Myriad Worlds Inventory Box

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

When he opened the storage box, Huang Feng found something new. It was a painting, a scroll painting. Huang Feng was very happy about it. This was also a way to make money that he thought before.

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

As for fakes like porcelain, we didn't buy Huang Feng, but for calligraphy and paintings, he can prepare by himself, that is, he wrote it himself!

The words written by Huang Feng are not too ugly, but they are definitely not good-looking. If you take them out, it is impossible to be recognized by others. However, this is not important for the storage box, as long as the nature is similar. .

So, he just wrote a word by himself, and put it in the storage box, waiting to replace some calligraphy works from other spaces. As for paintings, the same operation is also done, but he has no talent for painting at all. He just used a pen to draw a random sun and a boxy house on a piece of scratch paper. Even a primary school student's drawing is better than his.

However, it doesn't matter, it's just a painting anyway, and Huang Feng didn't expect to change to another painting so soon.

"I don't know how that person will feel when he sees my painting." Huang Feng said while opening the new painting, of course he didn't know that the opposite point was given to him by this divine painting. Pissed off.

I'm not good at appreciating paintings, so I don't know if the words are good or not, and how much they can sell. However, now he doesn't seem to be very short of money, so he put this painting in first. In the ring.

After that, after playing with Xiao Bai at home for a while, Huang Feng changed his clothes and went out.

"Concealment! Pay attention to concealment!"

"Get down! Watch out for cannonballs!"

"Second battalion commander, second battalion commander?!"

A loud cry, mixed with the whistle of the flying shells, resounded throughout the entire position.

At a glance, the simple fortifications are covered with corpses, and 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 cannonballs continuously fell on the entire position with a sharp whistle, and the people on the position had no way to look up. They either lay on the ground or found a simple place to stay and wait for the artillery fire to pass. , Although the shells exploded beside him, few people had a look of fear on their faces. If they saw this battle a lot, they would not care. Of course, some recruits who had seen little were still full of The face is tense, but there will be veterans around to help take care of it.

The shells kept exploding, covering the sky with mud, obscuring the sight, and falling on the people on the ground. Some people were unlucky and were directly killed by the shells. Their bodies were bloody and miserable. In this situation, it is estimated that he could not help but vomit. However, these people watched their companions get killed, but they did not show any expressions, and looked at all this calmly, but the anger and sadness flashed in their eyes, It shows that their hearts are not at peace, and they are still saddened by the death of their comrades.

The sound of the shells gradually faded, and the entire position was quiet, as if all the people were dead, and then, not so.

"If you haven't died yet, get up for Lao Tzu, they are going to charge!" At this time, a somewhat rough and irritable voice sounded from the silent position.

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

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

One after another, the figures stood up one by one, and once again lay on the fortifications with their guns in their hands, watching the enemies getting closer and closer in the distance, even in the most dangerous times, they never abandoned their guns. , they know that it is their life, unless they die, they have to take it with them even if they sleep at night.

"How about the first battalion commander and the first battalion commander, how are your casualties?" The feisty voice came again just now.

"Reporting the regimental commander, our battalion commander, our battalion commander, he was just killed by the devil's shell!" This was a weak voice, but it was a young man of eighteen or nineteen years old. He was also very embarrassed at this time. , The face, head, clothes are all covered with mud, and the thighs are still bleeding. I don't know if it's my own or someone else's. When he said that his battalion commander was killed, his eyes couldn't help but stay. Weeping tears, clung to the soil, made the already dirty face even more bleak.

After hearing his words, the regiment commander paused and said, "Where's your battalion lieutenant?"

"Deputy battalion commander Niu was also injured just now and is being bandaged. Come over immediately." The man continued to reply.

The team nodded. After that, they continued to inquire about the situation of the second and third battalions. The situation of each battalion was not very good. The artillery fire of the devils was too fierce. Their fortifications were built in a hurry.

, can't resist it at all.

However, they were ordered to stay here for forty-eight hours, and the time is far from over. No matter how serious the casualties, they have to persevere.

Each battalion has reached its designated position, and all are lying on the fortifications watching each other slowly approach.

"Uncle Wu, do you think we can hold this place?" At this time, a soldier who looked young asked an old soldier beside him with an uneasy face.

This little soldier is on the battlefield for the first time today. Everyone in his family was killed by the enemy. He went to the battlefield to avenge his family. For this reason, he falsely reported his age. After simple training, he sent to the battlefield.

And he didn't expect that his first battle would be so difficult. The opponents had more people than them, and the opponents also had sharp artillery. The sound of the cannonballs flying always made him unable to help but be afraid. Support: [End of this God Station] Please share this site with your friends!