeo area to replenish the frontline troops.
The first phase of the mission of this system will be officially released after it is triggered. I wish Commander Hu Biao all the best and good military fortune..."
After hearing the above content, Hu Biao finally understood some of the doubts he had in his mind before.
I was also very happy that the identities of Lao Yang and others had not changed. It seemed that this time the five-person team could make some contributions more smoothly.
At the same time, after hearing the date, he reacted immediately:
Good guy! According to the information I read when I came here, isn't today the day when the Drews at Uncle Sam's house declared a national state of emergency?
It was from this day on that Uncle Sam finally came to his senses after a heavy beating from the volunteers and began to treat this war with an extremely serious attitude.
Although the final result still ended with their failure.
But there is no doubt that such a war has become more difficult as the soldiers go all out.
As for his identity this time, and being assigned as a volunteer soldier named Hu, Hu Biao didn't care at all.
He even knew that, based on the system's bad taste in cheating, his name this time must be a homophone of Hu Biao.
Like Hu Biao, Hu Biao, Hu Bi, etc. This is not the first time this grandson has done this, it is not new at all.
In this way, with all kinds of thoughts and complaints in his heart, Hu Biao entered the big house through the snow that had been swept once during the day but reached his ankles in one night.
After pushing the door open and entering, Hu Biao could see through the moonlight coming in from the window that there were two long bunks on the left and right in a huge room, which probably contained as many as fifty or sixty beds.
But now every bed is empty.
Upon seeing this, Hu Biao didn't take it seriously, because he knew that this was just a reasonable arrangement arranged by the system to allow so many people from their Central Continent team to appear.
And I thought that it would still be at least two hours before these reinforcements set off for Goryeo.
But after the rest of the team comes over, there will be better things to do.
Immediately, Hu Biao did not dare to delay any more and said to the air: "System, start summoning personnel.
The old rule is, give me priority in summoning the official members of the Central Continent team; if there are other deficiencies, I will use netizens to supplement them."
While saying this, Hu Biao also realized that there are now 47 stable members in the Zhongzhou team besides him.
So this time we only need to add 3 rookies, which is at least once in history.
In fact, this was indeed the case. After a sense of space distortion, two distinct groups of personnel appeared in front of Hu Biao.
Among them, the group with the smallest number of people only had three figures.
Under the playful eyes of the old birds, they looked like a group of pitiful quails...
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The three lucky ones, or rather the unlucky ones, who were selected by the system this time, when they appeared in the mission world, it probably looked like this.
"Damn it! Aren't I dead? Why is the underworld like this?"
Looking at a group of rough guys wearing familiar old-fashioned military uniforms and looking at him with strange eyes, Xu Wenzhe felt a panic in his heart.
No! Among these rough old men, there is also a pretty red-haired Yangma.
The problem is that kind of Yangma who is more than two meters tall, one or two heads taller than the surrounding people, with arms thicker than his own thighs, and holds a heavy machine gun in his hand like a submachine gun.
No matter how beautiful she was, she looked at her with playful eyes.
Suddenly, Xu Wenzhe felt extremely panicked, feeling that something very bad was about to happen to him.
Even now, he already thinks that he is dead, completely dead.