The Japanese came, left, came again, and attacked seven or eight times in total. Apart from the corpses left on the ground, they made no achievements, but the Japanese seemed to be doing something very interesting.
Things are normal, charging, retreating, charging again, and retreating again.
After Yu Yang once again repelled the Japanese attack, he sat on the position a little tiredly, facing the sky. I don't know when the dark clouds in the sky dispersed, revealing the stars in the sky. In Yu Yang's memory
I have seen such a beautiful night sky once before in Iraq, and then again when I was a child.
John Barons walked up to Yu Yang, put a slap on Yu Yang's shoulder, and handed over a can.
"Are you exhausted? Fighting on land is different from what you do in the sky. You just need to sit in a plane. Your skills look good. Have you ever been in the Army before?"
As he spoke, he opened a can with his own bayonet and began to eat it in big mouthfuls.
Yu Yang took the can and nodded: "Well, I served in the army for a few years. After the war started, I responded to Washington and joined the army. To be honest, I hate war, but the domestic economy is so poor. Apart from being a soldier,
I can't think of what I should do!" After Yu Yang finished speaking, he opened the can and started eating.
What he said was half true and half false. Yu Yang did serve as a soldier for a period of time before, but he was not a soldier for the Americans. However, it is true that there were problems in the domestic economy of the United States. Before the outbreak of World War II, the domestic economy of the United States almost collapsed.
Roosevelt took hold of him.
"I thought all pilots were as skilled as you. That would be terrible. I think I would be unemployed. You fight in the air. After the fight, you parachute and pick up your rifle to kill the Japanese on the ground. Okay.
Well, then nothing will happen to us!" After John Barons finished speaking, he immediately laughed.
After Yu Yang saw this scene, he also laughed. Yu Yang took big mouthfuls of cans and stuffed them into his mouth. After fighting for a day, he felt tired not only mentally.
His body was also in extreme hunger. Just like before, Yu Yang still had all kinds of dirty things on his hands, including blood clots from Japanese and American blood, dirt and leaves, but he didn't pay any attention to it.
John Barons did the same, and so did the rest of the American soldiers. Yu Yang looked at them while eating, shaking them constantly.
When I was in Stalingrad, I was really naive. On the battlefield, I lived a life with today and no tomorrow. Who cared whether my body was dirty or whether my hands were clean? Survival was the last priority.
Just now, Yu Yang and John Barons fought side by side. Yu Yang saved John Barons twice, and John Barons also helped Yu Yang.
Originally, Yu Yang planned to save John Barons several times and then he could kill this guy if he and he had nothing to do with each other. However, Yu Yang found that his thoughts were really too naive. After several battles, now
Yu Yang couldn't help it anymore.
"Are you worried?" John Barons looked at Yu Yang with a frown, and secretly handed Yu Yang a small bottle. His movements were very covert, and no one of the surrounding American soldiers noticed their little move.
Yu Yang took the small bottle handed over by John Barons, thinking it was water. After opening it, a smell of alcohol came out. Yu Yang immediately capped the bottle and turned his head to look at John Barons.
"Where did you get this thing? Is it okay to drink it now? We are on the battlefield now!"
John Barons blinked at Yu Yang: "I took it out from our commander's locker before, don't worry, I mixed it with water, it can only satisfy the taste, not intoxicating!
I have been hiding it for a long time, and every time I fight, I will secretly take a sip, and it works great!"
After Yu Yang heard this, he looked at the Americans around him, and then secretly took a sip. John Barons was right. He had indeed mixed it with water. The taste was a bit bitter and the concentration was not high. If he hadn't mixed it with water, it would have been better.
It will be a good wine: "It's a pity, it would be better if it wasn't watered down!"
After John Barons saw Yu Yang take a sip, he immediately snatched the small water bottle back into his hand.
"Just one sip is enough. You know if I give these guys some wine, they can exchange it with me for the most valuable thing they have. And if I don't mix it with water, I will have drank all the wine I brought."
Now, where else is your business?"
After John Barons finished speaking, he took a sip of his own business, then looked at the small water bottle reluctantly, then closed it and put it into his arms.
Drinking on the battlefield will be a taboo in the future, but in this era, although there is a prohibition on alcohol, the management is not strict. Many officers will carry some alcohol with them. This is the right of officers. Ordinary soldiers can only wait until the war is over, or
Only during celebrations will you be eligible to drink it.
"Hey guys, do you smell the wine? Good whiskey, I bet I smell it, damn, who's drinking, don't give me a sip!"
An American soldier suddenly stood up and sniffed around with his big nose, trying to find out who was drinking.
After Yu Yang saw this scene, he couldn't help but became happy, but he didn't say anything. The American soldier sniffed around but couldn't find it, and finally focused on the location of Yu Yang and John Barones.
He glanced at John Barons, then at Yu Yang, and finally ran to Yu Yang's side: "Hey, pilot, do you have any alcohol on you? I heard that your pilots always bring a cigar before going to the sky.
, will you bring a bottle of whiskey?"
Yu Yang waved his hand: "I have a cigar on me, do you want to smoke it? But I was shot down. My cigar doesn't seem to bring good luck. I really don't have any alcohol here. We are strictly prohibited from drinking. Do you want it?"
I know that when the liquid is in the sky, it may be due to atmospheric pressure problems and a sudden explosion. By then, I haven't even seen the Japanese themselves get into trouble!"
"What pressure?"
"Atmospheric pressure!"
"Okay, then sir..." After finishing speaking, he looked at John Barons with a mean look.
"roll!"
"Yes, sir!"
"Hahahaha, little Terry, I think you are crazy about drinking. Where can I get alcohol? Could it be that you smelled the Japanese drinking in the bar on the opposite side?"
"That's it, little Terry, give us a sniff. Will these Japanese attack again tonight?"
