Chapter 951 - No Such Thing As A Bad Nickname (1/2)

At the defensive position, the 6th Combat Brigade's soldiers were taking out the barbarians with their machine guns to their heart's content.

This battle started very suddenly and ended very quickly. The main forces of the expeditionary army had already started to reorganize. If not for the elite barbarians who said they would coordinate with the main forces from the inside for an attack, the barbarians would not have gone to battle again in such a hurry.

As a result, the expeditionary army paid a very heavy price in today's battle. Fortunately, the regimental commander leading the battle was still able to keep his cool. The barbarians did not panic when they retreated.

But even so, they still ended up paying with the lives of over 3,000 soldiers in this battle.

When the soldiers of the 6th Combat Brigade saw the barbarians retreating, the entire defensive position immediately cheered. Although they knew the war was far from over and they still had to face extremely tough battles after this, it did not stop them from getting excited at this moment.

A veteran next to a heavy machine gun said animatedly, ”See that? The barbarians were just about to pull out of range, but I managed to squeeze a shot through a gap in their shields and hit a barbarian in the head. How godlike is that? I told y'all I'm a sharpshooter. Y'all should've seen your expressions!”

A few soldiers sat down at the position and took off their boots right then and there. Immediately, the entire machine gun nest was filled with a faint stench of feet.

The boots were extremely thick and heavy, and all of the soldiers had tied their bootlaces tightly. Although it helped them be more nimble in battle, it made their ankles really sore after a prolonged period.

When they all took off their boots, some of them immediately let out a sigh of relief.

Today's battle had lasted for a full 16 hours, with four watches of soldiers rotating through this position alone. Everyone was extremely exhausted.

Suddenly, the aroma of meat drifted across the defensive position. Some of the veterans' eyes widened. ”Meat, it's the smell of freshly stewed meat! It's not canned luncheon meat!”

”You can even distinguish by smell?” a recruit wondered.

”Of course.” The veteran chuckled, ”When you get sick of eating luncheon meat, you'll be able to tell as well. Quick, go and send someone to collect the food. If we're late, the meat will probably be finished by the others.”

After some ten minutes, several dozen soldiers came back with their aluminum mess tins filled with food. They said excitedly, ”Don't worry about the meat running out. Brigade Commander Zhang said there's plenty for everyone today!”

The veteran wondered, ”Eh, where did the meat come from?”

”The brigade commander said that it was brought back by the future commander. I heard that he went out and robbed five of the barbarians' supply convoys.” The recruit explained with a smile, ”There's not only meat but fresh vegetables as well!”

When everyone heard there were fresh vegetables, they got even more excited than when they heard about the fresh meat.

Ever since they came to the Central Plains from the Northwest, they basically had carrots, radishes, and potatoes along the way. It was not that the Northwest Army was poor, but that only these types of vegetables could be stored conveniently.

It was impossible to be particular about food when fighting a war. Ensuring they had enough nutrition and enough to eat was already a very difficult task.

But now, when the veterans opened their aluminum mess tins, one of them fell silent after seeing shredded pork with green pepper in it.

Actually, this was just a simple meal that consisted of shredded pork with green pepper. However, it evoked many of his memories of home.

When going on campaign, even minor details could make people immerse themselves in the beautiful times they had in the past.

War was cruel. The harsher the environment, the more they needed these beautiful moments as support to continue fighting.

”I miss home.” The veteran sighed.

A recruit suddenly asked, ”Platoon Commander, what made you join the military?”