The 137th Brigade has begun to launch troops in the northern Myanmar jungle. The wolf cubs who have raised enough jing to be in Lamba and have enough fighting spirit can finally have a battle to fight, but they are as excited and happy as the New Year.

It is difficult for Paulon to understand the fighting enthusiasm of the soldiers in his class. As a professional soldier, Paulondo regards every battle as a cruel race against death. He never curses anything, and naturally he will not face every battle with joy. Even if it is not so dangerous, all the soldiers blushed. You can find from the expression on each of them that it is joy from the heart, a fearless way to face any hardships and hardships, and it is the persistence of treating death more plainly than Christians.

Paul Long's thoughts were a little complicated. He just felt a heavy feeling in his heart. He himself didn't know what it felt like in his heart.

"Hey, what a god, you're going to be like? You're hanging your head and mind, so depressed. Look up, tingxiong, hey, yes, this is like the head of our magic gun platoon, hahahaha." The ghost-like monster Huang Xiaoer rushed to Baolong's side. He also saw that Baolong looked a little lonely, so he deliberately came to make fun of it. After this period of time, Baolong has become a fight with the whole class of soldiers. Baolong and even the platoon leader Cai Xiaoqiang, who has been in a thousand years of ice, can occasionally say a few words. This is a world of difference from when he first came.

Looking at the happy Huang Xiaoer, Paulon felt a little heavy and cheerful. This ghost boy is a very talented soldier, and the amazing learning ability of Chinese soldiers has still surprised Paulon. These soldiers just lack a relatively systematic education system, otherwise they will definitely be the most powerful soldiers in the world. Even now, they are a group of terrifying guys who are awe-inspiring.

"Waiter, aren't you afraid of death?" Paulon said with some difficulty.

Huang Xiaoer smiled, and then his expression also seemed more solemn. Huang Xiaoer said in a deep voice: "Squad leader, how can people not be afraid of death? Everyone is raised by parents in life. Everyone has two shoulders and one head. If they die, they cannot be reborn. Saying that they are not afraid of death is nonsense, but there is no individual sacrifice. How can they exchange for the survival of the nation? Our home is still occupied by the little Japanese devils, and life and death have long been left behind our heads."

Listening to Huang Xiaoer's ha, Paul only nodded heavily, but the concepts of the East and the West are sometimes difficult to integrate. The Western world can launch a large-scale war because of religion, but it is difficult to understand the deep-rooted love of the Chinese people. Perhaps the land is regarded as the religion of the Chinese people, and some of their ideas can be explained, even if it is not very understanding, this does not affect Paul's deep respect for the Chinese people.

Paulon glanced at Huang Xiaoer's rifle stock, then glanced at the stock of other soldiers, and felt a little pressure. These people were used to using their rifles to record their results. When Paulon saw the gun body of the soldiers in the squad, which had been drawn by many strokes, he felt a little pressure. Although the sharp gun platoon was considered the jing English and the English and Chinese troops, such a team might even choose the most sharp soldiers to compete with their perverted individual combat capabilities. The Chinese soldiers of other troops were naturally unlikely to have such an abnormal record. However, Paulon is now the squad leader of the sharp gun platoon. He hopes that he can perform well on the battlefield so that his squad will not lose his squad.

The rifle stock with mottled and twisted scratches seemed to be engraved with not only a numerical logo, but also a totem of the gods, a symbol used to record the weight of the souls of these warriors.

The warriors in other magic gun platoons are completely different from Huang Xiaoer, a lively trickster. They are cold and taciturn. When you often feel like you are facing a marble human-shaped pillar, but when you try to understand them, you can also find that in fact, many times these indifferent warriors also have very rich emotions, and these subtle emotional representations are concealed by good.

Grasping his teeth, Paulon took big steps and his eyes firmly moved forward. This is not British and American troops, and there are no mechanized transportation conditions, so you must rely on your feet, step by step on the heavy earth under your feet, and slowly move towards the target. Long-term marching requires you to increase your protection of your feet. Paulon also learned to tie up the tui. For these seemingly rustic practices, Paulon will not reject them, because he saw all Chinese soldiers doing this, which means that this must be meaningful. Paulon is a person who is good at listening and learning.

The blood is not cold, and while continuing the heat of life, honor and responsibility are always on your shoulders
Chapter completed!