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Everyone had their own, the old guard had almost no duplicates, and the young guards had almost every one of them had a few half-opened ones that they could send home.

The dumplings were served, one after another. The old and young cannon fodders stuffed their stomachs with oil and water like starving ghosts. Only after they were full did Shuoyu knock on a broken pot with an unpleasant sound and announce the official start of the party. He and Dashan were the hosts.

There was a hot egg in Dashan's arms, and a smile that was expected of a child her age. Yesterday, when he and Collins went hunting, the child had caught up with them. He was surprised to find that Dashan could actually shoot a gun, and that he was very good at it.

Collins said she was a genius, but Shuo Yu didn't feel anything. He just touched the girl's hair. When hunting, half of their prey was caught by Dashan.

After coming back, due to the unreliable decision of Silasila, Dashan, who joined their group of cannon fodder, also had her own gun. However, for safety reasons, before she learned well from Collins, her gun had no bullets and could only be used to hit people. Fortunately, no one was so stupid as to provoke her.

The shrill sound of the pot breaking made everyone look over with their stomachs bulging.

"Okay, I declare the Cannon Fodder Regiment's first Christmas party at Qipo now open. First up, our troupe's loudest voice, Boss Milongmi, will sing 'Sister Wang's Missing Husband.' Please give him a round of applause!"