Swart in Marvel

There are not many coastal defense soldiers, and supplies are delivered once a month. It is only the beginning of July, and the supplies have just arrived in Hong Kong. If dozens or hundreds of people are added at once, it is estimated that they can only last for a week.

Because the island they were on only had a platoon of soldiers.

The third squad, with five people, is responsible for patrolling the west side. The second squad is now patrolling the west side, starting from the camp and running around the island.

To the north, one class must stay in the camp and rotate once a week.

Fifteen people, a month's supply, no matter how much we get, it's impossible to feed dozens of people for a week.

Yang Guang really didn't expect that it would finally be his squad's turn to stay at the camp to rest. He never thought that the superiors would issue such an almost impossible task.

"Have you responded to this question?" Yang Guang asked.

"The response is up, but the supply ship still has to go to the islands in the south to deliver supplies. The ones that have not yet been taken must be enough. The islands that have received supplies before this order was issued have to find their own way. After all, one The ship can only carry so much supplies. I guess the supplies brought by the supply ship are not enough. They have to dock for supplies before they can come to us. There are many islands ahead of us, and it takes less than half a month to come back."

"Wouldn't it be better to let the monkeys starve for a few days?" Chen Yongqing expressed his opinion, but what he got was a shudder from the old squad leader.

"I think you have forgotten the purpose of the United States and our military in treating prisoners."

In fact, Chen Yongqing had not forgotten it, and he didn't understand the idea of ​​preferring to go hungry himself to letting the captives eat and drink.

In his opinion, the intruders deserve to die and are lucky to be alive. It is best to let them fend for themselves.

How could Yang Guang not see what this kid was thinking?

Immediately there was another shudder: "Put your little Jiujiu away for me. According to what you say, what's the difference between us and those beasts in 37?"

At this point, Chen Yongqing understood that he really couldn't do this. If nothing else, he must at least be worthy of the camouflage he was wearing.

"Boy, remember, you have to behave like a human being."

After saying that, Yang Guang returned to his independent dormitory, leaving Wang Youjun and Chen Yongqing outside.

By coincidence, two other soldiers came out of the kitchen: "Lao Wang, Xiao Chen, come over to help with the cooking. Lao Zhang and the others will be back soon."

"Come on," Lao Wang responded and patted Chen Yongqing on the shoulder: "Lao Yang's parents both escaped from Ning City."

Chen Yongqing was startled. He knew that Yang Guang was over 40 years old and was preparing to retire from the army. A rough calculation showed that his parents should have experienced the disaster, and they were about four, five or six years old. In this way,

His parents witnessed their blood relatives fall under the knife of the invaders.

If this is really the case, it can also explain why Yang Guangdu is still unwilling to retire even though he is in his 40s.

After understanding everything, Chen Yongqing knocked on Yang Guang's door: "Squad leader, I will guard the concern in your heart for you."

"This stinky boy"

Yang Guang cursed with a smile, the tears in the corners of his eyes shining brightly under the brilliance of the setting sun.

"Lao Yang, come out quickly"

Yang Guang woke up suddenly. He could already see the stars in the sky through the window. He raised his hand and looked at the time on the watch. He had already slept for three hours.

After sorting out my clothes, I opened the door and found a large group of people in the camp.

They are all “fishermen” from the Philippines

"Old Wang, this is"

"Hey, we were lucky enough to have Lao Zhang and Lao Liu patrolling. We happened to see the country's new fighter planes expel the invaders. These are all."

Yang Guang, the new fighter jet, keenly captured this point: "There can't be a fighter jet flying by. How could the radar not respond? How could there be no movement at all?"

After so many years of coastal defense, he could tell which country they belonged to by just closing his eyes and listening to the various fighter planes in Asia.

This time there was no engine sound, and I instinctively felt something was wrong.

"Didn't I tell you that it's a new fighter jet? I can let you know about it."

"That's true. Lao Zhang asked him to tell me what the fighter plane looks like and how the battle is done."

"Lao Zhang and Lao Liu went to take a bath. You know, it's not easy to pick them up from the sea." He said, purring at the Filipinos who were sitting around under the coconut tree and doubting life.

"Come on, come on, I heard you nagging Li Chuan from afar, take them to wash up, don't let our international friends catch a cold."

He also deliberately emphasized the pronunciation of the words "international friends". Li Chuan naturally knew what to do.

A group of big-headed soldiers stay on this isolated island in the sea. If the water heater breaks down, they won't be able to repair it.

So the three classes sitting together showed sly smiles in an unusually tacit understanding.

First, there was no abuse, second, there was no beating or scolding, and third, there was no lack of meals. We are not far from the equator. It’s already July, and we still need hot water for bathing and fun.

"Tell me what the new fighter plane looks like."

The soldiers of Class One and Class Two did not answer Yang Guang's question, but looked at them with meaningful eyes.

"Come on, laugh." Wang Youjun was so angry that he banged the table and went into a rage. The very point of making people appetizing was ruined by them.

"Why are you so anxious? The plane is right behind you."

"Please, it's already 2009, and the routines from so many years ago are still being played," Chen Yongqing said, holding his forehead and laughing, unable to cry.

"Why are you lying to me so I can eat meat? How do you know if what I say is true or not?" Zhang Yong still insisted on his point of view. Yang Guang saw that the old man didn't look like he was joking, so he glanced back and turned back.

But the next second, he stood up and turned around, eyes wide open, looking at the strange, dark fighter plane in front of him in disbelief.

"Hey, we are from the third detachment of the Naval Flying Group. We are here to deliver supplies to you. We have been ordered by the superiors to take good care of our international friends and let them fully feel the hospitality and peace-loving gardeners."

“Don’t worry, we will make them feel the passion of flower growers.”

Then, the pilot nodded very appreciatively and left an extra bottle of juice in the supply.

"Brother, is this plane a J10? It doesn't look like it." Yang Guang walked around the fighter plane hovering on the ground a few times and asked the pilot who came down.

"No, I don't know when the country came up with it. I only know that it is called Xianglong."

"The name sounds good, but the airplane is awesome."

"Isn't that nonsense? I was the one who drove away the monkeys in the south this afternoon." The pilot proudly patted his chest and leaned against the supply box to chat with Yang Guang.

"I dare say that this is one of the best fighter planes in the world. The F22 of the Hawk-chan family is not half as powerful as it."

“When did the real and fake countries become so powerful?”

"We have always been very powerful, okay? Otherwise, the Philippines would have been so quick to surrender. I heard that it was Yingjiang who was stirring up trouble this time."