Nine Hundred and Forty, Tasteful Tactics

After the defensive battle was fought on this day, it seemed that everyone could just lie down in the defensive position and shoot, but in fact it was more difficult than imagined.

Some soldiers had tinnitus because they fired too many shots, and the sound of gunfire was ringing in their ears.

Basically, every unit that has just retreated from the defensive position has to roar to let its comrades hear when they go to the temporary field canteen to eat.

It looks a little funny, but also a little sad.

In the afternoon, the cooking team finished cooking a meal for a soldier, but the soldier yelled: Give me another spoonful of rice!

The soldier in the cooking squad murmured that if you want rice, you want rice, so what!

However, the soldiers in the cooking squad quickly realized that this group of soldiers had been on the battlefield for too long, and their ears could not hear clearly.

There are also some soldiers who have pain in their shoulders, and when they take off their shirts, they can see a bruise on their shoulders, which is the bruise caused by the forceful recoil of the gun.

It's not that there's too much recoil, it's that they've fought too long and pulled the trigger too many times.

So, a group of old men were not afraid of the cold, and they laughed and compared who had more serious bruises. If someone had no obvious bruises on his shoulders, everyone would laugh at him for not being serious about fighting. He must have failed to kill a few savages.

After a day of fighting, everyone had dry skin on their mouths, and some had chapped lips, and they looked more and more embarrassed than each other.

It's just that even so, it doesn't prevent them from still laughing loudly.

No one knows what they mean compared to this bruise on the shoulder, anyway, happiness is the end.

As Ren Xiaosu said a long time ago, don't humans deserve to be happy when they enter the wasteland era? Is it true that in this era, everyone must struggle to survive with a bitter face?

Not so.

In market towns, no matter how poor the adults are, they will happily cut some pork and make dumplings for their children during the Chinese New Year.

Some fathers even bought some candies from Wang Fugui's shop and hid them in their pockets, and then intentionally gave their children a surprise.

Their lives are already very hard, but the reason why human beings can survive that catastrophe is not precisely because human beings are a species that is extremely good at taking pleasure in suffering.

Material life has never been the basis for determining whether human beings are happy or not.

At this time, a group of like-minded comrades in arms endure hardships together and fight against foreign enemies, which makes people feel more at ease.

In the dry toilets in the row, all the soldiers of a combat team squatted in it and defecated with difficulty. When someone finally pulled out, he would yell happily, attracting laughter and curses from the comrades next door.

Sometimes the happiness of a man is as simple as that. A recruit becomes a veteran in constipation, and a boy becomes a man in the flames of war. This is the most true portrayal of the moment.

It's just that the expeditionary army's attack again came faster and more violently than expected.

The two sides only had a truce for more than two hours, and the troops of the expeditionary corps appeared outside the defensive position again.

The soldiers in the dry toilet put up their pants one by one cursing: "This barbarian is really good, he will come to fight again without letting the shit out, so anxious, rushing to eat shit?"

There is no "elegant" living soil here, everyone is returning to the most primitive rudeness, but it is extremely happy.

Ren Xiaosu watched these veterans rushing out of the toilet from a distance. He suddenly thought of something, and then turned his head to ask Wang Yun: "Um...can you pump the air in the toilet? The defense team said no." Big, not small, the smell of this dry toilet is too strong."

Wang Yun's face changed: "Young commander, you actually asked me to do this kind of work."

Ren Xiaosu was unhappy: "Come on, don't you feel uncomfortable staying here by yourself?"

"It's quite uncomfortable," Wang Yun said after thinking about it.

You must know that there are more than 6,000 people in the defensive position, who can hold back the shit and bring it back to the northwest?

Ren Xiaosu said: "Don't feel wronged. After Ji Ziang dug the tunnel, I will ask him to use his ability to bury this septic tank, and then dig a new one. Don't dislike either of you."

"Okay," Wang Yun said with a bitter face, "but the smell keeps coming out, how much energy do I have to spend to get this smell out?"

Zero on the side suddenly said: "You manipulate the air to create a pressure vortex above the dry toilet, so as to directly build a tornado channel. Once the pressure vortex is formed, you only need to maintain the operating system from time to time. Yes, it’s like a tornado. Do you know wasps? In fact, many scientists believed a long time ago that a wasp’s wing area is not enough to support its flight, but it can fly very fast. In fact, the wasp’s wings don’t flap up and down , but quickly flapped back and forth, creating a low-pressure vortex around him at a frequency of several hundred times per second..."

Wang Yun was stunned for a moment: "Let's not talk about the wasp, please explain it more clearly. I know the principle, but I don't understand it very well."

As a result, Zero directly took Wang Yun to the headquarters to find paper and pens, abruptly drew a model for Wang Yun, and returned the parameters.

After Wang Yun came back, he stood beside the dry toilet and hesitated for a long time. To be honest, he never thought that his ability would be used for this purpose one day.

I am an extraordinary person, why did I suddenly become the fresh air system of the toilet! ?

But Wang Yun became amused when he thought about it. After he started to accept this matter, he still found it quite interesting.

The air above the dry toilet began to surge, and a large amount of air began to move rapidly, forming a huge low-pressure vortex.

Wang Yun asked: "Young commander, where is the wind blowing?"

"Of course it's blowing on the battlefield of the expeditionary army," Ren Xiaosu said as a matter of course: "Those savages are disgusted!"

"Okay!" Wang Yun agreed.

While speaking, a huge tornado was carrying a stench and drifted from the defensive position to the expeditionary army. When the wind reached the expeditionary army, several barbarians vomited on the spot!

The barbarian has rough skin and thick flesh, and there are even heavy armored soldiers who are not afraid of guns, but no matter how high their defense is, they can't stop the smell. The general of the expeditionary army felt sick when he smelled the smell. Is it the legendary biological weapon of the Central Plains people?

Didn't the black robe say that biochemical weapons have been banned in the Central Plains? Why is there such a thing?

Dazed, the expeditionary army began to retreat, this scene stunned Ren Xiaosu.

On the first night of the expeditionary army's surprise attack, Wang Yun resolved it all by himself?

Ren Xiaosu happily praised Wang Yun: "Tonight, you are the hero of my Sixth Combat Brigade. With a tasteful attack method, you turned the tide and helped the building collapse..."

Wang Yun's face was black: "Young commander, please don't talk, I feel a little disgusted..."

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Goodnight everybody