my battlefield my company

Chapter 170 Zhao Fugui's Helmet
The C-47 is a big guy.

The independent company has 140 people, one person died in the battle, Chu Ergou, and Nalan Xinghui was temporarily added, which is still 140 people.

But Nalan Xinghui and the officials took another plane and flew to the United States a few days earlier to make preparations first.

Together with 22 elites drawn from various theaters across the country, a total of 160 nine people went to the United States together.

The elites from various theaters have seen a lot, while the soldiers of the independent company are flying for the first time, looking up at the big guy in front of them, they are all at a loss.

The store bullies customers.

The size of the plane made soldiers feel very small.

They usually just look up at the fighter jets flying overhead in the sky, and this is the first time they have seen such a big guy appear in front of them.

The Mustang P-51A I saw in the desert was nothing compared to the -C47 in front of me, not at the same level.

The soldiers of the Brotherhood Company are neatly dressed. Except for the center-positive rifles they are used to, they are completely new from the inside out. Even the helmets are brand new. The blue sky and white sun emblem is printed on the front of the helmet, and the company emblem is embroidered on the left shoulder of the brand-new military uniform—— —Wake up the lion.

Everyone lined up in several columns and waited to board the plane, all excited.

The cabin entrance was opened from the inside of the aircraft.

Soldiers have hot eyes...

because,

Two blond and blue-eyed female soldiers walked out from the entrance of the plane, wearing pink berets and long curly hair, perfectly interpreting their style and heroic hair.

"Hello!"

The female soldiers looked at a group of Chinese soldiers with thin faces and thin bodies, and waved and greeted them warmly.

"Clam hug!"

A few courageous soldiers responded with poor oral English.

In a group of people, as long as one of them gets fat first, the rest of the guts will follow suit.

Some soldiers say "hello"

Some "Hello!"

Others just said "Okay"

No way, the accents are different in different places, and the pronunciation is naturally different.

The two American female soldiers smiled naturally and happily. They could tell that these Chinese soldiers were simple and shy, and their English was even worse.

It's fun to talk lame.

The two female soldiers were very warm and polite, smiling with bright teeth.

The U.S. military has an order to treat Chinese guests warmly. They are outstanding and good friends of the United States.

The soldiers stepped onto the C-47 in order.

The two American female soldiers were so enthusiastic that the faces of every soldier who got on the plane were still flushed.

Yan Zhi felt very helpless looking at these creatures under his command. They were fierce and calm on the battlefield, but when they saw a beautiful girl, they all became like cats, blushing like monkeys when they said something Same.

Entering the interior of the plane, the soldiers stretched out their hands to touch the interior of the plane before they could sit down.

I'm a good boy, this plane is really nice!

It's so big!

After taking this plane, I have gained another capital to pretend to be aggressive.

The soldiers only hated that the moment they boarded the plane, their relatives, friends and neighbors did not see it. At this time, it would be great if they had a camera. The little friends in the village are envious, even those big and famous people in the village, when they see themselves dressed up like this, they fly to the United States on such a big guy's plane to participate in the celebration of the UN General Assembly. The family looked at it differently.

Although there are tens of thousands of soldiers, but this soldier is a bit different.

Remember, alas, the General Assembly of the United Nations!Not a cat or a dog can go.

The engine of the plane made a huge roar, and immediately, the soldiers' blood boiled with excitement. It was the first time to fly to the United States in such a large plane, which was an honor.

In China, the best unit is the 74th Division with American equipment.

Is Division 74 better than us?

When we went to the United States, we will receive a heroic reception. We helped the United States regain the blueprint of the atomic bomb (confidential, and cannot be disclosed to the outside world), and we have helped the Americans a lot. Even President Roosevelt of the United States will receive us.

Is Division 74 better than us?

of course not.

The soldiers of the Brotherhood of Brothers looked at the white clouds passing by, and felt as if they were flying through the clouds and fog in a dream.

It feels a little unreal.

Not long ago, they were all prisoners on death row, waiting to eat a peanut and kick their legs and braids to eat dirt, but now they are all heroes, military elites who have high hopes from the old man in Chongqing and the highest commander in the war zone.

The soldiers knew that it was all thanks to Officer Yan.

Without Officer Yan, most of them would bear the shame and be buried in the sunless loess.

After watching Huizhou City and watching the war zone gradually move away from sight, the soldiers were not happy for a long time, when the plane encountered a storm, and the fuselage shook and bumped violently.

Soldiers who were flying for the first time became uneasy.

Two American female soldiers told the soldiers, don't worry, the C-47 is the best plane in the world, and it can take us to the United States safely.

The plane was getting more and more turbulent, going in and out of the clouds, like a small boat, bobbing up and down with the waves in the endless sea.

The soldiers couldn't take it anymore.

The excitement just now is gone now, and now they just want to get off the plane.

Still on the ground.

Yan Zhi frowned, feeling a little dizzy and feeling a little nauseous.

Although he often flew by plane before crossing, the C-47 at this time is far from the Airbus 21 in the 308st century in terms of comfort and performance.

The smell in the cabin is too bad.

The soldiers couldn't stand it any longer.

The internal organs are about to be shaken out.

The sudden ghostly weather caught all the crew members a little off guard. The two American female soldiers knew that this group of Chinese soldiers would not be able to hold on for long and began to vomit.

But they have no choice.

If these more than 100 people vomit, the plane will be a mess.

It's scary even thinking about it.

Finally someone couldn't hold back anymore.

It was Zhao Fugui.

Yes, it's Mr. Zhao, who ate a lot before boarding the plane.

Zhao Fugui hoped that he was not the first person to vomit, so he kept desperately holding on to prevent the overwhelming rice that had reached his throat from vomiting out.Such a clean and beautiful plane, if I let myself spit out the first mouthful, I will become the laughing stock of the entire company from now on.

He doesn't want to be No.1, although he knows that others will eventually throw up too.

In fact, everyone who felt like throwing up at this time thought this way in their hearts, wishing that someone would take the lead.

When the plane just rushed out of the sky, and bumped into another dark cloud, Zhao Fugui finally couldn't stand it anymore.

Zhao Fugui had an idea, took off his helmet,
uproar……

"Fucking Mr. Zhao for picking ghosts!"

So the astonishing standard action of taking off the helmets appeared in the cabin.

The soldiers began to vomit.

Yan Zhi was fine at first, but the smell in the cabin was too strong, and he felt a little sick.

Seeing Zhao Fugui's gut-wrenching look beside him, Yan Zhi frowned: "Be careful, don't spray into the cabin." He glanced casually at Zhao Fugui's helmet as he spoke.

Last night, the military headquarters in the theater sent a large amount of fish and meat, and everyone in the independent company ate and drank. The fish that was not eaten last night was eaten again before boarding the plane today.

Inside Zhao Fugui's helmet was the fat pork that had just been eaten and hadn't been fully digested, and it shook grumblingly with the turbulence of the plane.

When the officer said this, Zhao Fugui was about to spit out a mouthful, but swallowed it back with a "grunt".

Yan Zhi couldn't restrain the nausea in his heart any longer, and before he had time to scold, "Damn Zhao Laogou", he quickly took off his helmet and vomited.

(End of this chapter)