At the defensive position, the soldiers of the 6th Combat Brigade were harvesting the barbarians with their machine guns to their heart's content.
The battle had started suddenly, and the other party had also retreated very suddenly. The expeditionary army's main force had already entered a period of rest and reorganization. If it weren't for the fact that some experts had told them to coordinate with the barbarians from both inside and outside, they would not have returned to the battlefield in such a hurry.
As a result, the expeditionary army had paid a very painful price for today's battle. Fortunately, General Fang, who was in command of the battle, was still able to maintain his rationality, and the barbarians did not panic when they retreated.
Even so, they had sacrificed more than three thousand lives in this war.
When the soldiers of the 6th Combat Brigade saw the barbarians retreating, the entire defensive position suddenly burst into cheers. Although they knew the war was far from over, and although they knew the future would still be very difficult, it did not stop them from getting excited.
A veteran was dancing with joy next to a heavy machine gun. "Did you see that? The barbarians were almost out of shooting range just now, but my last three shots managed to penetrate the gap between their shields and hit one of them in the head. Let me ask you, aren't you amazing? I told you I'm a sharpshooter, but look at your expressions at that time! "
A few of the soldiers who were sitting at the defensive position decisively took off their boots, and the entire machine gun position was filled with a faint stench of feet.
Boots were very heavy, and all the soldiers had tied the laces of their boots very tightly. Although it would make them more agile in battle, they would feel suffocated after a long period of time.
When everyone took off their boots, someone immediately let out a cheer of comfort.
The battle today had lasted for a full 16 hours, and there were already four batches of soldiers who had to be relieved from one defensive position alone. Everyone was extremely exhausted.
But at this moment, the smell of meat suddenly wafted through the defensive position, and some of the veterans immediately widened their eyes. "Meat, it's the smell of freshly stewed meat, not canned luncheon meat!"
"You can even smell that?" a recruit asked in puzzlement.
"Of course." The veteran chuckled and said, "You'll be able to tell when you puke from eating luncheon meat. Go, hurry up and send someone to get some food. If we're late, the other troops might finish scooping up all the meat. "
After more than 10 minutes, dozens of soldiers came back with aluminum lunch boxes filled to the brim and said excitedly, "Don't worry about finishing it, Brigadier Chang said we can eat as much as we want today. There's enough meat!"
The veteran asked doubtfully, "Hey, where did this meat come from?"
"The brigade commander said that the Young Marshal brought it back. I just heard that the Young Marshal went out to fight five barbarian supply transport teams," Recruit Egg explained with a smile, "Not only meat, but also fresh vegetables!"
The moment everyone heard about fresh vegetables, they were even more excited than when they heard about fresh meat.
Ever since they came to the Central Plains from the Northwest, they had basically eaten carrots, radishes, and potatoes. It was not that the Northwest Army was poor, but that only these vegetables were convenient to store.
There was no need to pay attention to food in a war. It was already very difficult to ensure nutrition and satiety.
But now, when the veteran opened the aluminum box, he actually saw shredded pork with green peppers inside. One of the veterans immediately fell silent.
Actually, it was just a meal of shredded pork with green peppers, but it brought back many memories of home.
When going out to fight, perhaps even the smallest detail could make people immerse themselves in the good old days.
War was cruel, and the crueler the environment, the more beautiful things were needed to support them to continue on.
"I'm homesick." The veteran sighed.
A recruit suddenly asked, "Platoon Commander, why did you join the army in the first place?"
The veteran smiled. "I felt honored. Y 'all used to be in the Soong Clan's territory, so you might not understand. To the people of Fortress 178, it's an honor to be able to defend that fortress."
"Do you regret it?" the recruit asked.
"What's there to regret?" The veteran took a bite of the shredded pork with green peppers from the lunch box. "When you get old and go play chess with other old men on the streets, you'll have to mention that you were a soldier in Fortress 178 when you were young. The old men will have to be more polite to you. I can brag about this for the rest of my life."
…
After a great victory, nothing could make the soldiers happier than a good meal. P5092 quietly watched as the soldiers shuttled back and forth near the canteen and tents. He suddenly said to Ren Xiaosu solemnly, "Thank you, Young Marshal. These supplies have arrived just in time."
Yesterday, in order to ensure the defensive positions did not run out of food, they had already started distributing the supplies. Each soldier's food supply was reduced to half of the usual amount just so they could last longer.
But just a day after they reduced their food supply, Ren Xiaosu had already brought back an unimaginable amount of supplies.
The five transport troops carried a huge amount of supplies, half of which had just been looted from the Pyro Company by the expeditionary army.
Those were supplies left behind by nearly 100,000 soldiers. Even if there was not much left, it would be enough for the 6th Combat Brigade to deal with emergencies.
When Ji Zi 'ang saw the lively atmosphere at the defensive positions, he suddenly felt a sense of joy from the bottom of his heart.
He suddenly felt that a man should fight alongside a group of like-minded people in a place like this.
But before he could rejoice for long, he suddenly saw Wang Yun walking over with a smile. "Old Ji, you've done a great job in this battle. Not only did you disgust the barbarians, but you even emptied the septic tanks. Did you know that Zhang Xiaoman was still worried yesterday that the septic tanks were too small? What if the septic tanks were full? But you immediately solved that problem. "
The corners of Ji Zi 'ang's mouth twitched. Actually, he did not want to mention his contribution.
However, he heard Wang Yun continue, "Now that your achievements have spread throughout the entire 6th Combat Brigade, do you know what everyone is calling you now?"
Ji Zi 'ang had an ominous feeling. "What do they call me?"
"Hahahahaha." Wang Yun suddenly laughed. "They call you the Sh * t Cleaner!"
Ji Zi 'ang was speechless.
"How's that?" Wang Yun asked in a good mood.
"Everyone's just joking," Ji Zi 'ang said with a dark expression.
"Don't be like that. Didn't you say it yourself? There are only wrong names, but there are no wrong nicknames!" Wang Yun said.
Before this, Wang Yun had been troubled by the nickname "Sh * t Catcher" for several days. Just as he was feeling depressed, Ji Zi 'ang used the same phrase to stab him in the back.
Now, this stab had finally been returned to Ji Zi 'ang. Wang Yun felt the haze in his heart suddenly dissipate, and he felt much better!
Ji Zi 'ang looked at Wang Yun's back as he left with his hands behind his back. His face alternated between red and green. His reputation was probably going to be ruined in a day!
But as he thought about it, Ji Zi 'ang actually laughed. "Damn it, which bastard gave me this nickname?"
At this moment, a soldier passing by whispered, "Actually, it was Commanding Officer Wang Yun who gave you this nickname. We just thought it was appropriate …"
Ji Zi 'ang's face darkened again.
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