During the entire day of defensive battle, it felt like everyone only needed to lie low in the defensive position and shoot at the enemy. However, it was actually more tiring than it looked.
As some of the soldiers had fired too many shots, their ears were ringing from the gunfire.
Basically, every soldier that had just stepped down from their defensive position duties ended up having to shout at their comrades to get the message across when they headed to the temporary field mess to eat.
It was somewhat funny yet also a little sad.
In the afternoon, when the chow squad had just served some food to a soldier, the soldier shouted, “Give me another scoop of rice!”
That soldier of the chow squad muttered, “If you want additional servings, speak nicely. What are you shouting for?!”
However, the soldiers of the chow squad quickly realized something. The soldiers they were serving had been on the battlefield for too long and could not clearly hear what was being said to them.
Some of the soldiers even suffered from shoulder pain. When they took off their outer jackets, there were bruises all over their shoulders. The bruises were caused by the recoil of their firearms.
It was not like the recoil was that strong, but they had been fighting for too long and had pulled the trigger too many times.
These grown men were not afraid of the cold at all as they laughed and compared whose bruises were more serious. If the bruises on anyone’s shoulder were not obvious enough, everyone would laugh at them for not being serious in the battle and decide they did not kill enough barbarians.
After a day of fighting, everyone’s lips became dry. Some of their lips were even chapped, making each of them look more pathetic than the other.
But even so, they could still laugh at their plight.
No one knew what they were comparing the bruises on their shoulders for. In any case, it was all about being happy.
Just as Ren Xiaosu had said a long time ago, did humans not deserve to be happy after the era of the wastelands arrived? Did everyone in this era have to struggle to survive with a bitter face?
That should not be the case.
In town, no matter how poor an adult was, they would still happily buy pork to make dumplings for their children during the New Year.
Some fathers would even buy sweets from Wang Fugui’s shop and hide them in their children’s pockets to surprise them.
Their lives were very tough, but wasn’t it precisely because humans were a species that was extremely good at finding joy in suffering that they could survive that disaster?
A materialistic lifestyle was never the foundation that determined whether humans were happy.
At this moment, a group of like-minded companions who fought hard to fend off foreign enemies and suffered together was what made them feel at ease.
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