The morning light swept across their small camp. Shuo Yu wanted to bask in the sun to warm his soft bones.

Their leader's unpleasant laughter, like an iron spoon scratching a broken pot, drifted across the flag slope. This laughter was both piercing and annoying, so he silently laughed along with Si La Si La. Shuo Yu lay on his back in the trench, the sun basking all over his upper body, the stinging pain mixed with enjoyment. He should have brought Mao Dou with him to bask in the sun, but he didn't know what Mao Dou was like now.

Although Fanla refused to admit that he had lost, he had lost anyway, because the man before him, Sila, had lived ten years longer than him and had seen ten years more. Shuoyu stretched his body and slouched in the sun. Today was a fine day, and such fine weather meant giving them a haircut. He had no shortage of razors, jasmine-scented soap, and hot water.

What he lacks the least is hundreds or even thousands of messy heads.

Fanla and Si La were playing a game of dodging bayonets. Shuoyu felt that Fanla really wanted to stab Si La, but he could never stab that guy who was more energetic than Gou Rou. The wet tongue licked Shuoyu's palm, but Shuoyu had nothing in his hand. He looked at the Gou Rou beside him with amusement, thinking that Gou Rou must have been tortured.

Running around with their leader and his human brother all day, the former Zenda Dog King no longer had the energy to hunt. He could only lick Shuoyu's palm with his wet nose and tongue. He couldn't help but pour out a pack of biscuits from his pocket into his hand. The biscuits had turned into crumbs after a morning of wandering, but he was very happy to lick the dog meat.

After Gourou finished licking the biscuit, Shuoyu also stood up and asked Doubing and Dayan to inform the cannon fodders to line up one by one and go to his hut. He wanted to give them a haircut. It was a notification, not a discussion.

After he finished speaking, he used Fanla as a crutch to tell him not to play boring games with Si La Si La anymore.

Their position has been built in a proper manner. Instead of letting the new kids who just joined them shoot guns, these new cannon fodders prefer to play with the soil, which makes them feel safe.

So, just like groundhogs, they dig their holes deeper and deeper, striving for perfection.

Shuoyu was boiling a pot of water. The first person he wanted to shave was Fanla, who he used as a crutch. He was eating the canned meat he had worked so hard to get, and it was delicious because he had promised to tell stories to the group of new recruits, wasting his only saliva, which he loved to waste the most.

Shuoyu's tools were complete, including a razor, soap, and a piece of cloth to wear around his neck.

Not long after, when Milong and the others heard the free haircut call and rushed over, they saw Meng Fanle holding a can of hair with a fresh face and a jasmine scent on his head. He shook the iron spoon in his hand at them.

Shuoyu had never learned how to cut hair, he just cut the hair of these guys short to prevent insects from building homes and breeding there.

Bu La and the others' eyes lit up when they saw the empty cans in Fan La's hands. They thought that even guys with shaved heads could have cans to eat. They immediately became impatient and scrambled to ask Ban Xian Er to get them first.

When Shuo Yu saw this scene, he knew they had misunderstood, but he did not expose this lie. Giving them a free haircut was already good enough, but they wanted to eat his canned food. What good things were they thinking? There was no canned food, but there was a large handful of banana tree roots on the flag slope, which was enough for them to eat until they were full.

His technique was not very skillful, but he was fast enough, one head every few seconds, like an assembly line. However, even if he was faster, there were still more than a thousand heads. Shuo Yu worked on it from morning until lunchtime before he finished all of them.

Isn’t it nice to be clean and refreshing?

Although he knew that this cleanliness would become dirty again after the sun went down, he didn't care.

Ayi hid in Shuoyu's hut and ate his share of canned food. Although he was very happy to tell these new recruits something,

Shuoyu just told him to teach everyone what he learned in the Officer Training Corps, even if it was just knowing a few more words. In order to implement their Sichuan Army Corps' small courses, he also specially made a large wooden board so that Fanla and Ayi could have something to write and draw on during the lecture. In his impression, teachers should all have such a wooden board. No matter what its purpose is, it can make Fanla and Ayi more like teachers.

There was no more attack from the other side. Instead, they seemed to have started to build fortifications, as if they were determined to fight them to the bitter end. Shuo Yu would not have gone there unless it was absolutely necessary and he was almost starving to death. He preferred to go hunting in the forest and the Savage Mountains. The last time he went there was because Kang Ya wanted a rearview mirror. The jeep that Yu Xiaoqing gave their group did not have a mirror.

Shuoyu had no way of conjuring up a mirror for him, so he could only accept his fate and go to the West Coast again one night to find a mirror for him and bring back some food.

He watched a group of savages digging in the dark night, with Japanese soldiers shooting at them, leaving behind several headless corpses. He looked at the group of half-naked savages and learned after communicating that they were villagers from a village called Lotus Village. They had fled to the mountains because they would never surrender to the Japanese soldiers, but people could leave but the land could not be left uncultivated.

They had no other choice. They were like a group of wild beasts that had lost their civilization but still retained their farming instincts. Without weapons, they could only leave behind corpses one after another as a condition for continuing to farm. Shuo Yu left half of the food for them, looking at the mirror in his hand, biting his finger and drawing something on it.

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