What! Hu Biao and the others designated that the three pots of pork stewed vermicelli could not eat it.

Even if the commander of the Third Battalion Commander did not go to the rear to see it personally, he could know the delicious food that had some mouthful of saliva inexplicably after hearing it. It would be strange if there was still some left.

Just kidding, even if their 67th Division is a Central Army with good treatment, for a group of soldiers, eating meat is like the New Year.

Those guys who stayed in the rear position can still let go of these unowned food? It doesn't exist.

Even if the three big pots are still there, there will be a big question mark.

Even if it is there, it must be cleaner than a dog licking.

Fortunately, out of the guilt that the cannon fodders of the Supplementary Battalion had not left, the Third Battalion Commander still satisfied part of the requests made by Hu Biao as much as possible.

At around 0:21 a.m., a batch of supplies were sent.

Specifically, it includes most of the basket of steamed buns, a small jar of pickles, and two scoops of pure cold water that has worked hard to jump from behind.

The main reason is that the water sources on the front line are all contaminated by corpses and blood, and cannot be drunk at all.

There are also 2,000 rounds of 7.92mm caliber rifle bullets, 300 rounds of 7.93mm caliber pistol bullets, and the two boxes are 60 wooden handle grenades.

As for Hu Biao's lion's big mouth, he asked for an 82mm caliber mortar shell or a Maxim heavy machine gun for the purpose of strengthening firepower.

There is also a minimum platoon of troops, which is commanded by Battalion Commander Hu of the Supplementary Battalion.

All of the above are not available.

The only thing worth mentioning is that Hu Biao and the others still got some unexpected surprises, which were condolences in small cloth pockets.

According to the statement of Peng Ji, a consignee from the protruding position, as a result of these supplies.

The people of the Great Demon City may have provided great support to this battle.

Not to mention anything else, the celebrities from the Magic City personally performed a condolence performance by the army, and dancing in a small skirt with exposed thighs was pleasing to the eye.

Unfortunately, due to safety considerations, the celebrities with white thighs did not come to the front line.

This incident made the brothers of the front-line troops think it was a huge regret.

However, the celebrities with big legs did not come, but the condolences they brought were transported by part of the supply convoys.

These condolences are all contained in this small cloth bag, and because of the various donors, the things inside are also different.

Just like opening a blind box, no one knows what it is before it is opened.

I don’t know if this thing is large in number, but this trip was actually delivered to me by more than 60 people, so the supplementary camp basically had one.

So, under the moonlight, the crowd of embarrassed men ate cold steamed buns while catching cold water and pickles, everyone opened the cloth bags in their hands.

Then, they had some different exciting reactions...

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"Look, what good things are there in it." The first person to take action was Xiao Pingtou Yuansin. The guy clamored in his hand and stuffed his hand into the bag.

Suddenly, many old men around who were gnawing steamed buns looked at the attention of their eyes.

Then when Yuan Sin took out the first thing, a huge burst of laughter came out from everyone's mouth, and even his deputy saber Qingtian sprayed out a mouthful of steamed buns from his mouth.

The main reason is that before participating in the mission, Yuan Sin remedyed his head once and changed his hairstyle.

The person cut his already short flat head into a round head with only a little bit of hair left; what happened? The guy took out a wooden comb from his cloth pocket.

With the pain in Yuan Sin's face, Qingtian snatched the wooden comb directly and combed the cover of Yuan Sin's Tianling for a few times.

Suddenly, the laughter of the people present was even more amazing.

Of course, it is not as funny as everyone's blind box, and the result is as funny as Original Sin; many people even showed great surprises after taking out their condolences.

"Takahashi Muffin? This is an authentic specialty of Allah's Magic City. Don't taste too good~"

He reached into the cloth bag with one hand, took out a bag of oil paper, and then opened it and took a look. The man from the devil city shouted with surprise.

After that, he didn't even look at what was left in the bag, but just took a whole piece and stuffed it into his mouth.

I don’t know if the ingredients are not contaminated these days, and the owner’s food originally had a fragrance.

Or in the current situation, what was originally ordinary is extremely precious. In short, bacon thinks it is the best Takahashi muffin that I have ever eaten.

Compared to those I bought in supermarkets before, I don’t know how much delicious it is.

After the middle-aged warehouse manager reached into the bag, he took out two packs of "Sanmao brand" cigarettes.

For this relatively unfamiliar cigarette brand, others may be confused, but the Huns' magic gods who have been in the Demon City for some years really know this thing.

It is said that this kind of brand was very popular in Magic City back then, and Du Yue*sheng, a generation of heroes, was still a shareholder of the manufacturer.

The problem is that the middle-aged warehouse manager is one of the only men who do not smoke.

I usually try some occasionally, and I just follow everyone to have fun.

So he waved the cigarette in his hand and discussed with the bacon not far away: "Balu, how about I'll exchange this for Takahashi muffin with you? I only need half of it."

"If you don't change, you won't even have a window." Bacon refused the proposal without saying a word.

Then, he carefully wrapped the remaining half of the Takahashi muffin, put it in, and muttered: "I still want to take it back and let my wife and children taste this authentic taste."

"..." The Huns Dharma God murmured a warm greeting, and after he couldn't hear clearly, he stuffed his hand into a cloth bag.

He didn't believe it anymore, and he couldn't get a little good thing.

Then he took out a few boxes of matches, a pen for running water, and a folded piece of letter paper.

After opening it casually, the middle-aged warehouse manager saw clearly the traditional letter written vertically. It should be because the writers were not well educated. Not only were the words written in a crooked manner, but there were still many typos.

The problem is that after seeing the above content clearly, all the resentment on his face disappeared.

Because it says:

The soldiers fighting on the front line, please let me express my greatest respect to you on behalf of the seven members of the Wu family.

At present, the Japanese invaders are invading my great rivers and mountains. My Chinese great men will definitely be united and fight against the powerful enemy together. Unfortunately, Wu is a small citizen who has no power to tie a chicken. He has an old mother above and a wife and children below to raise him. He is just a heartless but powerless.

But with the heart of resisting Japan and serving the country, Mr. Wu still wanted to do something within his ability.

Because I was short of money, I could only prepare two packs of inferior cigarettes to express my condolences to our military heroes...

When I saw this, a picture even appeared in the head of the Huns' magic god: a little man in the demon city who could only smoke inferior cigarettes in order to save money in order to save money at home.

After gritting my teeth and using the money I used to spend a few days of cigarettes to buy such a special gift, I leaned on the table in the narrow room and wrote the letter one by one.

After sighing silently, the Huns Dharma God threw the cigarettes and matches in his hand to the bacon together with the letter.

He said lightly: "You can take it and smoke it. Just be more accurate when you shoot a cannon later; as people from the Demon City, it is unreasonable that we will not die in this war."

Bacon took the letter suspiciously and read it, then took out the Takahashi muffin from his backpack.

He handed it to the Xiongnu Dharma God, a teammate who had been a little storming for some reason before, said, "Eat, don't be killed by the Japanese so quickly after eating, kill more Japanese and then die."

At the same time, after others saw their condolences clearly, they were silently thinking about their thoughts.

The specific reason is that they have all obtained some things that look ordinary and insignificant, but they represent too many, too many things.

I just didn't have it. After seeing what I suddenly calmed down, I lost the intention to speak.

For example: Yang Dongli, the consultant, took out a small clay doll from the bag and there were not many pieces of candy.

Candies are not like modern planes, the kind with exquisite packaging, and candy pieces wrapped in oil paper, each piece is pitiful.

But it was these things that made Yang Dongli feel a huge impact in his heart after thinking about something.

By the way! Who would treat these things as treasures except children?

After realizing that a child actually donated his most precious things and delivered them to the front line as condolences, Yang Dongli, who was so dedicated, raised the things in his hand so hot.

Xu Feng got a box of old canned Chinese-made Meilin, and the same letter.

The difference is that in this letter, not only are there beautiful handwriting on it, but the other party's kind greetings in his heart gradually calmed down.

Even though the letter did not include a photo, the man believed that this must be a beautiful and gentle girl.

"Don't worry, girl, I will definitely withstand the Japanese." Xu Feng thought so.

AT got a small bag of No. 1 Choi Cake in his hand; even after Hu Biao opened the bag, he found a small bag of five-spice broad beans.

To be honest! Even if the things that everyone holds are different, they are from the modern planes with rich supplies, but they do not value these foods very much.

But what they valued was some things behind, and almost the same picture appeared in everyone's heads.

On the crowded street, a huge piece of cloth was pulled and held high by many people, and walked on the street.

The male and female students, workers, and small vendors holding trumpets in their hands were roaring and roaring hard, trying to wake up those souls that had been numb for many years.

Under the roar of the soul, countless money, oceans, gold ornaments, and bloody gold teeth were thrown up like raindrops.

At the same time, there were mud dolls, candy pieces, cigarettes, and various supplies that were sent to the hands of the fundraisers.

Perhaps many of them seem to be worth mentioning at all; but they are already their poor and struggling masters, the only thing they can take to take advantage of.

While doing these things, everyone's face was full of fanaticism, and the slogans in their mouths could spread far.

This is not a roar of anger and brainwashed, but a great nation roar after waking up after sleeping for hundreds of years.

Amid the roar, the entire city of the Demon City was boiling and burning.
Chapter completed!