In his original impression, Chinese people should be sallow, thin, and very humble. This is because when he was in San Francisco, this was the impression the local Chinese gave him.

But in the words of his colleagues, the Chinese seemed to have transformed into demons one by one, beating them to pieces like fighting machines.

Jason looked at the rifle in his hand in disbelief. It was so exquisite that it could be called the pinnacle of military craftsmanship.

he asks:

"what time is it now?"

"It's already 10 o'clock at night."

"They haven't come yet."

He swallowed a gulp of saliva and shyly approached Commander Bob, who was closest to him: "When will our battle start? Can't we fight in advance?"

"Stop dreaming."

Bob shook his head.

"Then what are the characteristics of the Chinese attack? Let's just wait..."

"I heard that they have a kind of trumpet, which I have never seen before. But we have all heard it. Their Chinese trumpets are sharp and extremely slender, and some are just like our brass instruments, which are very beautiful... Of course they are more

In many cases, it’s a wake-up call!”

"No matter how powerful the Chinese loudspeaker is, it is just a loudspeaker. We have guns..."

But despite this self-hypnosis, Jason couldn't help but ask a question every few minutes. Bob answered him patiently at first, but later his temper became irritable:

"Don't touch (don't touch me, don't bother me)!"

Jason asked for trouble and sat down alone.

After waiting for another half an hour, there was no movement around.

Some of the soldiers around him couldn't stand it any longer and were drowsy. They were lying behind sandbags with their guns in hand, their heads touching the ground.

And Jason was also a little nervous. It was already late at night. If the spotlight was not turned on, there would be almost no figures visible in the distance. But such darkness made him unconsciously fearful.

He carefully looked out at the sandbag fortifications in the trench, but couldn't see anything clearly.

The snow was falling very heavily tonight, and there was no moon in the sky. Everything seemed to be dark. Their position had direct spotlights hanging in all directions, which could only illuminate people and things at medium and close ranges.

Just as he was thinking this, a bold soldier next to him also made some strange movements:

"They're coming!"

A guy had a nightmare and suddenly shouted, "The Chinese are coming!"

Everyone picked up their guns in a panic. Some people were immediately frightened and fired. The muzzles of their guns fired several times at the sandbags and the sky.

Bang bang bang!

A few sporadic gunshots woke up the American soldiers in the entire position.

"FUCK!"

But soon everyone realized something was wrong. The snowy field outside was silent, and all the movement was caused by them internally.

Bob stood up and pushed the soldier's head into the snow: "You bitch! I'm going to stuff your head into your ass, don't you know how to turn off the safety..."

Jason looked at Chief Bob standing up and cursing, and muttered: "It's easy to be exposed like this..."

When I think about it.

A cold bullet suddenly floated in from the dark night. It was very far away, hit him in the ice and snow, and hit Bob in the head.

The gunshots haven't been heard yet.

But the next moment, Bob groaned and fell to the ground. The sound was extremely slight.

"No, he's dead!"

The scolded soldier didn’t know yet,
Chapter completed!