His wife and children have been gone for eleven years and are back today.

Shangguan Jieci calmly looked at the man in front of him who looked no different from any other soldier.

"If you can take us back to China and give us a home, I can."

"Of course, I don't want to marry a foreign woman!"

"Even if I die, you have to bring my son back. If you promise me, I will marry you."

"You, even if you don't die, I will take your son back. Even if you don't marry me, I can still take you back. Even if I die, these idiots behind me can still take you back!"

"Okay, I'll marry you."

At this point, almost everyone stopped laughing, except Shuo Yu, because everyone had been treating him as a joke from the beginning.

But no one expected that Milong actually picked up his wife and children on the roadside. Meng Fan's expressions changed from laughter at a good show to self-pitying jealousy. Yes, it was jealousy.

They were so jealous that they knew that even if they returned to Zenda, they would never have a home. However, Milong, who was no different from them just a second ago, had a home with a wife and children at a speed that ordinary people envied.

How could this not make these cannon fodders jealous?

Milong shouted with an indescribable sense of action, "Is there anyone with a tool? Is there anyone who can do the work?"

He took off his necklace, locket, pen, watch, and even the big ring on his finger, and he seemed to come alive again in an instant.

The things that he had treasured not long ago were now just a pile of junk in his eyes. Just like the veterinarian said, it seemed as if all the things he had saved up were wasted in one go.

Shuoyu handed him his Changfeng sword. It was indeed a waste of Changfeng's talent to chop down trees, but this was not only for chopping down trees, but also for the future of Milong, the Northeastern man who was the farthest away from home. So Shuoyu whispered to Changfeng, "I'm sorry for putting you in such a difficult position," while putting his sword into Milong's hand.

He used all the money he had saved in the past few days to buy a bunch of tree-cutting tools for his use.

Shuo Yu kicked Kang Ya and the others, looked at their faces that were unable to touch their heads and buttocks, and said,

"What are you standing there for? Can he finish it all by himself? Do you want the team to wait for him? Get moving!"

Bu La was the first to stand up, and then he actively responded to Shuo Yu's request for hemp, and also pulled up his little brother Dou Bing to help.

Shuo Yu shook his head and thought that he was no longer needed here. He picked up the can and continued to do what he had not finished.

Hearing the familiar sound of "The trees fell down the mountain——!", I felt nostalgic. That sound originally belonged to the Greater Khingan Range and the Lesser Khingan Range. We cut down trees before, and then we planted them back.

Shuo Yu smiled and walked more briskly, opening a can of food in his hand and feeding the guys who fell down as soon as they stopped. He walked all the way to the front of the team and threw a biscuit and a full water bottle to Li Wula.

"Captain, please eat something."

Long Wenjian grabbed it and started eating. As he ate, he looked up and asked what was going on behind him. "Are the Japanese catching up?" he grumbled.