The Rise of the Scum of the Heavens

It's just that in such a process, some small scenes that are not worth mentioning happened.

Let Hu Biao, and a group of other team members, their souls were baptized again; so that in the ensuing battle, they became more fierce than ever...

That was at that time, after Hu Biao had just finished eating a chocolate bar that was so sweet that it choked his throat, he picked up a handful from a clean snowdrift near his feet and stuffed it into his mouth.

In the end, the cold snow took a bite, Yuan Qijiu, the current acting company commander of the first battalion and third company, supported his body with a rifle, and walked towards him with a limp.

After walking to Hu Biao's side, he didn't say anything, but showed a rather embarrassed expression.

Seeing this, the Hu Biao Alliance threw away the snow in his hand, and by the way, wiped his mouth with Zhang Xixi's sleeve, and asked proactively:

"Captain Yuan, are those cans not enough for the soldiers to eat? It doesn't matter, we have a lot here, and we are full today."

really!In Hu Biao's current account, there are still more than 100 system points left.

In normal times, for such a stingy thing, one point would be broken in half to use; now, as long as these people can eat it, he will use it all for food, and there will be no points hesitate.

Because he knew that many of these people would have their last meal.

No matter what they eat, they can afford it, let alone a little canned food and biscuits.

Unexpectedly, after the other party opened his mouth, he made an unbelievable request from Hu Biao: "Commander Hu, are you literate? Or are there any comrades in your battalion who can read?"

Under Hu Biao's surprised eyes, Yuan Qijiu explained with some embarrassment in his mouth:

"At the beginning of the battle, seeing the big soldiers with so many tanks and cannons, and many planes laying eggs and strafing in the sky, everyone knew that today it seemed that they would be honored here.

In fact, many soldiers are beginning to think about something in their hearts. If they can leave a suicide note to their family members before they die, it would be great to explain a few words.

But the previous battle was too intense, and there was no time at all.

There is time now, but our company commander and instructor are dead; Zhou Wenshu, who is a cultural man of all treasures, was cut off half of his head by shrapnel during the battle, and he was also sacrificed.

Even Deputy Company Commander Xiao Zhang, who knows a little bit about everything, is undergoing surgery now.

Don't be afraid of your jokes, the rest of the fighters are all rough; for example, I have studied in a literacy class for a few days, but my brain is stupid, and it is difficult to write my own name, so I really can't do this kind of thing.

No!Let me ask you, are there any literate comrades? "

"It's okay. We happen to have two old comrades here. They both studied in private schools for several years. It's no problem to write or write. You can just talk about what you want to write."

After finally figuring out the situation, Hu Biao answered solemnly.

He didn't explain that the real culture of these people at the scene is clear, and the bacon among them is a top student in a prestigious school like Yale.

Although I am a three-book student, I can still be considered a college student.

Even the little Huang* Mao Zhuifeng in the past stumbled to the sophomore year of high school; in the current years, they all belong to the category of intellectuals.

The reason for this is that he was worried about this Yuan Qijiu, and he would never let Xianrou and others fight.

Or in other words, they will try their best to cover them in the battle, causing themselves to die first.

The reason is very simple. In the simple cognition of these people, knowing that such a great cultural person survived can play a greater role for such a newborn Guo Jia.

So they would rather die by themselves than protect these people as much as possible.

He only intends to let Uncle Chu and Po Luo, the two old comrades of the team, play the game.

The reason is also very simple. Others don't remember how to write traditional Chinese characters very well. If there are some simplified Chinese characters mixed in, wouldn't it cause trouble...

*******

From the other party's hand, after taking over a pen and a small notebook that are said to be the commander of their first battalion and third company, a pen that was extremely precious during his lifetime.

After Po Luo straightened his back, he casually asked, "Finally, what do you want to write?"

Faced with such a simple question, Yuan Qijiu was a man who was facing a powerful enemy, as well as huge casualties on his own side, as well as multiple injuries to himself.

For a moment, he was at a loss and became extremely cramped.

He murmured something in a low voice, and it took a full 30 seconds before he said: "Father, mother, baby, I am not filial. It looks like I am going to die here today. From now on I'm afraid there is no way to be filial to you two elders.

But I don't regret it, the leaders of the army said.

If you don't beat these Western devils away, the bald head will definitely find a chance to kill them back; take away the land and cattle we just allocated, so that we will never live a good life.

Since ancient times, loyalty and filial piety can't be both, so I'm here to kowtow to you to make up for it.

Fortunately, the second brother in the family is grown up now, and he is a young man, so let him do more work at home; when my pension comes down, I will give him a good wife. From now on, he will be the pillar of our old Yuan's family up.

The third brother told him step by step, don't keep clamoring to join the army.

If you keep yelling, give him a good spanking, tell him that we will finish the battle for him, let him go to school hard, and learn scientific and cultural knowledge to be successful.

As for the lotus in the next village, tell him not to wait for me..."

Chapter 796 War Begins (Two Chapters in One)

"Father, mother must take care of your health, Goudan kowtows to you here~"

The acting company commander of the first battalion and the third company, Yuan Qijiu, a soldier of the volunteer army, rambled on and on for two to three minutes before finally stopping his narration.

Then, face southwest.

That is where his hometown is, and he knelt down on the ground with his knees heavily.

While shouting so loudly in his mouth, he kowtowed on the ground continuously, one, two, three consecutive kowtows.

Looking at the scene in front of them, everyone in the Zhongzhou team felt similarly heavy, and didn't feel that there was anything wrong with the actions of the volunteer soldier in front of him.

It is his responsibility as a soldier to stand firm and fight to the death.

Kowtowing to the location of his hometown is what he did as a son based on the guilt in his heart, and he had no choice but to do it. There is actually no conflict between the two.

In short, after seeing such a scene.

At that time, I was holding an old-fashioned pen in my hand, and on my knee was writing what Yuan Qijiu said before. I felt that the light pen tip suddenly became heavy.

And at a little further away, another group of people gathered.

Such a group of people, facing the scene Yuan Qijiu tossed about, didn't even pay a second glance.

Of course, it's not that these people are a little insensitive, and even such a situation can't arouse the emotional resonance in their hearts.

Just here, there are also some exciting things happening.

There were several soldiers from the volunteer army waiting to write their suicide notes, as well as members of Zhongzhou watching the excitement, surrounding Uncle Chu.

A real age is only 32 years old, but because of the weathered look on his face, he looks like a volunteer soldier who is at least 40 years old.

While smoking a cigarette, he muttered in his mouth:

"Daughter-in-law, today's artillery and plane bombing is the most ruthless I have encountered, it seems that I can't go back here.

I was thinking that you are still young now, and your baby is still young; all the family affairs fall on one person, or you should find another person to marry.

The baby is not sensible now, it doesn't matter if he changed his surname early, after changing his surname, people can treat him better..."

Written, written, Uncle Chu, a man in his 40s, couldn't help it under the sore nose.

As an old father and a husband, he didn't know that as a gentleman, who would want his daughter-in-law to remarry with the child after he was completely cold, and even changed the child's surname.

But in order to let their wives and children live better after their own death, it is a last resort choice.

Seeing the volunteer soldiers in front of him say the above in a flat tone, Uncle Chu's tears fell into the "ba da~" and fell on a piece of cigarette paper used as a carrier for the suicide note in his hand superior.

Some of the beautiful traditional Chinese characters above were wetted, which made them look a little blurry.

The rest of the team saw Uncle Chu's performance, and they didn't laugh at Uncle Chu because of it.

We are also gentlemen, and we also have some empathy for this situation.

So the person with red eyes at this moment is not just Uncle Chu alone; to be precise, the number of people in the Zhongzhou team surrounding him are all in this situation now.

If there was anyone who was different, it was the fake foreign devil Jason, who wanted to save face.

After realizing that there were actually a few warm tears that slid out from the eye sockets and slipped into the mouth, there was a slight salty taste.

In order not to be afraid that people would see that he was crying, he would appear a little ashamed.

He raised his sleeve, quickly wiped the back of his eyes, and cursed in a slightly hoarse voice:

"What the hell! The weather here in Goryeo is really strange. It's either snowing or raining, and there's no bright spot~"

In fact, the weather at this moment is cloudless, except for the lower temperature, it can be said to be a rare good weather in winter.

But such a nonsense has won considerable approval.

"Yeah, this is the bad weather in Goryeo~" the little white-collar at said in his mouth.

At the same time, taking advantage of such an opportunity, he quickly wiped it on his eye sockets.

In short, in the so-called last words of these ordinary volunteer soldiers, there is not much grandiose content and reasoning, and more of them are chatting with family members, all kinds of trivial words.

On the contrary, it was these plain and trivial words that made Hu Biao and the others from the modern plane even more irritated.

A general, strong resonance and stimulation from the soul.

Because every volunteer soldier usually spends two to three minutes to fully express what he has in mind.

There are still a large number of seriously injured among them, who are still in a coma.

There is no way to leave any last words for them.

Therefore, after spending about ten minutes, when Po Gong wrote a last word of about one hundred and fifty to a man from Anhui Province.

Suddenly, I was surprised to find that no new people came over.

For this reason, he looked up and looked around, pointed at a young soldier who was about the same age as Zhang Quansheng, and shouted:

"Comrade, I remember you haven't written it yet, right? Hurry up and take advantage of the fact that the soldiers are still bombarding the positions. I will write everything you have to say and whoever you are talking to."

After hearing the words, the young soldier smiled freely:

"Thank you uncle, no! Comrade, I am an orphan. My father died at the hands of devils when I was three years old. My mother left me and remarried and went to another place. There has been no news for so many years, so I have not heard of it for a long time. What kind of family."

Hearing this, Po Luo suddenly became a little speechless.

But after the little soldier changed his mind, he seemed to remember something else, so he changed his mind again, and said again:

"When I was a child, I was raised by the folks in the Daliushu Village, with hundreds of meals for you and me.

I originally thought that when I grow up, I will repay the folks, such as Uncle Wang and Aunt Ma who took care of me back then.