Chapter 8: What the Future Looks Like

"When Lao Tzu was fighting, your surname Jiao was still breastfeeding, and you still came to teach Lao Tzu how to fight?"

Hu Lijun rolled his eyes and sneered: "Anyway, the position of our third company is like this, if you are not convinced, go to the regiment commander yourself, and the regiment commander will change it if I ask me to change it, otherwise, you will stay where it is cool!" ”

"Company commander, how many years have I finally seen you rise up!"

"It's over, tomorrow's sun is coming out of the west, hahaha......"

The scumbags laughed, it seemed that they were squeezing Hu Lijun, but in fact they were squeezing Jiao Dapeng, no matter how bad their own commander was, it must also be maintained, not to mention that now Hu Lijun is fighting for everyone's interests, it is impossible for them not to speak.

"Okay, okay, wow, when the little devil hits you and you can't stop it, don't think we'll wipe your ass for the second time!"

Jiao Dapeng roared angrily, brushed his sleeves away, and the scumbags shouted behind him: "Company Commander Jiao, if you can't stand it, we will take the initiative to help you, one cake per person is enough......"

Listening to these words in his ears, he stomped his feet straight to Jiao Dapeng's anger, if it weren't for the imminent war, he really wanted to gather the whole company, rush over and beat down those scum one by one, even if he might be locked up because of this, he was willing to admit it.

"Company commander, those turtles in the third company are too bad - do you want to go to the regiment commander to sue him?" The two guards and several veterans who knew the situation were filled with righteous indignation, anger, and shouting and scolding.

"If you're not afraid of being beaten in the dark, go find it!"

Jiao Dapeng's nose was crooked, and now the head of the regiment, Xie Guji, was busy with the deployment and patrol of the position, and he dared to bother him for these things at this time, so it was strange not to be beaten to death by Yang Quanlin's black-hearted and poisonous guy.

Several veterans suddenly got their noses crooked when they thought of this, and scolded: "Is it possible to see the gang of guys who gave birth to sons and no assholes in Sanlian to shit and pee on our heads?" ”

"I'll talk about it when this battle is over - keep an eye on me, if those wastes in the Third Company dare to retreat without an order, they will shoot me directly, and I will bear it if something happens!"

Thinking of the guys in the third company, they shrank back when they started fighting, and this kind of thing of having a son without an asshole is getting worse and worse every time, Jiao Dapeng is disgusted, looked at the position and ordered a few veterans to move Makqin in the direction of the defense line of the third company, you can't watch the devil slip over from the junction and copy everyone's back road, right?

"Company commander, it's all water down there, what should I do?"

The position of the third company was in full swing, but when it was dug less than half a person deep, the water poured up, and this side was close to the sea, the sea level was extremely low, and it was raining again, so the water could not be more normal.

"Keep digging, dig as deep as you can, don't stop!"

Hu Lijun remembered Lu Yuan's words, and said fiercely, he also jumped into the pit, without a shovel, he directly used his hands to dig in the muddy water, and many slags saw that he began to take the lead, and they all worked more energetically.

"Follow in my footsteps, don't step on footprints everywhere!"

In the dense layers of reeds, Lu Yuan took the big bear and Wang Ma pole to move towards the front of the battle line with difficulty, the feet were full of thick silt, and one foot was poured into the straw sandals, and the upper of the straw shoes was torn off in a few clicks, so several people could only hang the straw shoes on their shoulders, and groped forward with bare feet.

After a full step forward of about seven or eight hundred meters, Lu Yuan stopped the two of them, cut a large isolation zone with a knife in the reeds, and then drilled back into the depths of the reeds, and after looking around, he dug a big pit with a shovel in a tidal flat with a slightly open shooting range, and covered up the perimeter.

It didn't take long for Wang Ma Pole and the big dog bear to open the open field of more than ten or twenty meters in the reeds, and from a distance, it looked like an ugly scar in the reeds.

"Do you want to ambush the devil here?"

The big bear looked at Lu Yuan lying in the muddy water with a gloomy expression and said, "Didn't you say that the old devil specializes in machine gunners?" If you're not there, I won't have a machine gun! ”

"Don't worry, when the time comes, when the devil and our group officially exchange fire, I will rush back!"

Lu Yuan said, got up from the muddy water, and then walked back with the two of them along the footprints, observing the surrounding terrain by the way, those places are not easy to hide, those places have the largest shooting range, everything is clear to heart.

He was born in the special forces, long-range sniping is his forte, he doesn't want to participate in these wars, but since he has come to this battlefield, he must do the duty of a soldier - defending the family and the country has always been a soldier's duty!

"Deserter, I thought your turtle ran away again!"

Seeing the three of them coming back, the scum laughed and scolded, but their expressions were full of intimacy - for a group of illiterate guys, vulgar scolding is their way of expressing their emotions.

Lu Yuan jumped into the trench full of muddy water, almost reaching the position of his chest, and then estimated the sky, it was estimated that there was still more than an hour before dawn, so he said: "Commander, I feel that it is almost over, let the brothers rest first, as soon as the morning dawns, the devil should come!" ”

"Don't you cut down the reeds around here? If the Japanese army rushed out of it...... "There is a suggestion of scum, and I praise my wit."

Lu Yuan glanced at him and said, "Save some effort, the Japanese will help us cut it!" ”

"The little devil is so kind?"

The scum didn't believe it, they resolutely didn't believe it, and they were ready to pull out the lack of virtue that the eighteenth generation of the little devil ancestors they had heard of were all counted, and they put on a disbelief to distinguish it.

"The little devil has such a good heart, Lao Tzu ate the ball!" The monkey spirit swears by the guarantee.

It's just that Lu Yuan is too lazy to take care of them.

"Alright, everyone's resting!"

Now Hu Lijun has obeyed Lu Yuan's words, and the scumbags who have long been bored in this muddy water are screaming to run backwards, although there is mud everywhere, but they finally feel that it is safer to lie in the back, and lie down more comfortably.

"Go to the reeds, the trenches are stretched into a line, and that is definitely the area where the devils are bombed!"

Lu Yuan said: "And our trenches extend into the reeds, and we can enter the position faster!" ”

The scum did not have the slightest objection, they were a group of people who had been pushed and driven away from birth, at first by food and fate, by the commander when they entered the army, and now by the long way.

They are always like this, pushed, driven forward, rarely thinking why, they have a simple and rough mind, and perhaps they are vaguely aware that they have never been in charge of their own destiny, even death.

But even if they are aware, they are too lazy to change, or they are powerless to change.

In this era of great chaos in the world, the people are hungry and full of food, although they may die on the battlefield, at least they will not be starved to death, but it is difficult to say if they leave the army, so they chose to accept their fate.

Lu Yuan held a bag of dead branches and grass and leaves, etc., to cover up the trenches that had just been dug up, and even those fake trenches that were about 20 meters ahead.

Although it was impossible to hide from the Japanese commander, his only hope was that the trenches that the brothers had worked so hard to dig would not collapse the Japanese planes and shells, and there would be no place to hide from the bullets.

Hu Lijun didn't rest either, he was doing the same thing behind Lu Yuan's ass, he had experienced many wars, mostly civil wars in the Sichuan army, and he had never fought with the little devils.

So he didn't understand what the point of Lu Yuan doing this, after all, the commander of every unit is not a fool, and if you look at it from a distance, you can find such a simple disguise, but he is still doing it, he can't see through Lu Yuan, so he is willing to believe that he must have his reasons for doing this.

All the more because it doesn't hurt to do so.

Jiao Dapeng was also looking through the binoculars, and several veterans around him were screaming: "Those two turtles are stupid to be little Japan, and they can't recognize whether they are ridges or trenches if they are stained with a few blades of grass......

"Shut up!"

Jiao Dapeng glared at a few people hatefully and said, "Who is the big man next to the surnamed Hu?" I haven't seen it before - although the surname Hu is damaged, he can't think of the idea of losing his home today, and it is estimated that it was the idea given by the bastard next to him! ”

"A deserter!"

A few veterans who knew a little bit of the inside story laughed and scolded: "Hu Lijun is an iron rooster, in order to save this baby, he actually went out of five oceans, and I don't know if it is his wild seed outside, hahaha......"

"It turned out to be a gutless bandit - it was a good match for the scum under his hands!"

As soon as he heard that it was a deserter, Jiao Dapeng had no interest in even taking a closer look, and his original intention to go over and ask them why they did this was scattered, and he asked a deserter for advice on how to fight? He can't afford to lose this man!

"Lu Yuan, do you think we can win this battle?"

Hu Lijun straightened his waist and said with a sad face: "I joined the army in the 12th year of the Republic of China, and I have fought for more than ten years, I will fight this today, and I will fight that tomorrow, and I will fight a good China, and I don't know what a ...... that day was."

It was an indescribable sadness, the feeling of a soldier watching his country fall apart, it was heartbreaking.

Lu Yuan always thought that the people of the Third Company were soulless, and it was only now that he found out that maybe Hu Lijun had, although he had no culture, and he could write his own name, which was also forced out for the convenience of leading the army.

But at this moment, the grief in him that he was powerless to see the mountains and rivers shattered was so real.

He remembered Hu Lijun's angry roar at him, what's wrong with filling the pit, we are going to fight devils!

His eyes moistened, and he realized that that sentence contained how deeply guilty Hu Lijun, as a soldier, felt for the country becoming what it is now.

"If you can win, good will definitely triumph over evil, I'm sure!" The road is far away.

"I don't know if I can see that day...... "Hu Lijun sighed long.

"Yes, yes!"

Lu Yuandao, he wanted to tell the sad soldier in front of him that we can not only defeat Little Japan, but also the Yankees, we can build a strong China, no one dares to underestimate us anymore, we can bully people, but no one wants to bully us!

But he didn't say it after all, no soldier doesn't want his country to become like that, but everything in front of him makes those things seem so far away, like a false lie.