my battlefield my company

Chapter 134
The little devils have strict military discipline, and they are very punctual in performing the task of changing the guard, although they are only routinely turning around the top of the bunker.

If the Chinese soldiers were replaced, in such hot weather, without the supervision of the chief, the Chinese soldiers would not come out at all.This phenomenon can be seen everywhere in every war zone in the country. Most of the soldiers are living for nothing, day after day. There are very few soldiers who really want to kill the enemy for the country. It is comparable to the Japanese soldiers brainwashed by the Communist Party. Compared with the difference, the difference is not one or two levels, plus weapons, supplies, all behind, so it is reasonable to retreat on the battlefield and morale is low.

The most important thing is that most soldiers in China lack systematic military training. Many soldiers go to the barracks to make a living. When they actually go to the battlefield, they can only fill their numbers. When the gunshots are fired, they either lie motionless in the trenches or Just turn around and run, shaking the morale of the army.

Therefore, the supervisory team came into being.

The Japanese soldiers were well-disciplined, strictly followed the military rules in combat, and were brave and brutal.

The morale of the Chinese soldiers was sluggish, and they acted slack from top to bottom. Most of them were sallow and thin, and their bodies were weak. When the gun was fired, the first thing they thought of was how to escape and how to escape.This is the most objective comparison and portrayal of Chinese and Japanese soldiers during World War II.

When the little devil retracted into the bunker, the team members climbed up from the sand without shaking off the sand on their bodies, and instead of following the camel's footprints, they found another way to move forward quickly. Go, sweep away the footprints left on the sand.

When there were still 400 meters away from the gun tower, the small team slowed down, and a dozen people ran together in the sand, not without sound. attention.

400 meters, 2 minutes, is no problem for Yan Zhi's soldiers and Nie Yuanfeng and others. Nalan Xinghui and Ai Wa are very tenacious and can persist, but the three are prone to sweating, a little obese, and the United States is close to collapse. The soldiers, who were not sure about running to the edge of the bunker within 2 minutes, especially Matt Baker, an atomic bomb expert who lacked exercise, if he fell down during the 400 meters, all the efforts of the team would be in vain.

For safety and security, after the 9th minute, the team could only lie dormant in the sand again.

Those who have not marched in the hot desert will not know how much it consumes running in the desert under the scorching sun near noon.

The sand is too hot, and the sweat from the human body is instantly dried by the heat in the sand.

Nalan Xinghui and Ai Wa's endurance is stronger than that of Nie Yuanfeng, Hong Long, and Liu Yunfei.

Matt Baker, Joel Robres, and Ed Sanchez, panting like cows lying on the sand, couldn't help cursing in a low voice why the damn kid chose to kill people in this damn place.

Zhao Fugui has always hated Ed Sanchez. They first laughed at the Chinese soldiers with short legs and couldn't run fast. He leaned beside several American soldiers with his Zhongzheng rifle in his arms, and said in a strange way: "How can you piss with such a marching intensity? Beasts." It’s not as good as a little devil who kills people, so why choose a cool and cool place with good geomantic omen?”

Although Joel Robles and the others couldn't understand what Zhao Fugui was saying, but looking at his face with his nostrils upturned, he knew that this man named Zhao Laogou had absolutely nothing good to say.There is no way, no one told me that no one can withstand heat, no one can withstand exercise.

Yan Zhi was lying on the sand, his whole body was almost on fire, feeling that if he lay down for a while, his clothes would burn. At this time, if only there was some cold beer.

Thinking of ice beer, Yan Zhi cursed a few words, licked his chapped lips, and asked Fang You beside him in a low voice: "Who will pick the lock."

"Old Zhao."

Fang You blurted out.

When the little devil on the bunker turned around and retreated, Yan Zhi and Zhao Fugui ran to the iron gate at the bottom of the bunker first, and were about to unlock it. wall.

The wall was like a furnace. The soldiers just stuck to the wall, and bounced out like a conditioned reflex. The temperature on the wall was ridiculously high. If people were tied to the wall, they would be roasted to death.

On the edge of the bunker, more bones were densely scattered.

There are two doors at the bottom of the bunker, one is a secret door, and the door is locked inside. What Zhao Fugui wants to open is this thick iron door that can only accommodate two people in and out at the same time. There is a huge iron lock on the iron door And a lock bolt as thick as an arm.

The arm-thick lock and the huge iron lock made the three American soldiers uneasy again, shrugging their shoulders and making helpless expressions to each other.

There is no shortage of sneaky people in Band of Brothers, such as Zhao Fugui.

Even though Zhao Fugui was beaten to death, he did not admit that he had done stealing. He said that when he was a bandit, he was looking for trouble with the landlord Lao Cai, and learned how to pick locks.Every time Zhao Fugui said this, the soldiers of the Company of Brothers would boo: "Who the hell believe it!"

Zhao Fugui will put on an old-fashioned face: "I don't believe it."

Zhao Fugui stood by the iron gate, reached out and took off his pair of shoes hanging from his shoulders,
After changing the little devil's shoes in the jungle, his own pair of shoes fit well, so he was not willing to throw them away.

After fiddling in and out of the two shoes for a few times, Zhao Fugui's face suddenly changed drastically. He licked his dry and blistered lips, his hands trembling, and fumbled on his body in a panic: "Little iron to unlock... Tie Tie strip lost."

Although Yan Zhi is a top killer in the world, he has never learned the skill of picking locks. The 21st century is full of high-tech, powerful people, who still use big iron locks.

Yan Zhi subconsciously looked at the heads of Nalan Xinghui and Ai Wa. Didn't martial arts novels say that locks can be opened with women's hair clips?

But Ava and Nalan Xinghui both have short hair, so there are no hairpins.

Yan Zhi looked at his watch, there were still 3 minutes left: "Don't worry, look slowly, did you put it somewhere else?"

It's okay if Yan Zhi doesn't say anything, Zhao Fugui's sweat immediately stays, now is the critical moment, if you can't open this lock, you will cause a lot of trouble.

If you can't open this door, you can only continue to walk south. You have to lie down in the sand nest every 10 minutes. If you want to completely get out of the sight of the kid's telescope, everyone will be roasted by the sand in the end.

"Over the years, I've always put the guy who picks the lock on the sole of my shoe, and I'm so sure about it, why this time..." Zhao Fugui inserted his hand into his hair and started groping.If it weren't for Ava and Nalan Xinghui, he would definitely look for it in the big underpants.

Wu Zhonghua scolded in a low voice: "Old Zhao, are you fucking good at it? There's no time."

Zhao Fugui panicked, completely lost the old oily style of coping with ease, he cursed in a low voice: Shut up, you bastard, labor and management are looking for you, can't you see? "

Nalan Xinghui whispered to Wu Zhonghua: "Don't urge him, the more you urge him, the more urgent you are."

Yan Zhi looked at his watch, and the little devil was about to come out in 2 minutes. Fortunately, the bottom of this bunker is thick and the top is thick. As long as the people below are close to the bunker, the people above are hard to see.
I don't know why the little devil built such a bunker.

Yan Zhi touched the wall of the bunker with his palm, it was so damn hot, it would take less than 5 minutes to cook a person.

"Everyone is ready, there is one minute left." Yan Zhi looked at his watch and whispered.

Zhao Fugui squatted on the ground, searched every nook and cranny of the shoes several times, and squatted on the sand with his ass squatting on the sand. There were bean-sized sweat drops on his forehead, and he muttered to himself: "It's over, it's over, The diner is lost."

"Crack, blah, blah..."

Suddenly, footsteps came from inside the bunker.

(End of this chapter)