Transmigrated into the Cannon Fodder Squad: West Bank Buffet Opens For Business!

Shuoyu, a twice-transmigrated unlucky person, first traveled from modern society to a cultivation world. After cultivating for ten thousand years with great difficulty, he unexpectedly fell into th...

Chapter 45 Why Do You Smell Like a Moldy Cucumber?

Maodou licked his face and just watched their leader being taken away by this group of people.

The last words he said to Shuoyu and the others were to help him take good care of his dog brothers, and then he got into the car with a smile. He looked like he was not being arrested, but was going to attend a party.

Shuoyu stretched out his hand to grab him, but Fanla grabbed him and pulled him back.

"Don't be impulsive if you really want him to be well."

He looked at Fanla without saying anything, but Maodou meowed at Fanla, as if asking why.

Because Yu Xiaoqing didn't want Shuoyu and his group to damage their image in the eyes of the Zenda villagers, he arranged for people to drive them like livestock and crammed them into a place, a shelter that was slightly larger than the one they had been to before going to Myanmar.

Fanla has been covering one eye since he came in, sitting aside, not knowing what he is thinking.

Shuo Yu simply stayed there for a while, hoping to recover quickly so that he could go out and find out what Yu Da Tiexue was going to do to their leader.

Kang Ya was holding a bunch of potatoes, eggplants, fruits and other things that were given to them by the enthusiastic people of Zenda, with a happy face.

Milong didn't find his wife and was wandering around like a ghost, occupying the best room and not coming out.

Maodou looked at the black panther with a fierce look in his eyes, and used his butt to push Shuoyu's head, as if to give himself courage.

Ayi had a huge durian in his hand. Growing up in Shanghai, he had never seen such a fruit before. However, since it was given to him by the folks in Zenda, he felt embarrassed to refuse it, so he carried it all the way.

No one spoke, except for Maodou's occasional growl and Black Panther's intermittent responses.

According to Yu Zhi, the man who sent them here and who spoke in Tangshan dialect, these guys were temporarily detained here, just like prisoners who could not leave without permission.

Just like their leader Yu Xiaoqing, these guys also looked down on Shuo Yu and his group of people who were half-naked.

For the sake of these more than a hundred people, two sentries who had never even fought in a battle were watching them at the door. Shuo Yu lazily looked at the moon in the sky. A gloomy atmosphere lingered among them.

The clattering of red torches echoed around them. This sound came from the only source of light in their yard. Bu La and Yao Ma were pulling a linen sheet together and were about to go to sleep. Dou Bing glanced at Mi Long, who had closed the door, and then at Yao Ma, both of them looking bewildered.

Shuoyu now has a complete set of clothes put together by everyone, so he no longer has to wear only a pair of shorts for others to admire.

"Gently awaken your sleeping heart and slowly open your eyes.

Look at the busy world, are you still lonely and spinning around~!

..."

Everyone is looking forward to a better tomorrow, even Shuoyu is looking forward to it. He doesn't know when he can stand up again. Maybe it will take a long time, maybe he can stand up tomorrow.

Milong pushed the door open and wanted to go out to look for his wife and children, but the sentry at the door pointed his gun at him. The two guys who couldn't even use a gun were pointing at Milong, who had a box of bullets that could kill six Japanese soldiers.

Manchu-Han, a native of Zenda, mud egg, from Hubei,

Shuo Yu glanced at Zhao Qian who was squatting beside him. Apart from himself, this guy only knew their leader, but their leader had been taken away and his life or death was unknown, so he could only rely on Shuo Yu, hoping to find some sense of security. Perhaps things were not like this in his imagination.

But so what? Reality is often eighteen thousand times more outrageous than the storyteller's stories, making you dizzy and wanting to vomit. Only when you vomit out the contents of your stomach for such a brief moment will you get the truth, the unacceptable truth.

In the following days, according to Ayi, the only "press release officer" among them, their commander, Long Wenjian, was only a lieutenant, a lieutenant like Fanla, a lieutenant of 34 years old.

Just like what they experienced, after the plane crash, he survived and snatched the rank of a dead man, then began to pretend to be the head of the regiment, giving orders. He really had his own team, and the team that stupidly followed him rushed forward, and then was exhausted in one night at the Nantianmen, leaving only a pile of slag.

Ayi said he was deceived, and he rarely started to curse. Fanla fiddled with his intact leg and talked to the death star. He said he knew that guy would kill them all, he knew it from the first moment he saw him.

Many voices echoed his words, a group of people with anger on their lips and sorrow in their hearts,

Shuoyu looked at them with his head tilted back and said calmly that he didn't think Si La Si La had lied to them.

"He didn't lie to us. He really brought us back. He doesn't look like a leader, but he is our leader."

"Did you fight for promotion, wealth, and marriage? Didn't you want to drive the Japs out? He gave you what you wanted. Don't criticize him. He's already done his best."

He lowered his head at the end of what he said, and the moon shone on his head, flickering and turning people's hearts into water. Fanla and the others gave their leader's dog a new name, "Dog Meat". Now Shuoyu looked at Dog Meat, and seeing it was like seeing their leader with a dog-like character.

"Wife, my wife and children are nowhere to be found. Banxian, please tell me if my wife was kidnapped by that fat guy."

Milong only cared about his wife and children. He had a home for a brief moment, even though no one thought it would come back. He couldn't get out because the two sentries at the door who had never fought in a war had guns. Milong didn't want to die, so he squatted next to Banxian'er, who had only a good head, and wanted him to calculate where his wife and children had gone.

"Don't worry, your wife will live longer than you. When I can stand up again, I'll go and ask for you."

Shuo Yu looked up at the guy standing in front of him who was blocking the moonlight. If Milong really got married to that woman, he would definitely be the worst off one in their family.