The only thing I could do was to slow down my pace in instinct, and at the same time, when firing on the position, I raised the gun a little bit.

Although the counterattack firepower of these people seemed to be quite fierce, it actually caused Hu Biao and others on the position to not even hurt the oily skin.

In this way, the firepower from the counterattack on the position also increased, and even their arms and thighs were not hit.

Just let a bullet fly high above their heads, and I don’t know where it fell.

Such a strange scene was even discovered by a battalion directly under the foot of the mountain soon.

The company commander, who was also a Chinese, hesitated for a moment and quietly ordered his subordinates, and the mortar fired faster.

The shells blasted out like raindrops, which looked extremely lively, but they all missed.

The area outside the position fell, except for stirring up large areas of dust that had long been blown up, the yarn did not function as a result.

Of course, when everyone made these small moves, they were actually a little worried.

Worried that their leader, Colonel Jack, would be furious about this and issue some harsh orders; then they would be embarrassed by many reasons such as the kindness of their charity.

But I don't know why? Colonel Jack said nothing and did nothing now.

At first, when I saw that in a very short time, my side fell down more than 30 subordinates, all of whom were shot in the thighs, arms, etc.

Although he lost his combat effectiveness, he did leave a more precious life and couldn't help but frown.

He had already realized that something seemed to be wrong.

In his mouth, using a sound that only I can hear clearly, he muttered continuously: "Damn it! This battle is so wrong, why is this happening?"

And he was quickly answered for such doubts.

That was in such a situation where bullets were raining in the air. In order to use practical actions, Hu Biao told the current Colonel Jack, the veteran of the past, that situation:

Hey! buddy, I, Chief Hu, are back.

I saw that in front of everyone, there was a "swoosh-swish-swish-swish-swish-swish-swish-swish-swish-swish-swish-swish-swish-swish-swish-swish-swish-swish-swish-swish-swish-swish-swish-swish-swish-swish-swish-swish-sw

Hu Biao sat on the edge of the position, on an empty ammunition box in a prominent position.

After sitting on the box, Hu Biao picked up a mortar shell and exploded. A small wooden strip ignited, and lit the camel brand cigarette with no filter in his mouth.

Then he sat there and smoked a cigarette silently.

This scene was not only seen by everyone on the battlefield, but was even photographed by more cameras and cameras.

To be honest! Such an action is not only an extreme pretentious action to outsiders.

And they all have a bit of pretending to be stupid and extremely stupid.

But it doesn’t matter what others think. What’s important is how Colonel Jack thinks in his heart after seeing it, and what’s the reaction?

To be precise, poor Jack was stunned after seeing this scene.

It was like a thunder slashing down from the sky spirit cover, slashing his entire body.

Because at this moment, he couldn't help but think of the happiest period of his life and most worth remembering.

Chief Hu, an oriental man, took them to clubs, bars and other places, and clashed with officers and soldiers of other Allied troops.

He always makes such a cool move, sitting there smoking silently.

Sometimes there would be a beautiful girl standing behind him and helping to massage her shoulders.

And some of them were waving wine bottles and stools, and amid the screams of the big roosters or the waitress of the John's house, they rushed up and squatted with their opponents.

Every time it ends with them winning and hugging the waitresses and drinking.

Looking back now, those days were still so happy.

If possible, Jack didn't want to be a colonel leader at all. Instead, he had a sergeant life as a veteran soldier, which made him feel the fun of life.

So, although the figure of the man in front of him has changed a little because almost seven years have passed.

The military uniforms on her body were not neat khaki uniforms, but were replaced with bloated and ragged cotton coats.

Even the face is covered with smoke and soil, not only can’t see the facial features of the face clearly; it is not as smooth as before, the hair will break even when even flies stand.

But such a unique temperament is like the description that Chief Hu often said:

After a black rat feces mixed in white rice, the huge color difference cannot be hidden.

After immediately thinking about this, the iron-blooded man in the eyes of thousands of officers and soldiers of the Dragon Shield Infantry Regiment could not help but cry like rain.
Chapter completed!