After a day of defensive battles, it seemed like everyone only needed to lie prone in their defensive positions and shoot. But in fact, it was more tiring than they had imagined.
Some of the soldiers had already developed tinnitus because they had fired too many shots and the gunshots were roaring in their ears.
Basically, every unit that had just retreated from their defensive positions would have to shout so that their comrades could hear them when they went to the temporary canteen to eat.
It looked a little funny and also a little sad.
In the afternoon, after the cookhouse was giving a soldier his meal, the soldier shouted, "Give me another spoonful of rice!"
The soldier on the cookhouse muttered, "If you want rice, then just give me rice. What are you shouting for!"
However, the soldiers on the cookhouse quickly reacted. These soldiers had been on the battlefield for too long, so their ears could not hear clearly.
Some of the soldiers also had pain in their shoulders. When they took off their shirts, bruises could be seen on their shoulders. They were bruises caused by the recoil of the firearms.
It was not that the recoil was too strong, but that they had been fighting for too long and had pulled the trigger too many times.
As such, the group of men were not afraid of the cold. They laughed and compared whose bruises were more serious. If someone's shoulder bruise was not obvious, everyone would laugh at him for not fighting seriously and definitely not being able to kill more than a few barbarians.
After a day of fighting, everyone's lips were covered in dry skin. Some of their lips were even chapped, and they looked more pathetic than the last.
But even so, it did not stop them from laughing loudly.
No one knew what was the point of comparing the bruises on their shoulders. In any case, they just wanted to be happy.
Just as Ren Xiaosu had said a long time ago, did humans not deserve to be happy after entering the era of the wastelands? Did everyone have to put on a bitter face in order to survive in this era?
That was not the case.
In town, no matter how poor the adults were, they would still happily cut some pork for their children to make dumplings for them during the Lunar New Year.
Some fathers would even buy some candy from Wang Fugui's shop and hide it in their pockets to deliberately surprise their children.
Their lives were already very bitter, but wasn't the reason humans were able to survive the Cataclysm precisely because they were a species that was extremely good at finding joy in hardship?
Material life had never been the basis for determining whether humans were happy or not.
At this time, a group of like-minded comrades were enduring hardships together to fight against the foreign enemy. Only then would people feel at ease.
In the toilets of the row, a platoon of soldiers squatted down and struggled to defecate. When someone finally pooped out, they would roar happily, causing their comrades next door to laugh and scold them.
Sometimes, men's happiness was that simple. Recruits became veterans in constipation, and boys became men in the flames of war. This was the most realistic portrayal of the moment.
However, the expeditionary army's second attack came faster and more fiercely than expected.
The two sides had stopped fighting for just over two hours. The expeditionary army 'attacks came faster and more fiercely.
The soldiers in the toilet cursed as they pulled up their pants. "This barbarian is really something. He didn't even let us finish taking a dump and he wants to fight again. Why is he in such a hurry? Is he rushing over to eat sh * t?"
There was no soil for 'graceful' living here. Everyone was returning to the most primitive rudeness, but they were unusually happy.
Ren Xiaosu watched from afar as the veterans hurriedly came out of the toilets. He suddenly thought of something and turned around to ask Wang Yun, "Um … can you pump the air out of the toilets? The defensive position isn't too big, but it's not too small either. The smell of the toilets is too strong."
Wang Yun's expression changed. "Young Marshal, you actually want me to do this kind of work?"
Ren Xiaosu was displeased. "Come on, don't you feel uncomfortable staying here alone?"
"It's quite uncomfortable," Wang Yun said after thinking for a while.
After all, there were more than six thousand people in the defensive position. Who could possibly hold back their shit and bring it back to the Northwest?
Ren Xiaosu said, "Don't feel aggrieved. When Ji Zi 'ang finishes digging the tunnel, I'll get him to use his power to bury this septic tank and dig a new one. Don't give each other the cold shoulder."
"Alright." Wang Yun said with a bitter expression, "But this smell keeps coming out. How much mental power do I have to expend to get rid of it?"
Zero, who was at the side, suddenly said, "You can control the air to create a pressure vortex above the toilet and use this to directly build a tornado channel. Once this pressure vortex is formed, you only need to maintain this operating system from time to time, just like a tornado. Do you know about Wasps? Actually, many scientists thought a long time ago that the area of a Wasp's wings was not enough to support its flight, but it can fly very fast. In fact, Wasps don't flap their wings up and down. Instead, they flap back and forth rapidly, creating a low-pressure vortex around them at a frequency of hundreds of times per second. "
Wang Yun was taken aback. "Don't talk about Wasps for now. Explain it more clearly. I know the principle, but I don't really understand it."
In the end, Zero took Wang Yun to the command center to find a pen and paper. She forcibly drew a model for Wang Yun and even gave him the parameters.
When Wang Yun returned, he stood next to the toilet and hesitated for a long time. To be honest, he did not expect his power would come in handy one day.
He was a supernatural being, so how did he suddenly become the toilet's ventilation system?!
However, Wang Yun was amused as he thought about it. When he started to accept it, he actually found it quite interesting.
The air above the toilet started surging. A large amount of air started moving rapidly and formed a huge low-pressure vortex.
Wang Yun asked, "Young Marshal, where is the wind blowing towards?"
"Towards the expeditionary army's battlefield, of course." Ren Xiaosu said matter-of-factly, "It'll disgust those barbarians!"
"OK!" Wang Yun agreed.
As they spoke, a huge tornado with a foul smell drifted from the defensive position towards the expeditionary army. When the wind reached the expeditionary army's troops, several of the barbarians vomited on the spot!
The barbarians had rough skin and thick flesh, and there were even some heavy-armored warriors who were unafraid of firearms. But no matter how high their defenses were, they could not stop the stench. The expeditionary army's commander felt like vomiting when he smelled it. He wondered if this could be the legendary biochemical weapon of the Central Plains, right?
Didn't Black Robe say the Central Plains had banned biochemical weapons? How could there still be such a thing?
In a daze, the expeditionary army started retreating. This scene stunned Ren Xiaosu.
The expeditionary army's surprise attack on the first night was actually resolved by Wang Yun alone?
Ren Xiaosu chuckled and praised Wang Yun, "Tonight, you're the hero of our 6th Combat Brigade. With such a tasteful attack style, you managed to turn the tide and prop up a building that was about to collapse …"
Wang Yun said with a dark expression, "Young Marshal, don't say anything first. I feel a little disgusted listening to you …"
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