Nine Hundred and Fifty First, There Is No Wrong Nickname

On the defensive position, the soldiers of the Sixth Combat Brigade used machine guns to harvest the barbarians to their heart's content.

The battle came suddenly, and the opponent's retreat was also very sudden. The main force of the expeditionary army had already entered the rest period. If it weren't for some masters who said that they should cooperate internally and externally, they would not have set foot on the battlefield again in such a hurry.

As a result, today's expeditionary army paid a very painful price. Fortunately, the general who commanded the battle could still maintain his sanity, and the barbarians did not panic when they retreated.

Even so, they paid the lives of more than 3,000 soldiers in this war.

When the soldiers of the Sixth Combat Brigade saw the barbarians retreating, cheers erupted from the entire defensive position. Although they knew that the war was far from over and that the future would still be difficult, this did not prevent them from being excited at the moment.

A veteran danced and danced beside the heavy machine gun: "Did you see that the barbarians almost retreated from the shooting range just now, and the last three bursts of my shots went through the gaps in their shields and hit a barbarian in the head. Are you godlike? I have told you that Lao Tzu is a sharpshooter, look at your expressions at that time?"

A few soldiers sitting on the ground decisively took off their boots, and the entire machine gun position was filled with a faint smell of feet.

The boots are very heavy, and all soldiers tie the laces of the boots very tightly. Although it will be more agile in battle, the feet will panic after a long time.

When everyone took off their boots, there was a comfortable cheer immediately.

Today's battle lasted for a full sixteen hours, and there were four groups of soldiers changing defenses in one position alone, and everyone was extremely tired.

However, at this moment, the smell of meat suddenly wafted over the defensive position, and some veterans suddenly opened their eyes wide: "Meat, it's the smell of freshly stewed meat, not canned luncheon meat!"

"Can you smell this?" the recruit wondered.

"Of course," the veteran said with a cheerful smile, "you will be able to tell the difference when you vomit after eating luncheon meat. Go ahead and send someone to cook. If it's too late, the meat might be picked up by other brother troops."

After more than ten minutes, dozens of soldiers came back with a full aluminum lunch box, and said excitedly: "Don't worry about finishing the meal, Brigadier Zhang said that you can eat it open today, there is enough meat!"

The old soldier wondered: "Hey, where did this meat come from?"

"The brigade commander said that the young marshal brought them back. I just heard that the young marshal went out to fight five barbarian material transport troops this time." Danzi, a recruit, explained with a smile: "Not only meat, but also meat."

And fresh vegetables! "

The moment everyone heard about fresh vegetables, they were even more excited than hearing about fresh meat.

Since they came to the Central Plains from the northwest, they basically ate carrots, white radishes, and potatoes on the road. It was not that the Northwest Army was poor, but that this kind of vegetable was the only vegetable that was convenient for storage.

It is not easy to pay attention to food when marching and fighting. It is not easy to ensure nutrition and enough food.

But now, when the veteran opened the aluminum box, he saw shredded pork with green peppers in the lunch box, and one veteran fell silent.

In fact, it was just a meal of shredded pork with green peppers, but he didn't know how many memories of his home were brought back.

Going out to fight, maybe a tiny detail can make people immerse themselves in the good old days.

War is cruel, and the more cruel the environment, the more beautiful it is to support them to go on.

"I'm homesick," the veteran sighed.

A recruit suddenly asked: "Squad leader, why did you join the army?"

The veteran smiled: "I feel honored. You were on the Zong's territory before, so you don't understand. For the people in Fort 178, it is an honor to be able to defend that fort."

"No regrets," the recruit asked.

"There's nothing to regret about it," the veteran took a mouthful of green pepper shredded pork with his lunch box in his hand: "When you get old and go to play chess with other old men on the street, you have to mention that when you were young, you served in the 178th Fortress. Bing, the old man on the opposite side has to be more polite, I can brag about this for the rest of my life."

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After a great victory, nothing can make the soldiers happier than a good meal. P5092 silently watched the soldiers shuttle back and forth near the cafeteria tent, and suddenly said solemnly to Ren Xiaosu: "Thank you, young commander, these supplies came very timely."

Yesterday, in order to ensure continuous food supply for the defensive positions, the distribution plan had already begun, and the food for each soldier was reduced to half of the usual amount, just to last longer.

As a result, as soon as they shortened the time by one day, Ren Xiaosu brought back an unimaginably huge amount of supplies.

The amount of materials carried by the five transportation troops was quite huge, half of which were just collected from the fire by the expeditionary army.

That was the supplies left by the nearly 100,000 troops. Even if there was not much left, it was enough for the Sixth Combat Brigade to make an emergency.

At this moment, Ji Ziang looked at the revitalized atmosphere on the defensive position, and suddenly felt joy from his heart.

He suddenly felt that men should fight side by side with a group of like-minded people in this kind of place.

But before he was happy for a long time, he suddenly saw Wang Yun walking over with a smile: "Old Ji, you have contributed a lot to this battle. Not only did you disgust the barbarian, but you also emptied the septic tank. Do you know, Zhang Xiaoman Yesterday I was worried that the septic tank was too small, what if the septic tank was full, and then you immediately solved the problem."

The corner of Ji Ziang's mouth twitched, he actually didn't want to mention his contribution...

But I heard Wang Yun continue to say: "Now, your achievements have spread throughout the Sixth Combat Brigade, do you know what everyone calls you now?"

Ji Ziang had an ominous premonition: "What do you call me?"

"Hahahahaha," Wang Yun burst out laughing suddenly, "They call you a cleaner of altar shit!"

Ji Ziang: "???"

"What's the name?" Wang Yun asked happily.

"This is everyone's joke," Ji Ziang said with a dark face.

"Don't, didn't you say it yourself, there are only wrong names, not wrong nicknames!" Wang Yun said.

Prior to this, Wang Yun had been troubled by the nickname of Emperor Shit for several days, and when he was depressed, Ji Ziang made up for him with this sentence.

Now that the knife was finally returned to Ji Ziang, Wang Yun felt that the haze in his heart suddenly dissipated, and his heart became more balanced!

Looking at Wang Yun's back triumphantly leaving with his hands behind his back, Ji Ziang's face turned blue and red, his fame in this life might be ruined!

But thinking about Ji Ziang, he even became amused: "Damn it, which grandson gave me a nickname?"

At this time, a passing soldier whispered: "Actually, this is the name given to you by Chief Wang Yun. We just think it's very suitable..."

Ji Ziang's face darkened again...

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