The Rise of the Scum of the Heavens

Let the No. 7 workshop, which lost a lot of people because of today's battle, look empty again.

Fortunately, at such a time, the workshop is quite lively, even more lively than the previous few days.

That's because at this moment, after the rest of the workshop is his own people, one of those hairy girls is already playing the accordion hard.

Under the melodious music of the accordion, the remaining Mao girls, led by Natasha, danced happily.

Although the dances of these hairy girls are completely different from those of a certain sound, a certain hand in the modern plane, or those twisting girls in the disco.

Far from the above, the twisting posture is so enchanting.

But after Hu Biao saw it at such a moment, those flying skirts and all kinds of socks and calves under the skirts were still so seductive.

At the same time, Comrade Chekhov, whose head was wrapped in gauze like the third brother, was more or less a wounded man, dancing the characteristic dance steps of Maozi's family.

Specifically, it is the kind of half-squatting on the ground like a horse, with arms raised and crossed, and feet jumping fast.

It didn't matter that he jumped up by himself, and he even yelled for others to join in; for a moment, the whole workshop was filled with cheerful emotions.

Therefore, for Hu Biao and the others, tonight was still an extremely beautiful night.

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At this moment when everyone else was dancing, Hu Biao, Yang Dongli, Po Gong, and the interpreter did not join in.

The reason is simple: they are not full yet.

These four big-bellied men had to drink with the deputy factory manager just now, so they haven't eaten much yet; of course, they are taking advantage of this opportunity to eat well.

Even if it takes too long, it doesn't matter if the other dishes are cold.

It's nothing more than pouring it into the M35 helmet in front of him. The hot big bone soup inside will quickly heat it up.

In this way, the four of them then killed five or six catties of various foods, only to slow down their eating and drinking movements.

It happened that there was a burst of laughter like silver bells, and Hu Biao and the other four couldn't help raising their heads and took another look.

I saw that after the chasing wind got excited, he led the others to learn the way of dancing in the modern plane, and twisted exaggeratedly.

As a result, a group of Maozi men and women watched it interestingly, and jumped up one after another.

Under the light of the fire, the faces of these people were so excited; they seemed to have completely forgotten and let go of the casualties of so many comrades-in-arms during the day, and the difficulties of the recent period.

Even Hu Biao believed in one thing very much. After a rest tonight, these people can be resurrected perfectly tomorrow.

Therefore, Hu Biao sighed with inexplicable emotion, and said:

"What the hell! These bastards really deserve to be a fighting nation. After so many people died during the day, they just drank a meal of wine and ate a meal of meat. Now they seem to be resurrected with full blood. No wonder they are called a fighting nation. gone."

Unexpectedly, Comrade Yang was a little unhappy with Hu Biao's casual remark.

After squinting his eyes and taking a sip of the alcohol mixed with water, he began to speak a little unconvinced:

"It's okay to spend less time on the Internet, watching those little goblins who can twist and twist, and some gossips that those shit editors thought up by patting their heads; read more serious things with positive energy.

It's just a hairy boy. It's been okay for the past two hundred years, but it's really not a fighting nation. "

"Mao Zi is not considered a fighting nation, so who else can deserve such a title, it can't be us?"

After Hu Biao was bullied, he said something back in his mouth.

Then, he found that he had been taught a lesson by Lao Yang, Po Luo, and the translator, and it was still the kind that left a deep impression on him after the lesson.

Trying hard to swallow a broken piece of horse lung, he took over the conversation:

"The real fighting nation, of course, is us.

Do you think we are a farming civilization that only knows how to farm?You kid is wrong, big mistake, 5000 years of brilliant civilization, can it be grown just by farming?

More than 960 million square kilometers of land, could it be given away with phone charges?It was all made by ancestors and ancestors with their lives and blood.

When friends come, they have good wine, and when jackals come, they have shotguns. This is our real situation. "

As soon as the words in Po Luo's mouth fell, the interpreter's mouth picked up:

"From the war between Yan and Huang in ancient times to Qin's sweep of Liuhe, from Emperor Wu's opening of borders to Genghis Khan, the Han, Tang, and Ming dynasties in history, which one did not build a country with martial arts.

From a small tribe in the Yellow River Basin to the current huge territory, our bloodiness has been verified over and over again in the flames of war.

If you think about the four major civilizations back then, there are still a few left, only we survived with difficulty in the constant battle with foreign enemies.

In the Zhou Dynasty, we said that there is no king in the world.

During the Qin Dynasty, we said that Jiujiu and the old Qin went to the country together.

In the Han Dynasty, we said that those who offend our great Han Tianwei will be punished even if they are far away.

In the heyday of the Tang Dynasty, we said that all barbarians inside and outside who dared to call themselves soldiers would be executed.

In the Song Dynasty we said that every inch of mountains and rivers equals an inch of blood. (This statement is not original by Bald Head)

In the Ming Dynasty, we said that the emperor guarded the gate of the country, and the king died in the country.

Don’t say too much during the Republic of China. We have experienced so many cities and battlefields. Isn’t your experience deep enough?

All of the above are our fighting attitude and what our ancestors have passed down; in comparison, isn’t it true that we are not a true fighting nation? "

"Forget it." Hu Biao agreed convincingly.

Then, he raised the wine glass in his hand high, and said: "To our ancestors, your descendants have not let you down, and the modern us have begun to become stronger again."

Seeing this, the other three also raised their glasses.

In the end, he raised his head and gulped down the hot alcohol that was as hot as blood.

At the moment when a scorching hot air rose from the stomach, they seemed to faintly see the 5000-year-old golden iron horse...

Chapter 467 Night Talk (5) [add 10/[-] for AT]

"Hu, hurry up and dance with us, don't sit and drink like an old man."

Just as Hu Biao drank a glass of earth mixed with water alcohol in one gulp, still under the stimulation of alcohol, he lamented the feats of his ancestors in the 5000 years of fighting against heaven and earth.

Suddenly, a delicate voice rang in his ears, and at the same time, a white palm snatched the tin cup from his hand.

Without even looking back, Hu Biao could recognize such a familiar voice as to who her master was.

What's more, at this moment, because the other party is tightly next to his right arm, he can feel a soft feeling that makes his heart tremble; the other party also put his mouth close to his ear.

Good guy!Immediately, a fiery breath with a strong smell of alcohol sprayed into Hu Biao's ear sockets.

Hu Biao had experienced a similar situation in this mission, and he remembered it very clearly. Some of the specific differences were just that there was no such smell of alcohol in his breathing at that time.

So, besides a hairy girl like Natasha, who else could it be?

Sure enough, Hu Biao did not guess wrong at all. When he turned his head, he saw Natasha, a little girl, looking at him with flushed cheeks.

Because she drank a lot tonight, this girl who was already beautiful became more and more beautiful.

Especially the watery light in the eyes, after Hu Biao saw it, his heart became inexplicably soft.

For this reason, Hu Biao joined the traditional group dance of Maozi's family in the middle of No. 7 workshop without much resistance under such a situation where a Mao girl was pulling his arm.

The so-called traditional group dance is a group of men and women forming a big circle around the fire.

With the accompaniment of the accordion, he kept hitting the ground with the toes, heels, or a certain part of the soles of his boots, making a 'tap~' sound.

Among them, the Mao girls danced while waving a handkerchief in their hands, while the old men danced from time to time and whistled loudly.

Anyway, such a scene, just looks very happy; in fact, after jumping up, it is also very happy.

As for after drinking and eating, it feels even better to jump up with the smell of alcohol in the head.

Just jumping and jumping, Hu Biao suddenly felt that something seemed wrong; such a strange thing was not because he felt the danger was coming.

Instead, after looking around, he found that there were two people missing from the dancing crowd.

Two members of the Zhongzhou team, Cang Guan and Bai Xiang, were still missing.

Even after looking around the entire No. 7 workshop, they didn't see the existence of such two people.

But Hu Biao didn't care too much about such a matter; because tonight seemed to be very safe and there would be no danger.

"They probably went to the toilet, right? After all, at the age of a greasy middle-aged person like Cang Guan, he would go to the toilet a little more often."

After Hu Biao thought about it in this way, he quickly and completely forgot about such a thing in the following time.

Because in such a group dance, the situation of dancing and dancing is a little different.

For example: NEO, a rookie, such a hard-working [-]D designer in the modern world, and that hairy girl named Lina, the two hugged each other.

The look in the eyes of the two of them can make people know the relationship between them and what is going on.

It is nothing more than the tragedy of black Chinese medicine at the beginning, and it will be staged again; but so what, I believe that this period of time during the task is the happiest period of time for the [-]D designer in the recent period.

And Hu Biao can also clearly feel that the beautiful hairy girl Natasha beside him is getting closer and closer by himself.

This let Hu Biao know that if nothing unexpected happened tonight, he would be able to experience that very moist experience again.

This is indeed the case. In the end, under the occasional gaze of this pair of dogs and men, they all saw something in each other's eyes that they were hesitating to talk about.

So, just like those men and women who disappeared after jumping and jumping in the previous time, they ran into a corner of the huge workshop holding hands and smiling on their faces.

There, a bunch of old equipment and materials from the tractor factory were piled up, which can be regarded as some very shelters.

After arriving here, with the last of the sober Hu Biao, he looked around to see if there were any other wild mandarin ducks in the surrounding area.

With enthusiasm like a ball of flame, the beautiful hairy girl Natasha has already thrown herself into his arms.

After a while, Hu Biao took a deep breath, and murmured: "I'll be good, it's really moist..."

At the same time, similar situations continued to unfold scene after scene in Workshop No. [-].

Let the old comrades Po Gong, Lao Pao and others who had been sitting by the fire, sipping wine and smoking hand-rolled trumpet cigarettes all be in their eyes one by one.

Some old comrades like them, of course, will not do those young and single dogs, and they will never tire of doing things.

It's just that after seeing all of the above, what they got in return was that after they looked at each other, they raised their wine glasses to take a sip, and finally smiled freely.

For those of them who have a lot of life experience, understand and figure out a lot of things, the situation before them is actually very understandable.

Not to mention that he didn't step forward to stop them, intending to say something to these young people.

For no reason, when the soldiers entered Paris.