It was night in Seluda. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

The blizzard became more and more intense, and the biting cold wind rolled up large flakes of snow.

The fat man sat slumped in the trench, stunned. It's been days of fighting, and it's even more thrilling than when he's on a stealth mission. The fat man saw with his own eyes that the Federation warriors were being greatly reduced under the fierce siege of the Empire, and more and more warriors around him were killed.

In the face of drastic attrition, front-line fighters are also faced with a lack of food and clothing. In such a cold and bitter cold weather, everyone was freezing because of the lack of warm clothing. In addition to this, almost most of the people have not eaten for a whole day.

This first line of defense should soon be abandoned.

A person came out from behind the fat man, and then patted him on the shoulder, "Brother Li, why don't you sleep yet?" The fat man had already guessed who the person was, and he turned his head slightly to look at Qin Zimo.

Seeing that the fat man just turned his head lazily and didn't even say a word, Qin Zimo had to find an ammunition box and sit down on his back. After taking it out of his body for a while, Qin Zimo had two more cigarettes in his hand.

Taking the cigarette handed over by Qin Zimo, the fat man shook his head and said, "I don't smoke." ”

"It's okay, you're idle anyway, and smoking a cigarette can make your mind more relaxed." Qin Zimo directly lit the fire and lit the cigarette in the fat man's hand.

"You kid didn't know who to learn this from at a young age, and he knew how to smoke." The fat man pouted, "Now I wish I could have another canned meat to eat." As if he regarded the cigarette in his hand as a sausage, the fat man took a heavy puff, only to see that the cigarette butt instantly burned the small half.

"Ahem, ahem!" The fat man coughed violently.

"Oh, my brother." Qin Zimo hurriedly ran over and slapped the fat man's back, "What do you think of this cigarette, you can't be full of smoking this thing!" ”

After tossing for a while, the fat man threw the cigarette on the ground. "It's better to get some food for Lao Tzu." The fat man is really in a hurry, and there is no problem at all for him to fight bloodily on the front line, but if he starves, the fat man suspects that he may die faster than everyone else.

"Cut." Qin Zi shook his head disdainfully, lit his own cigarette and sat opposite the fat man. Taking a deep breath, Qin Zimo slowly exhaled the cigarette in his mouth, and then showed a satisfied look.

The fat man looked at his intoxicated appearance and felt disgusted in his heart.

"Give me another one!"

The fat man had a long memory this time, he took a small sip of his cigarette, and then slowly spit it out like Qin Zimo. "Tsk, don't say it, I really feel like I can't tell you when I smoke, tsk, weird." The fat man smoked a cigarette and staggered.

"Brother Li, when do you think we can find a way to get something to eat?" Qin Zimo rubbed his stomach, "I've been hungry for a day, and if we continue like this, we may starve to death before reinforcements arrive." ”

"Hey...," the fat man sighed deeply, "food? Anyway, I guess we don't have anything to eat in our division, maybe the acres of soil melons in the town have been dug up by us. ”

The fat man took a few puffs of his cigarette and suddenly had an idea, "Why don't I find a way to break into their warehouse again and get something to eat." If you want me to say, these grandsons of the Rovisa Empire are definitely not short of food, and they are better than our army rations. ”

Hearing the fat man's idea, Qin Zimo's eyes turned green.

"Really, that's a real idea."

Bang~

A gunshot pierced the sky.

The fat man and Qin Zimo stood up with a 'whoosh', looked around, and the fat man was the first to react,

"It's our position!"

The fat man looked for the direction where the gunshots came from, and Qin Zimo followed closely behind him. At the same time, several soldiers of the third battalion were awakened by the sound of gunfire and rose up to investigate the situation.

"Quick, ambulance!" Lao Pan's voice rang out.

The fat man pushed away the crowd, only to see a soldier with a wounded arm being bandaged, and a helpless soldier next to him was trembling, and an energy gun was lying at his feet. Old Pan had been patrolling the position, so he came earlier than the fat man.

It turned out that a soldier was faint from hunger, and when he was half-asleep, he took his comrades for enemies, and subconsciously opened fire. However, fortunately, he was not injured in a hurry, and after the ambulance soldiers made emergency treatment, the wounded soldier did not return to the rear but continued to stay.

Under Lao Pan's command, everything soon returned to calm again.

But this incident has planted a shadow in the hearts of every warrior, and this inexplicable fear is rapidly spreading among the Union troops. The lack of food affected the soldiers more and more, and the fat man had to repay.

The snow was still falling, and the Union soldiers continued to huddle in the trenches and fall asleep. The fat man and Qin Zimo separated, and when he left, the fat man begged for another cigarette. Qin Zimo pretended to be distressed and stuffed a whole box to the fat man.

The fat man looked at the forest outside the position alone, looking at the snowflakes floating overhead, in a daze. Before I knew it, the cigarettes in my hands were lit one after another.

The next morning, the fat man woke up early.

All the Union soldiers are preparing for a new round of defense. Weapons and ammunition were brought into the trenches in batches, and all weapons and artillery were aimed in the direction of the forest area. This is the combat quality that all people have cultivated, and only rigorous combat literacy can survive in the harsh battlefield environment.

Loading the energy gun in his hand, the fat man carefully stared at the movement outside the position.

"Battalion commander, battalion commander!" A young warrior hurried towards here.

"What's wrong?" The fat man recognized this soldier, he was Allen who sent Qin Zimo to the field hospital in the first place, and he was a soldier in Qin Zimo's class. "What's the matter?"

"Oh no, battalion commander, our squad leader is gone!" Alan said breathlessly.

"Gone?" The fat man was stunned, can the huge federal position still lose people?

"Yes, we didn't see him when we got up early in the morning today, and we thought he was out on patrol, but he hasn't come back yet." Alan said very anxiously, "Where will he go!" ”

After listening to Allen's words, the fat man quickly sorted out his thoughts.

Suddenly, the fat man remembered something, and he subconsciously looked in the direction of the Targan forest area.

Bang bang bang!

Several gunshots came faintly from the direction of the forest, which seemed to answer the fat man's guess.

"All ready to attack!" The fat man commanded in a loud voice.

Lao Pan ran over from the pit behind, "Battalion commander, is something wrong?" The enemy is attacking? ”

The fat man just held the energy gun in his hand tightly, "Qin Zimo, this kid is crazy!" ”