The little devils had strict military discipline and were punctual in carrying out the changing of the guard, although they only routinely walked around the top of the bunker.

If the Chinese soldiers were replaced, in such hot weather, without the supervision of the commander, the Chinese soldiers would not come out at all. This phenomenon abounds in every theater of war in the country, most of the soldiers are mixed with food, mixed day is a day, there are very few soldiers who really want to kill the enemy for the country, and compared with the Japanese soldiers who have been brainwashed by ****, the difference is not one or two levels, plus weapons, supplies, and all-round backwardness, so it is reasonable to be defeated and retreat on the battlefield and low morale.

The most important thing is that most of the soldiers in China lack systematic military training, and many soldiers eat mixed rice when they arrive at the barracks, and when they really go to the battlefield, they can only fill up the number of people, and when the guns are fired, they either lie motionless in the trenches, or they just turn around and run, shaking the morale of the army.

So, the Overseer came into being.

The Japanese soldiers were highly disciplined, strictly abided by military rules during combat, and were brave and ferocious.

The morale of the Chinese soldiers is decadent, the style of work from top to bottom is lazy, most of them have yellow faces and thin muscles, weak bodies, and when the gun goes out, the first thing that comes to mind is how to dodge 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 got up from the sand, did not shake off the sand on their bodies, no longer followed the camel's footprints but found another way to move forward quickly, Xu Zheyou specially held the branches, walked backwards, and swept away the footprints left on the sand.

When there were still four hundred meters away from the turret, the team slowed down, and more than a dozen people ran in the sand together, not without sound, at this time there was no wind in the desert, and a little sound quietly could attract the attention of the little devil.

Four hundred meters, two minutes, no problem for Yan Zhi's soldiers and Nie Yuanfeng, Nalan Xinghui and Ava are very tenacious and can persevere, but the three American GIs who are easy to sweat, a little obese, and close to getting rid of weakness are not sure that they will run to the edge of the bunker within two minutes, especially Matt Baker, an atomic bomb expert who lacks exercise, if he falls in the middle of these four hundred meters, all the efforts of the team will be in vain.

For the sake of safety and safety, after the ninth 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 costs to run in the desert under the scorching sun near noon.

It was too hot in the sand, and the sweat that came out of the human body was dried by the scorching heat in the sand in an instant.

Nalan Xinghui and Ava's endurance is stronger than Nie Yuanfeng, Hong Long, and Liu Yunfei.

Matt Baker, Hoel Robles, Ed. Sanchez, panting like a cow lying in the sand, couldn't help but curse in a low voice why the damn little devil would choose to kill people in this hellish place.

Zhao Fugui has always hated Ed. Sanchez and the others initially laughed at the Chinese soldier's small short legs for not running fast, he leaned on the side of several American GIs with the Zhongzheng rifle, and said in a weird manner: "Why do you pee on this little marching intensity?" The little devil who is not as good as the beast kills people, is it difficult to choose a cool and fast feng shui treasure land? ”

Although Hoel Robles and the others couldn't understand what Zhao Fugui said, looking at his nostrils facing up, they knew that there was absolutely no good words in the mouth of this person named Zhao Lao. No way, who calls himself no one is heat-resistant, no one is hot-resistant.

Yan Zhi was lying in the sand, almost on fire, feeling that if he lay down for a while, his clothes would burn, and at this time, it would be nice if there was a cold beer.

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

"Zhao Laoxuan."

Fang You blurted out.

When the little devil on the bunker showed his head and turned around and retracted, Yan Zhi and Zhao Fugui took the lead in running to the iron gate at the bottom of the bunker, ready to open the lock, and the rest of the people ran to the bottom of the bunker in turn, scattered, and leaned against the wall.

The wall was like a furnace, and as soon as the soldiers' bodies were glued to the wall, they reflexively popped out, and the temperature on the wall was ridiculously high, and if you tied people to the wall, they could be roasted alive.

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

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

The arm-thick bolt and huge iron lock made the three American GIs not calm again, shrugging their shoulders and making helpless expressions to each other.

There is no shortage of people in the Brothers who steal chickens and dogs, such as Zhao Fugui.

Although Zhao Fugui was killed, he did not admit that he had done the business of stealing chickens and touching dogs, he said that when he was a bandit, he specially found trouble with the landlord and old wealth, and learned to pick locks. Every time Zhao Fugui said this, the soldiers of the brothers coaxed: "Who believes it!" ”

Zhao Fugui will put on a face of an old fritter: "I don't believe it." ”

Zhao Fugui stood by the iron gate, reached out and took off his shoes hanging on his shoulders,

changed the little devil's shoes in the jungle, and his own shoes were worn smoothly, and he was not willing to throw them away.

After tinkering with the inside and outside of the two shoes a few times, Zhao Fugui's face suddenly changed, he licked his dry and blistered lips, his hands trembled a little, and he groped in a panic on his body: "The little iron ...... who unlocked the lock The iron bar was lost. ”

Although Yan Zhi is a top international killer, he has never learned the skill of unlocking, the 21st century is all high-tech, powerful people, who still uses big iron locks.

Yan Zhi subconsciously looked at Nalan Xinghui and Ava's heads, didn't it be said in martial arts novels that you can use a woman's hairpin to pick the lock?

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

Yan Zhi looked at his watch, and there were still three minutes: "Don't worry, look for it slowly, is it somewhere else?" ”

Yan Zhi didn't say that it was okay, Zhao Fugui's sweat suddenly stayed, now is the critical moment, if you can't open this lock, it will cause a lot of trouble.

If you can't open this door, you can only continue to walk south, lying in the sand nest every ten minutes, and you have to completely get out of the sight of the little devil's telescope, and it is estimated that everyone will have to be roasted by the sand in the end.

"Over the years, I have always put the guy who picks the lock in the sole of my shoe, and my heart is porcelain, how can I ...... this time" Zhao Fugui said as he put his hand in his hair and groped for it. If it weren't for Ava and Nalan Xinghui on the side, he would definitely go to the big pants to find it.

Wu Zhonghua scolded in a low voice: "Zhao Laojiao, are you good at it?" No time. ”

Zhao Fugui panicked, completely lost the ease with which the old oilman coped, he scolded in a low voice: Shut up on your dog days, labor and management are looking for it, can't you see it? ”

Nalan Xinghui whispered to Wu Zhonghua: "Don't rush him, the more you urge at this time, the more anxious you are." ”

Yan Zhi looked at his watch, there were still two minutes, and the little devil was about to come out, fortunately, the bottom of this bunker was thin and thick, and as long as the people below were close to the bunker, it was difficult for the people above to see.

I don't know, what the little devil built such a bunker for.

Yan Zhi touched the wall of the bunker with his palm, it was so hot that it didn't take five minutes to roast people.

"Everyone is ready, there's still a minute." Yan Zhi looked at his watch and said in a low voice.

Zhao Fugui squatted on the ground, searched every part of his shoes several times, squatted on the sand, and sweat droplets the size of beans appeared on his forehead, muttering to himself: "It's over, the guy who ate is lost." ”

"Quack, quack, quack, quack......"

Suddenly, footsteps came from inside the bunker.