On the defensive position, soldiers from the Sixth Combat Brigade were pursuing the barbarians with machine guns.

This battle came suddenly, and the opponent retreated very suddenly. The main force of the Expeditionary Legion had already entered the rest period. If it weren't for the experts who said they would cooperate inside and outside, they wouldn't have stepped onto the battlefield so hastily.

The result was that the Expedition Legion paid a very painful price today. Fortunately, the Ya General who commanded the battle was still able to remain rational, and the Barbarian was not particularly panicked when he retreated.

Even so, they paid more than three thousand warriors' lives in this war.

When the soldiers of the Sixth Combat Brigade saw the barbarian retreat, cheers suddenly broke out on the entire defensive position. Although they knew that the war was far from over and that the future would still be difficult, it did not prevent them from becoming excited at this moment.

A veteran danced beside the heavy machine gun: "See, the barbarians are almost withdrawing from the shooting distance just now. My last three shots passed through the gap in their shields and hit a barbarian in the head. I asked if you are a god? I have told you that I am a sharpshooter. Look at what your expression was at that time?"

Several soldiers sat on the position and simply took off their boots decisively. The entire machine gun position was filled with a faint smell of feet.

The boots are very thick, and all soldiers tie the boots' laces very tightly. Although they will be more flexible during battles, they will feel panicked after a long time.

When everyone took off their boots, someone immediately cheered comfortably.

This battle lasted for sixteen hours today. There were four groups of soldiers who changed defenses on one position, and everyone was extremely tired.

However, at this moment, the aroma of meat suddenly floated on the defensive positions, and some veterans immediately opened their eyes: "The meat is the taste of freshly stewed meat, not the canned lunch meat!"

"Can you smell this?" the recruiter wondered.

"Of course," the veteran laughed happily, "You can tell if you eat lunch meat and vomit. Go and send someone to get the food quickly. If it's too late, maybe the meat will be harvested by other brothers."

More than ten minutes later, dozens of soldiers came back with a full aluminum lunch box and said excitedly: "Don't worry about finishing the meal. Brigade Commander Zhang said that he would eat it open today and the meat is enough!"

The veteran said in confusion: "Hey, where did this meat come from?"

"The brigade commander said it was brought back by the Young Marshal. I just heard that the Young Marshal went out to fight five barbarian supplies transportation troops this time," the recruit Danzi explained with a smile: "Not only meat, but also fresh vegetables!"

The moment everyone hears fresh vegetables, they are even more excited than hearing fresh meat.

Since they came to the Central Plains from the northwest, they have basically eaten carrots, white radish and potatoes on the way. It is not that the Northwest Army is poor, but that only these kinds of vegetables are convenient to store.

There is no way to pay attention to food when marching and fighting. It is difficult to ensure nutrition and fullness.

Now, the veteran opened the aluminum box and saw shredded peppers in the lunch box. A veteran was silent.

In fact, it was just a meal of shredded green peppers, but it didn't know how many memories he had about home.

When going out to fight, perhaps a very small detail can make people immerse themselves in the wonderful days of the past.

War is cruel. The more cruel the environment, the more beautiful it needs to support them to continue.

"I missed home," sighed the veteran.

A new recruit suddenly asked, "Squad Leader, why did you join the army?"

The veteran smiled and said, "I feel glorious. You used to be in the Zong territory, so you didn't understand. For the people of Fort 178, it would be a glory to be able to defend that fortress."

"Don't you regret it," the recruit asked.

"What's there to regret?" The veteran took the lunch box and pulled a mouthful of green pepper shredded pork: "When you go to the street to play chess with other old men when you are old, you have to mention that you were a soldier in the 178 Fortress when you were young. The old men on the opposite side must be more polite. I can brag about this for the rest of my life."

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After the victory, nothing could make the soldiers happy than a good meal. p5092 silently watched the soldiers shuttle back and forth near the canteen tent. He suddenly said to Ren Xiaosu solemnly: "Thank you, Young Marshal, these supplies came in time."

Yesterday, in order to ensure that the food in the defensive positions was constantly being distributed, the food of each soldier was reduced to half of its usual size, just to last longer.

As a result, they had just reduced their time for a day, and Ren Xiaosu brought back an unimaginable huge amount of supplies.

The five transport troops carried a huge amount of supplies, half of which were just plundered by the Expeditionary Legion.

That was the supply of supplies left by nearly 100,000 troops. Even if there was not much left, it was enough to make the Sixth Combat Brigade respond.

At this moment, Ji Zi'ang looked at the revived atmosphere on the defensive position and suddenly felt a kind of joy from the bottom of his heart.

He suddenly felt that men should fight side by side with a group of like-minded people in this place.

But before he could be happy for a long time, he suddenly saw Wang Yun coming over with a smile: "Old Ji, you have made great contributions to this battle. Not only did you disgusting the barbarian, but you also emptied the septic tank. Do you know, Zhang Xiaoman was worried that the septic tank was too small yesterday. What if the septic tank was full, and then you solved this problem immediately."

Ji Zi'ang's mouth twitched. He actually didn't want to mention his credit...

But Wang Yun continued, "Now, your achievements have spread throughout the Sixth Combat Brigade. Do you know what you call you now?"

Ji Zi'ang had an ominous premonition: "What do you call me?"

"Hahahahahaha," Wang Yun suddenly burst into laughter: "They call you a shit cleaner!"

Ji Zi'ang: "???"

"What's this title?" Wang Yun asked happily.

"This is everyone's kidding," Ji Ziang said with a dark face.

"No, haven't you said it yourself? You only have the wrong name, no wrong nickname! Wang Yun said.

Before this, Wang Yun had been troubled by the nickname of Capturing Shit King for several days, and when he was depressed, Ji Zi'ang used this sentence to make up for him.

Now, the sword was finally returned to Ji Zi'ang, and Wang Yun felt the haze in his heart suddenly dissipated, and he felt much more balanced!

Ji Zi'ang looked at Wang Yun's back as he left proudly with his hands on his back, his face turned red and red. His reputation in this life would be ruined!

But as he thought about it, Ji Zi'ang was actually happy: "Damn it, which grandson gave me nickname?"

At this time, a soldier passed by and whispered: "Actually, this was given to you by Chief Wang Yun. We just think it's very suitable..."

Ji Zi'ang's face turned dark again...

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Chapter completed!