Wanjie storage box

The storage box is no longer randomly thrown in the corner by Huang Feng. He put the storage box in the cabinet. Although there are still not many insurance measures, it is much better than before.

Opening the storage box, Huang Feng discovered something new. This is a painting, a scroll painting. Huang Feng is very happy about it. This is also a way to make money he thought of before.

When he was thinking about how to use this to make money, he thought of antiques and jewelry. The calligraphy or paintings of those celebrities in ancient times can obviously be regarded as good antiques or even works of art.

As for fakes such as porcelain, Huang Feng did not buy it. However, he can prepare for calligraphy and painting by himself, that is, he writes it himself!

Huang Feng’s writing is not too ugly, but it’s definitely not pretty. Take it out and it’s impossible to be recognized by others, but it’s not important to the storage box, as long as it’s similar in nature. .

Therefore, he just wrote a character by himself, put it in the storage box, and waited to replace some calligraphy works from other spaces. As for the painting, the same operation, but he has no talent for painting. I just drew a sun and a square house with a pen on a piece of draft paper. Even the paintings drawn by elementary school students are better than his.

However, it doesn't matter, anyway, this is a painting, and Huang Feng didn't expect to switch to another painting so quickly.

"I don't know how that person would feel when he saw my painting." Huang Feng said as he opened the new painting. Of course he didn't know that the other party was almost given to him by this painting. Angrily passed.

Appreciation of the painting is not good, so after reading it for a while, I don’t know if this sentence is good or not, and how much it can sell. However, now he doesn’t seem to be short of money, so he put this painting in first. In the ring.

Afterwards, he played with Xiaobai at home for a while before Huang Feng changed his clothes and went out.

"Hidden! Be careful to hide!"

"Get down! Watch out for shells!"

"The second battalion commander, where's the second battalion commander?!"

A loud cry, mixed with the howling of artillery shells, resounded throughout the position.

At a glance, the simple fortifications are full of corpses. The clothes on the corpses are different. Among them, there are more corpses in yellow clothes, and some corpses in gray clothes. However, these corpses are relatively few. .

The shells continued to fall on the entire battlefield with a sharp howling, and the people on the battlefield couldn’t raise their heads at all, either lying on the ground or finding a simple place to stay, waiting for the fire to pass. Although the cannonball exploded around him, few people showed a scared look on their faces. This kind of battle, they saw too much, they didn’t care. Of course, some of the few recruits were still full. The face is tense, but there will be veterans around to help take care of it.

Cannonballs exploded continuously, with mud in the sky, blocking the view, and falling on people on the ground. Some people were unlucky and were killed directly by the cannonballs. The corpses were bloody and miserable. If a modern person saw it In this situation, it is estimated that I can't help but vomit, but these people watched their companions being killed, but they didn't have any expressions. They looked at all of this calmly, only the anger and sadness flashed in their eyes. It shows that their hearts are not at peace, and they still feel sorry for the death of their comrades-in-arms.

The sound of shells gradually became thinner, and the whole position was quiet, as if all the people had died, and then, it was not.

"Stand up for Lao Tzu who are not dead yet, they are going to charge!" At this time, a rough, irritable voice rang from the silent battlefield.

Then, I looked at them one by one. The emotions looked like corpses. The motionless people climbed up from the ground. Some of them had just been covered with a thick layer of mud, which was near the bombing. Some of them were brought by the mud piles; some were drilled from small holes in the fortifications, which were dug in advance by them.

Some people even got up directly from the dead pile. Their bodies were comrades-in-arms who had died in battle. The blood was dripping on their bodies and their faces looked terrifying.

One by one, one by one stood up, and once again lay down on the fortifications with the guns in their hands, watching the enemies approaching in the distance, even in the most dangerous time, they never abandoned their guns. , They know, that is their life, unless they die, otherwise, even if they sleep at night, they have to take it with them.

"One battalion commander, one battalion commander, how about your casualties?" The breathy voice just came again.

"Report commander, our battalion commander, our battalion commander, he was just killed by a devil’s shell!" There was a weak voice coming from an eighteen or nine-year-old boy. He was also very embarrassed at this time. , His face, head, clothes were all mud, and blood was still bleeding on his thighs. I didn’t know whether it was his own or someone else’s. When he said that his battalion commander was killed, he couldn’t stop his eyes. She shed tears and put the mud together, making her already dirty face even more flowery.

After hearing his words, the head of the regiment halted, and then said, "Where is your battalion deputy?"

"Deputy Battalion Commander Niu was injured just now and he is bandaging. Come over immediately." The man continued to answer.

The team nodded, and then continued to inquire about the situation of the second and third battalions. The situation in each battalion was not very good. The devil’s artillery fire was too fierce, and their fortifications were built in a hurry, and they couldn’t resist. live.

However, the order they received was to stay here for forty-eight hours, and now the time is far from past. They have to stick to it even if the casualties are heavy.

The battalions have reached their designated positions, and they all lie on the fortifications watching each other slowly approach.

"Uncle Wu, do you think we can hold here?" At this time, a soldier who looked young asked an old soldier next to him nervously.

This little soldier went to the battlefield for the first time today. The family members were killed by the enemy. He went to the battlefield to avenge his family. For this reason, he also falsely reported his age. After a simple training, he Was sent to the battlefield.

And he didn't expect that his first battle would be so difficult. The opponent had more people than them, and the opponent had sharp artillery. The sound of the flying shells always made him scared.