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After nearly half an hour, the cat ear hole was finally removed.

Shen Fei and Musa leaned the engineer shovel against the trench wall and returned to their backpacks.

Both of them were very tired.

Musa's chest heaved violently, his shoulders were covered with mud, and his whole figure looked like a black bear that had just crawled out of the swamp.

Shen Fei was not much better, his fingertips were numb from the cold, and his hands were shaking even when holding the gun.

It's quiet all around,

Only the drone sound like the buzzing of mosquitoes in the ears could be heard faintly in the dark sky above.

Musa lowered his head and glanced at the engineer's shovel, and couldn't help but curse in a low voice, "Damn it, is there something wrong with the black soil here? It looks like loose soil, and it looks like stone when dug."

"I've never been this tired before moving iron blocks at the port."

Isn’t it difficult to dig?

The soil was mixed with broken bricks, shrapnel, sawdust, bullet casings, rags, and some things that were so rotten that their origins could not be identified.

Shells blasted the land apart.

The rain softened it.

Army boots and the next round of shelling compacted it again.

Dozens of times.

In the end, this black land turned into something indescribable.

Shen Fei didn't know the exact name of this kind of soil, but he understood that it wasn't actually that bad now.

After a while, the temperature continues to drop and the soil freezes completely, which will be a real nightmare.

Don't talk about piercing the cat's ears then.

I'm afraid if you want to dig out ten centimeters more into the ground, you will have to pay for it with your life.

The system reward has not come yet.

But the sense of crisis has increased a lot.

At this moment, Musa squatted down, reached for his backpack, and then he frowned and said, "Damn..."

“Where are the socks in my backpack?”

Shen Fei almost subconsciously

The backpack had been turned over and its contents were disorganized.

The kettle is still there.

The cans are still there.

The tape is there too.

Only two pairs of dry socks were missing.

In other places, losing two pairs of socks is nothing, but in the muddy trench, dry socks are not daily necessities, but half their lives.

On the way to the defense line, Shen Fei saw with his own eyes the soldiers with soaked soles of their feet. They were huddled next to the trench wall, their eyes were numb, and there were rotten wounds on their feet that exuded a foul odor.

That kind of person won't be able to leave if he encounters a retreat.

Can't leave,

It can only be left behind.

Being left here is basically equivalent to death.

Musa stood up suddenly and asked, "Who took our socks?"

Everyone in the trench looked over.

Ivan was the first to grin: "Trash, you don't care about your own things. That's your own responsibility."

The corner of Musa's mouth twitched, and he picked up the engineer shovel placed next to the trench: "Damn... you bastard... give me back my socks!"

"Suka, who cares about a nigger's socks?" Ivan was even more fierce than him, and he said unhesitatingly: "What the hell are you shouting to attract Er Mao's drone?"

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