The Rise of the Scum of the Heavens

"Big Mouth Monster, have you encountered any problems in the modern plane? If there is something I can help with, feel free to ask; if there is not enough, you can call Hu Biao together at that time."

Faced with the kindness of his teammates, Qingshan hesitated for a while.

Because as long as he told the team about the situation he was facing with some reservations, and based on his understanding of Hu Biao's temperament, he knew that he would call everyone to help.

In this way, it is not easy to destroy a doomsday world development speed in the modern plane, and it is the old Burmese team with a rank of more than 40.

The problem is that if we really want to do this, won't the plan to establish a connection between the Rabbit's family in the modern plane and the team will be ruined again?

After struggling with the gains and losses, Qing Shan finally forced a smile on his face.

He said, "It's all a little accident, I can handle it myself."

"That's fine! This task is just the beginning, if you change your mind, please tell me clearly." Under such a statement, AT could only express it like this.

And it was decided to find time to talk about the matter of Qingshan with their Commander Pujie...

In the following time, under the leadership of Hu Biao, the group of people who had changed their clothes opened the back door of the house and filed out, walking towards the earth temple that should be the asylum.

In the process, they walked a not too long street.

Because a round of morning sun has risen, let the golden sunset shine on such a stone street with bluestone slabs that have been laid for an unknown number of years, and how many caravans have passed by.

Compared with when Hu Biao just came here, the street suddenly became lively.

Respectable people in cotton long gowns, poor people in homespun short gowns, and overseas Chinese in western clothes all haunted the wooden shops on both sides of the street.

Among the large number of accents in western Yunnan, there are a few accents from other places.

It seems that this corner of the southwest of the motherland is actually full of indescribable excitement; a kind of indescribable, somewhat deformed prosperity.

For a while, not to mention the rookies who were summoned here, there were Ye Yu, King Kong and other members who only participated in foreign missions.

It was Hu Biao and other veterans who, after a few missions, returned to this scene of the Republic of China again, and they all watched with fascination.

Especially a few female students who wore cheongsam-style tops and black skirts during the period of the Republic of China.

The two black braids on their heads were flying, and some of them started to use paste, and some slogans about the War of Resistance were pasted on the walls.

Some of them showed a shy expression, but they mustered up their courage and used their loudest voice to speak loudly to passers-by.

All of the above made their hearts surge.

Seriously!Whether it's hairstyles or clothing.

When these female students are free at the scene, they are all swiping and twisting on their mobile phones, and the special effects and beautification are full of young ladies.

It can be said that it is quite rustic.

Just in conjunction with their behavior, it became extraordinarily beautiful in the eyes of Hu Biao and others.

After thinking of something, Hu Biao spoke in an unprecedented solemn tone, and explained to the team:

"Some people pay attention. I don't care how much you messed up abroad before, but whoever messes around here, be careful that I will chop off your crime tools; after you go back, I won't restore them to you."

"Don't worry, everyone knows."

While walking, while brushing his right hand, the mad dog, who seemed to be planning to shake off the residual stench of the scene, made affirmative promises in his mouth.

Then, many old SPs in the team did not speak, but nodded solemnly.

At the same time, these old SPs took a deep breath one after another, and made preparations to fight to the death in order to defend everything in front of them.

"Okay! These guys aren't hopeless."

Seeing such a scene, Ye Yu thought so much in his heart...

Chapter 632 Joining (10) [Add more 15/[-] for ideals]

A few minutes later, I brought along those novices who believed in Hu Biao's words more and more because they saw more about the mission world along the way.

A group of 51 members of the Zhongzhou team returned to the Earth Temple that served as a shelter.

I don't know if the scam in the system is the reason for helping everyone to make some disguises.

After this group of people came back, none of those who looked like old veterans had any different expressions on the beautiful military uniforms worn by Hu Biao and others.

They continued to look like they had no bones, sitting or lying on the nearby eaves basking in the sun, like a salted fish waiting to be dried, not interested in anything.

After two or three minutes at most, this situation changed significantly.

An Uncle Sam Lend-Lease T234 Dodge truck. .

Amidst the roar of the engine and the constant honking of the horn, it drove in along the narrow street and finally stopped in front of the Earth Temple.

Then, in a burst of fine footsteps.

A lieutenant colonel in a neat military uniform brought a dozen officers and soldiers to the courtyard outside the Earth Temple.

On the head of this lieutenant colonel, he wears an M35 helmet that only the elite of the Central Army can have; on his body, the beautiful woolen military uniform is tightly buttoned.

And when he walked in, his back was straight, not to mention, even the steps under his feet were well measured, and the length of each step was the same.

Therefore, when they saw this person, all the soldiers knew that this guy was not easy to mess with.

That's exactly what happened. After walking in and seeing everyone's laziness, the lieutenant colonel didn't say anything.

Behind him, a young lieutenant wearing glasses directly picked up the brand-new Toms submachine gun in his hand, and fired a round of bullets into the air.

These bullets immediately shattered some of the old tiles on the Earth Temple.

While the shattered tiles rained down, they bounced.

Good guy!At this time, these veterans are more agile than the other.

After the gunshots subsided, the eye boy roared: "Everyone, gather me immediately."

Under such a roar, the veterans and the members of the Zhongzhou team did not dare to delay, and immediately listed several queues loosely.

The main reason is that even Hu Biao and other veterans are impeccable in their military posture, but they are mixed with these senior soldiers.

At first glance, it is called a person of different heights, which is very awkward.

At this time, after entering the door, Lieutenant Colonel Guojun, who was silent, finally opened his mouth; with a resonant voice, he shouted in his mouth:

"Let me introduce, Lao Tzu is Wu Wenting, the Senior Counselor of the Hua Guo Expeditionary Army and the Honorary First Division of the New Eighth Army.

I am not afraid to tell you that the New Eighth Army, which is the general reserve of the expeditionary force, is about to set off to attack Songshan; as long as Songshan is captured, the devils entrenched in Tengchong and Longteng will not be able to hold their positions, and the Yunnan-Myanmar Highway will be completely opened. .

Then, Uncle Sam's guns, tanks, food, clothing, and supplies will be continuously delivered to help us finally defeat the devils. "

When he said this, he pointed to a row of soldiers behind him, and introduced the new weapons one by one:

"See, it's called a Thomson submachine gun. The Jin-made flower mechanism that was only available to the elite around your commander is still an imitation of it, which is more useful.

This is called the M1918 light machine gun, which can shoot farther and has more firepower than the Czech type...; these can be transported in continuously as long as the kilometers are opened. "

When Wu Wenting showed the firearms rescued by Yishui soldiers one by one in front of everyone.

The members of the Central Continent team who don't even know how many games they have played with even the soldiers are properly equipped; they are naturally unmoved by the obviously shrunk aid equipment.

But Hu Biao could clearly see that a group of real veterans, such as the horseman, looked at these weapons with longing in their eyes.

That's because the shrinking equipment configuration of these soldiers is still beyond their imagination.

Seeing such a scene, Wu Wenting changed the tone of his mouth: "But in war, people will die.

At the critical moment of this kind of war, we urgently need combat-capable soldiers to replenish, so I thought of you; you are old oily, cowards, thieves, and liars in the eyes of others.

But I don't think so. I have abandoned my pen and joined the army since the July [-]th Incident, and I climbed up from the status of a big soldier.

Songhu, Jinling, Jiangcheng, Jiujiang, which place has never fought or shed blood; I know what you guys think, you are not afraid of death, what you are afraid of is being cannon fodder again, and the death you are afraid of is worthless.

But it's different now, after fighting for so many years, there are half-sized cubs in the ghost soldiers, and they are almost exhausted.

So, this time we will definitely win; believe me, someone from Wu will stand up and let Lao Tzu lead you to win this battle together, and win the last time happily.

I don't guarantee that you will come back alive, but you must die like a man. "

After finishing speaking, Wu Wenting first unbuttoned his discipline button, and then tore off the stiff woolen military uniform and the snow-white shirt inside.

He revealed his chest in front of everyone.

Just looking at it, many people present took a breath, because it can be said that there is no complete piece of good meat on Lieutenant Colonel Wu's chest.

It's full of dense, bumpy scars.

God knows!How many vicious battles had he fought, and how many injuries had he suffered?It can be said that this guy is still alive, which is a miracle in itself.

do not know?It was this man who used his own scars to prove that he was not so awesome as Mr. Wu, which really made the soldiers present admire him.

Or, these rout soldiers who didn't know they had lost the battle were said to have hit on the things they were most looking forward to.

In the career of losing, retreating, and continuing to lose countless times, they really want to win a battle quickly, even if they let themselves fill this bad life.

Gradually, their eyes began to flicker.

At the beginning, there were many things such as hope, worry, fear, etc., but there was no such numbness and numbness as before.

In the courtyard in front of the Earth Temple, the atmosphere was dead silent for several minutes.

The stable boy who had woken Hu Biao up at the beginning moved. He first tried his best to tidy up his appearance.

There was also the Hunan army uniform that he had been wearing for an unknown amount of time, and this tattered military uniform that had accompanied him almost half of the country in China, after trying to look as decent as possible.

Only then did he stand up and perform a gun salute with his left hand on his chest.

He yelled: "My name is Ma Youzhi, a native of Funan. Don't go to school and can't read. He was the first to fight Xiao Dongyang in Xuzhou. He used to be the 50th company of the 7th Division. He is a senior soldier and the only seedling in the whole company~"

Like a wounded beast, there was an indescribably desolate taste in the howl of loneliness and pain in the stableman's mouth.

It was in the memory that the stable boy would wake up in terror countless times in the middle of the night.

Thousands of people from the 50th Division of the Hunan Army rushed thousands of miles to assist Xuzhou in the great battle of the hometown elders. After being surrounded by the devil's mechanized troops, it was a painful memory that the entire army was almost wiped out.

"I'm sorry, it turns out that he is an old subordinate of General Tan of the 50th Division. He is a man and is listed."

After hearing the words, the young lieutenant, who was already sitting behind a table with a lame leg and started recording with a roster in his hand, began to say so.

It can be regarded as an expression of my respect for this heroic army.

Then, there is nothing more; it's not that the glasses guy is too ruthless, but that in this era of broken mountains and rivers, there are too many things like this.

It's so much that it makes people numb, even accustomed to it.