In the early morning, it rained all night, and finally the weather cleared up with the last drop in the early morning. A red sun emerged on the horizon, reflecting the sky red, and bringing the light back to the earth with a thin morning mist.
When the first ray of 37-5-degree sunshine hit his face, Yu Yang immediately climbed up from the stool. He felt a little uncomfortable all over. It was really uncomfortable to sleep on the chair. He rubbed his sore shoulders and stood up.
At the door of the command room.
After only sleeping for less than two hours that night, Yu Yang felt a little dizzy. Yu Yang casually found a puddle and washed his face twice before his head became clearer. The sun began to rise from the horizon, fiery red.
In the position not far away, Zhang Min followed John with excitement and slowly approached the corpse pile of the 9th Company. The Japanese corpses were piled here. After being soaked by the rain, the Japanese corpses began to deform.
The originally hateful face became even more ferocious. Zhang Min was a little scared and couldn't help but stand next to John.
"Hurry up and take pictures, the Japs will probably attack later!" John found a position to lie down and used the magnifying glass of his weapon to observe the situation of the Japanese in the distance. There was no sign of any human activity in the current Japanese position.
Surprisingly quiet.
Zhang Min carefully photographed the Japanese corpses, while Hao Haiping next to him was much bolder. He even turned over the Japanese corpses and looked for the corpses of several officers to take pictures. After four or five minutes, the two returned to their positions with satisfaction.
"Mr. John, what's the name of the weapon in your hand? Is this your American weapon? It looks very heavy! Can I take a picture of it for you?"
"This is am, a British weapon. There is only one like this in the world. I bought it at a high price. It can hit targets very far away!" John briefly introduced his weapon.
He did not refuse Zhang Min's request to take photos. He found a good location, held his weapon, and positioned himself possibly.
Zhang Min took a camera and took a photo of John. Neither of them knew how much of a disturbance this photo taken now would cause in later generations.
Later in 2010, at Shanghai Tongx University, a student named Li Yang from the author's alma mater accidentally entered the library collection room to search for information in preparation for his graduation thesis. He accidentally opened this newspaper and read.
Here comes the photo of John holding am!
Because of the good light angle in this photo, you can clearly see an American named John holding an AM sniper rifle on the Chinese battlefield in 1937 with a smile on his face.
A student named Li Yang immediately changed the title of his thesis and proposed the concept that time travelers really exist, and this news interview and photos became the best evidence.
Later, after countless interviews with participants at that time, we found a few survivors, one of whom was Liu Youcai, who was almost a hundred years old!
After confirming the authenticity of the photo, countless young people who had various dreams and were brainwashed by time travel looked for various ways to time travel, including electrocution, lightning strike, etc...
Let’s not mention this later. After taking the photos, Zhang Min shook hands with John, left the 9th Company’s position, and rushed to report to the press.
John kept staring at Zhang Min's leaving back. After he could no longer see it with the naked eye, he used a scope to look at it. The crosshair was always aimed at Zhang Min's head, hoping that she would look back so that he could take one more look at her.
Unfortunately, Zhang Min kept disappearing from John's sight and never looked back.
"Don't look at it. If you look at it, it will look like a Wang Fu Stone. When you took the photo just now, you were holding AM in your hand?" Yu Yang was always around. He saw the foolish expression on John's face and patted it gently. No.
Thinking of John, a tough guy, he also has a side of Brother Pig.
"Huh? What's wrong?" John looked away reluctantly and turned his head to look at Yu Yang.
Yu Yang shrugged his shoulders and patted John: "Congratulations, you may become famous in the future, and maybe you will become the research target of experts from all over the world!"
"Why?" John still doesn't understand. Although there are all kinds of science fiction in American movies, when it comes to imagination, Americans are really not as good as China. When Americans fantasize about Star Wars, China's Shushan Swordsmen are already everywhere.
After flying for decades, the owner of Huanzhu Tower, Li Shoumin, understands!
Yu Yang rolled his eyes at this guy and pointed to his weapon: "People in the future will see an American in 1937 holding an ammo and participating in the Anti-Japanese War in China. What do you think?"
John then understood and patted his head: "I'm getting a little excited. How about I chase after them and let them take another photo?"
Yu Yang smiled strangely: "No, we can also learn from Stan Lee and leave some Easter eggs for future generations, right?" After Yu Yang finished speaking, he patted John again and continued to inspect the position.
Breakfast is still steamed buns. Yu Yang casually took two steamed buns from Jiulian's cooking team, opened them and looked at them. They seemed to taste pretty good, and the most important thing was because there was too much meat. Yesterday morning's steamed buns were too meaty.
It's missing, only the center has some meat. Today's buns are big meat stuffed buns!
"Are all companies eating steamed buns today?"
The cooking team of the Ninth Company is the only cooking team in the whole battalion. I cried to Yu Yang before and said that Li Dashao, who could not throw away two packets of white flour, had been sacrificed. Now the leader of the cooking team is a thin man, which is very rare.
"Battal Commander, it's all meat. I packed all the meat sent by the regiment yesterday. Let the brothers eat more and kill more little devils!"
Yu Yang gave him a thumbs up and took out a few cans from his pocket: "At noon, we will continue to eat more. We will go to my headquarters to get them later. We also have some canned meat. Let's make them for the brothers.
If you become a carnivore, is there anything else to eat in the cooking class now?"
"There are also some canned fruits, which I got from Little Japan yesterday!"
"These cans are ready. At noon, try to let all the brothers have a bite!"
"Okay battalion commander!"
After inspecting the cooking squad, Yu Yang came to the Eighth Company's position. Compared to the bodies in front of the Ninth Company's position and the smell of blood that could be smelled a hundred meters away, the Eighth Company's position was relatively neater.
The commander of the eighth company is called Ma Shun. He is from Haizhou. He is not tall but looks very capable. The eighth company is also one of the main companies of the regiment. As soon as Yu Yang walked into the position, he saw Ma Shun reprimanding the soldiers.
Without interrupting, after Ma Shun finished reprimanding him, Yu Yang came to him and said hello, and began to observe the Eighth Company's position. The arrangement was very reasonable. Yu Yang couldn't help but think highly of Ma Shun. He was an expert in positioning.
The trenches dug were several levels higher than those of the Ninth Company.
