Half of the scouts retreated, and the intelligence they found was reported to the command center. There was also a gopher who was returning with the information. They planned to dismember the gopher and stew the soup.

The resources in the garrison were finally exhausted, and the lowest rationing system supported the garrison for half a month. Now, it was finally time for the soldiers to find food on their own.

The senior officers have not had any food at the moment, and they can still eat a bite of hot food. The remaining supplies support only a few people, but they still have a ten-day surplus.

Many soldiers were staring at the horses in the stables at the garrison, and the horses had reached a tragic time of thinness and thinness. The three horses left behind were from the Supreme Commander-in-Chief, the Artillery Corps, and the Inspector Nawu.

The horse may not be sure when it will lie down. Many soldiers will stop in front of the stable every day, fearing that the horse will not be present at the first time when it lies down.

Everything is because there is no grass in the station and no grass outside the station. The long-term war has long burned the grass. In addition, the weather is cold, and fresh grass will grow until the spring next year.

The buildings that were destroyed by the fire of war will emit a series of howls of ghosts and wolves when they encounter blown airflow. Under the scammers' swearing sound, it is the calmness of the soldiers.

These scouts exchanged several packs of cheap bullets for water. They raised smokeless stoves in a quiet and deserted place, and half of them stood guard, guarding against miscellaneous people coming to compete for precious ingredients.

It is hard for anyone to have a good time, and it is even more so for Dale people. Many people are already looking for everything that can be stuffed into their stomachs. The once green mountains are made bare by humans, and wherever they go, they are even more terrifying than locusts.

The good news is that long-term artillery baptism is full of burning charcoal, so you don’t have to worry about fuel when stewing soup.

There is no need to worry about diarrhea after boiling the water. Many thirsty soldiers have drunk raw water and caused diarrhea.

The only little comfort that can be brought by cold weather, and the infectious diseases have been reduced.

When the first bite of soup is poured into the stomach, people can feel the warm current flowing in every part of the body, and injecting every piece of flesh and blood into the human body. After drinking the last bite of soup, they licked the steel helmet with unsatisfactory desire.

Facing the bored station, the recruit had the idea of ​​sleeping soundly. He leaned against the hard and broken wall, his eyes closed and he fell asleep.

After sleeping until afternoon, he was awakened by the sound of footsteps, subconsciously soared into the air, and instantly entered the alert state.

"What's going on?" He asked his men, observing everything, and the direction of the soldiers running was exactly the periphery of the station.

The scouts under his command didn't know what was going on, but they heard that it was the enemy attacking.

The recruits grabbed their rifles, followed the running soldiers, and came to the outermost defense line of the station with them. They casually found half of the wall to cover them, and the telescope was facing outside.

At first glance, he could only see the dust on the lenses. He could only wipe it clean and then look. Sure enough, one head after another appeared on the enemy's position, and these heads appeared before going back.

Out of curiosity, the recruits quietly observed, and a discussion broke out between the soldiers around them.

After careful inspection, the enemy had no intention of attacking. The enemy troops who jumped up and then went down were just moving their bodies to resist the cold.

Putting down the telescope, the recruits couldn't sleep anymore. His next plan was to wander around the base, especially to see where they were surrounded by warships.

This was a small commotion that happened throughout the afternoon.

But it was different at night. Two hours after the sun set, the recruits got a little treasure, half a box of cigarettes and only one-third of the wine left.

He didn't choose to enjoy it alone, it was a huge sum of money. He could exchange a lot of things in the base, and he might even get a job with a single official position.

After hiding the wine and putting the cigarette in his pocket, the recruit went to the cannon where his cousin lived. Although there was a little gap, except for his cousin, the recruits had no old friends to talk to.

In the central area, three cannons were arranged into a triangle, and above the triangle, there was a whole camouflage net. The camouflage net was seized during the mud flow offensive and has been used since then until today.

He and his eldest cousin were on one side of the triangle, with the wine bottle placed in the center, and the two of them took turns to drink.

My eldest cousin pinched the cigarette holder and said with a feeling: "In the past, you were always the one with the least presence. I never thought that one day I would drink alone with you. This is such a terrible world, changing so quickly."

The recruit used his fingernails to play the bottleneck of the wine bottle. He lowered his head and smiled, then said, "Me too. I never touched the cigarette before. Now I see the cigarette and see the biological father. Brother, we may not be able to go back anymore. It's better to prepare early. What I mean is ideological preparation. The command center has not had a combat order for a long time, and probably gave up. I don't know what they are insisting on. According to me, there is no need to continue fighting."

"It goes without saying that as long as they attack, we will definitely not be able to stop it. However, people don't take us seriously and wait for us to get trapped and fall down."

"Brother, you're right. I have a question to ask you what you think."

"you say."

"Will the king surrender? If the king does not surrender, are we considered abandoned?"

"I don't know."

My cousin was so weak that the cannon behind him. The cannon in the cold was even lower than the air around him, which was a chill that penetrated deep into his bone marrow.

The recruit wiped the bottle mouth and took a sip of wine. He hung his head and asked, "Have my captain mentioned me before leaving?"

"It was mentioned that he said he should not tell the recruit egg about this, for fear that the recruit egg would do something extraordinary. Do you know who the person he is the most tiest in his life? You must not have imagined it."

"Wife? Children? Parents? Grandma?"

"No, no, neither." My cousin felt a sense of pride, "I just said you can't guess that it was a man, named Yu Lian, my cousin."

"Which one? I haven't heard of it. What's your cousin's relationship with our captain?"

My cousin thought about it: "The relationship between looking up and being looked up, and it is also a rival in love. I have to admit that my cousin is really not good at this. He thinks too much."

As he was talking, my cousin touched the bottle, took a big mouthful of it, and handed the bottle to the recruit, who took it and tilted his head to drink it.

"The most profound day in my memory was in the valley." The recruit put down the bottle of wine. "That time was so free and easy. Our daily work was to take a look here and there. Today he invited wine, and tomorrow I would take a drink. I really had no money, so I went to the village and the supervisory union made a big meal.

Occasionally we passed by the fields, which were very beautiful. The Minba people all bent over to farm, and the supervisors were walking around with their whips handsomely. There was green everywhere, and the sky was blue, like paintings. I had thought that if I could be lucky enough to go back, when the war was over, I would have to be a painter.

But at that time, there were no Minba in the fields. Do you know why?"

"Why?"

"Because Minba has come to block bullets for us."

The eldest cousin laughed, and the recruits laughed, and the two of them opened their hearts and laughed.

The smile was serious. The recruit wiped away the tears from his laughter. He said, "Minba has gone out to block the bullets, so who will farm? Are they aristocrats or free people? If the aristocrats go to farm, will the supervisory union have a career?"

"I think the officers should be allowed to farm because they sent Minba here."

"I think so."

"By then, you were already a painter, sitting in the fields with a painting board, and you were painting officers who were working hard with their butts on their backs."

They laughed again and had imagined such a scene.

The more I drink, the less I drink, the less I drink. Only one-third of the remaining alcohol has been empty.

The recruits put away the empty wine bottles and used them as tools for drinking water.

He handed his eldest cousin a cigarette and said goodbye: "I'm leaving, I won't argue with you here."

Pulling open the disguise net, he walked leisurely inside the station.

As he approached the place where he was sleeping, his mind was a little unclear. It was strange that he should have no problem drinking such a little wine in the past, why did he feel a little drunk today?

He didn't care about anything else, so he wanted to lie down and have a full sleep as soon as possible. Maybe tomorrow, maybe tonight, something big will happen, and no one can guarantee it.

Therefore, it is important to keep yourself energetic.

I was about to return to my warm little nest. Perhaps it was the sixth sense that the keen sense of smell from my long-term military career reminded him that someone was approaching behind me.

The recruit was about to turn around and blocked his mouth with one hand. He wanted to resist, but was strangled by powerful force.

The person who attacked him behind him was very powerful and he was forcibly dragged into a collapsed corner of the wall.

With his shoulders, the recruit's elbow hit the man behind him hard in the abdomen, and he felt the force that had strangled him weakened.

Just as he was thinking of continuing to elbow, a faint body fragrance pounced into his nose without any warning. Arnold, who had appeared somewhere, put one hand on the face of the recruit and raised his fingers to his mouth.

The recruit nodded tactfully, and the person behind him also let him go.

The person who was beaten elbow was Shabi. Shabi moaned: "Grandma! You guy, you're ruthless!"

"Speak quietly." Arnold shut up, "Do you want to be discovered?"

"No, the key is that this guy hurts so much." Sabi held his abdomen, "Why don't you try?"

"Don't be poor, do serious business quickly."

The recruit looked around and confirmed that there was no one else here. He stepped back to the corner of the wall with vigilance, grabbed the wall with his hand and asked, "What do you want to do?"
Chapter completed!