A 'Ah~' sound made a long hum.

At that time, Hu Biao, who was lying on a hammock and wearing a small hurdle vest, stretched himself lazyly in a rare sunlight.

Then, I picked up the Coke from a wooden barrel on my hand.

The old-fashioned glass bottle of Coke has always been placed in ice cubes made of saltpeter; it has been iced for almost an hour in the time before and after.

So, after prying open the bottle cap with your thumb, "gudong,gudong~" drank the cold liquid in the glass bottle.

Suddenly, Hu Biao felt an unspeakable pleasure, and a strong sense of guilt arose.

Yes, that's right! It's a strong sense of guilt.

Especially after turning his head, Hu Biao saw his subordinates lying in a row, sleeping soundly while they were sleeping.

And at a further distance, the big fool is a little better because this card is really good.

As a result, they shot two white male Jack and train driver Bazi, who brought bombs one spring.

Suddenly, Jack and Bazi cursed and took out a few small-denominated green papers and handed them to Dashi, which made Dashi smile.

Hu Biao immediately felt a strong sense of guilt, and while arousing in his heart, he cursed:

"Damn it! This is also called war..."

By the way! If you think carefully, today it was Hu Biao and his group who participated in the Omaha Beach landing war, and it was the 11th day.

Specifically, it is June 17, 2014.

Perhaps on June 6, the five-star general of Uncle Sam's house, Aisenhower, said that in the longest day, the 162nd Regiment of the Great Red 1st Division to which Hu Biao and his team suffered shocking casualties.

After more new forces landed, in the next 11 days, the country buns of Zhongzhou team's life suddenly became leisurely.

They stayed in the countryside near Omaha Beach and began to enter a period of renovation.

Hu Biao and other seriously injured people ate and ate every day, and had no combat missions at all.

So much so that in these days, in order to speed up the recovery of his injuries, Hu Biao, who eats and drinks every day, feels that his waist will have a circle of fat.

The other minor casualties in the team lived a more comfortable life.

Po Luo, the company commander and other old comrades, as well as NEO, black traditional Chinese medicine, etc., it is better if you don’t plan to hook up with lesbians and other products in the mission world.

Even if I was bored on such a day, I just made some fishing rods.

Then I used earthworms as bait and started fishing in a relatively quiet area near the beach.

Although I don’t get much of my daily harvest, after I get it back, I let the cooks from Qingtian, Husky, Python and other teams boil fish and barbecue them all, which can be considered to improve the food.

It also allows everyone to change their tastes when they are all Spam's lunch meat.

With the big fool, Bazi, Husky and other seven or eight people, there were no more kind comrades above.

I used some hard paper to make some playing cards, and I pulled Jack of the D Company and other soldiers every day to play various modern plane popular playing cards together.

Even the three men and Jinhua, these games with strong gambling nature were banned by Hu Biao's orders.

But just playing with upgrades, fighting Landlords, running fast, still making poor Jack and others even worse, the financial conditions that were originally bankrupt.

Anyway, this morning, Hu Biao vaguely heard Jack yelling:

He and many soldiers from Company D, the military pay for the next month, next month, and next month, have already been owned by Dafuyou and others in advance.

Good guy! This is equivalent to almost 20 or 30 soldiers. In the next three to five months, it is equivalent to fighting for these guys.

But what really goes too far is the group of old SPs in the Zhongzhou team who are not named.

These guys combed their hair, which was not very long, to the point where they would break their legs even if they flew up.

Then, he brought some canned food, cigarettes, chocolates and other supplies distributed by the soldiers, and often went out to roam in groups before dark.

In their words: What bad intentions can these gentle Chinese men have?

It was just to help the lonely women in Normandy.

By the way, let’s discuss the academic issue of the effect and quality of the balloons produced by Uncle Sam’s house during World War II.

Therefore, these guys often come back very late and go to bed one by one during the day.

Even during this period, due to the jealousy, he secretly made a secret appointment with some of the soldiers from the John family twice in private, and gave the other party a blessing.

The only thing that makes them feel good is that the place they live now can only be considered as the countryside.

These old SPs can find the ocean horse girls, but they are all village girls with limited quality, and the quantity is still quite limited.

Therefore, these guys were extremely excited about the legendary big cities of Paris.

Even the socks, perfumes, and voluntary accessories they brought here are carefully preserved by these old SPs, which are the ultimate killers they plan to use to smash the other party’s heart in the future.

In short, in such 11 days, everyone on the team felt unspeakable relaxation.

So often, there is an illusion that this is completely on vacation.

In this illusion, the Zhongzhou team spent 11 days; the injuries on their bodies have almost recovered until now.

Among the others, even the rookie Tiedan, who was shot on the left shoulder, could hang her arms and follow the old SPs to roam.

Delo, who had only been shot in the butt and was shot away by a large piece of meat, still needs to lie down and recuperate, which means that the combat effectiveness of the Zhongzhou team has almost recovered again.

Therefore, Hu Biao has decided to start wandering around early tomorrow morning to see if he can't trigger the second phase of this system task.

But soon after, Hu Biao found that he didn't have to do this at all...

At that time, Hu Biao was drowsy while sunbathing; suddenly, he felt that someone should be standing in front of him, completely blocking the warm sunshine.

In his instinct, Hu Biao opened his eyes.

Then, you can see Lieutenant Dyke in Company D, the nominal immediate boss of their Zhongzhou team in this mission, appearing in front of Hu Biao.

It was also because of the appearance of this guy that the originally very lively camp immediately became silent.

Obviously, no one in the grassroots soldiers at the D Company now likes this annoying lieutenant.

However, facing the scene of himself as smelly dog ​​shit, Lieutenant Dyke was not at all conscious, but instead spoke to Hu Biao condescendingly:

"Emperor Hu, and all the Chinese soldiers from the 3rd platoon, I have a good news here to notify you.

The tank company directly under the regiment headquarters needs to perform a reconnaissance mission, so it needs an elite infantry unit to cooperate with them to operate together.

For this reason, I recommended you 3 rows to the regiment headquarters, and the regiment headquarters adopted my suggestions.

So, recently, the famous Lieutenant Hu in the 162nd Regiment and the Chinese soldiers under your command will have the opportunity to continue to create new glory.

I heard that given the results of the battle when I landed last time, the regiment headquarters planned to promote Lieutenant Hu.

If you make some more military achievements in this mission, maybe I will salute you soon and call you the superior..."

On the surface, there is nothing wrong with Lieutenant Dyke's above statement.

But when this guy was speaking, the very playful expression on his face and the sarcastic tone all meant one point:

Lieutenant Dyke was just intentionally looking for trouble when he had nothing to do, intending to kill Hu Biao and the others.

After hearing this, Hu Biao's brows frowned deeply.

But before Hu Biao could say something, the veteran Jack next to him had already spoken, saying that he had spoken up for the Zhongzhou team:

"Sir Dyke, isn't this appropriate?

In the last landing battle, we suffered such a large number of casualties and should have been transported back to the rear to replenish new recruits and then rested for a while.

As a result, the delegation headquarters said that the transportation capacity has been tight recently, so we have accepted the rest here, but according to the truth, we will never continue to do the task.

Who can't send so many landing troops to the site recently? Why must it be in the third row?"

Jack's righteous words ended, and the other white soldiers from the D Company also agreed.

The reason for this is that during this period, Hu Biao and the others were completely familiar with the soldiers at the grassroots level of the D Company, and at least they were like friends with wine and meat.

On the one hand, those from modern planes such as Hu Biao and others are more confident in front of these white men.

It is far from the current Chinese who are timid in front of them because of the infamous "Prevention and Chinese Act" that have only ended for a few years.

In this way, these naughty men looked up to Hu Biao and the others, completely communicating equally.

On the other hand, these days, these guys follow Hu Biao and the others to eat delicious Chinese dishes, eat skewers, play cards, and even go out to pick up girls and fight together.

Anyway, it’s a good relationship.

More importantly, these guys are all veterans and old men. In Uncle Sam's army, these old men really can't respect their superiors very much.

So it is really not strange to help Hu Biao and others and say justice.

The problem is that when Lieutenant's white soldiers were now speaking for these Chinese people, Lieutenant Dyke immediately felt betrayed.

After he spoke, he roared at Jack and others:

"Stop, you stupid donkey from Kansas, I am now communicating orders from the regiment headquarters to these Chinese people; you guys will bargain in front of me.

Now you idiots should either shut up or I ask the regiment headquarters to add you to the troops."

Amid such a roar, Jack and other old men closed their mouths wisely as their faces flushed.

After all, no matter what, Jack, the old man with the highest rank, is just a sergeant, which is much worse than Lieutenant Dyke's identity.
To be continued...