"Who the hell stole my military uniform?!"
Standing in front of the bamboo pole, Bai Luoti looked at the empty frame and let out a heart-wrenching roar.
"You bastard, I've already lost four military uniforms this month! Which son of a bitch stole them?!"
His shouts attracted the attention of many wounded soldiers, who all craned their necks to look over.
In the military camp, they were interested in everything except training.
They were interested even in helping ordinary people carry manure.
Not to mention watching the spectacle.
Moreover, he spent every day in the wounded soldiers' camp recuperating, with nothing to do all day except eat and sleep.
I spend my days lying in bed in a daze, and at most I sunbathe on the beach; I have absolutely nothing to do.
Now that something has finally happened, they all seem very excited.
When they heard that their military uniforms had been stolen, they all hissed and withdrew their heads in disappointment.
Because this kind of thing is so normal; everyone wears the same uniform, and they're always hung together.
Sometimes the wind is strong, and clothes that are drying in the sun get blown away.
As for the military uniform that was blown away, who knows whose it was? Anyway, everyone felt it wasn't theirs.
Then they just haphazardly collect everything, and by the time the person collecting the clothes finds out that their uniform is gone.
This kind of thing happens several times a month, and no one can get it back.
After all, as they say in the military, "How can we say we have no clothes? We share the same robes."
We're all buddies, so whose clothes aren't clothes?
"What's all the noise about?"
Guo Datou, leaning on his knife, walked over when he heard Bai Luoti's cursing.
"Reporting, Battalion Commander, my uniform has been stolen again."
"Steal? What do you mean by stealing?"
Guo Datou glared at him: "This is called coordination."
"From now on, let's not use words that are detrimental to unity."
“These are all public property, how can you say it’s stolen?”
Bai Luoti was glared at, and immediately changed his tune, saying, "Reporting to the battalion commander, my clothes have been arranged by someone else, and I don't have a uniform to wear now."
"I only have this one set of clothes left. After I take a shower, I'll be naked."
Seeing his aggrieved look, Guo Datou had no choice but to ask the logistics department to bring him another set of clothes.
Looking at the brand-new military uniform, Bai Luoti's grievances vanished, and he limped back to the wounded soldiers' camp.
Miyazaki has now become Li Chang'an's base of operations.
All the captured prisoners and wounded soldiers will remain here.
Bai Luoti was very unlucky; during the attack on Kumamoto, his squad was ambushed by ninjas in an alley.
Fortunately, the fish scale armor that Li Chang'an was rewarded with by the system had amazing defensive capabilities, which allowed their team to hold out against dozens of ninjas until reinforcements arrived.
However, as the team leader, he was hit by a stick and had his leg broken because he was at the forefront of the charge.
With no other option, he handed the team over to Vice Captain Chen Shaoan and returned to Miyazaki to recuperate.
Bai Luoti was very open-minded about this kind of thing.
War always results in casualties.
A war without casualties is impossible.
Moreover, I was only injured, which is already quite lucky.
Although he always comforted himself with these thoughts, he still wanted to continue fighting on the battlefield alongside his brothers, killing enemies and making contributions together.
Lying in the wounded soldiers' camp every day to recuperate, Bai Luoti felt that his body was becoming lazy and sluggish.
In his mind, a warrior should be just like the prince said.
Minor injuries do not keep one from the front lines; serious injuries prevent one from leaving the front lines.
Fighting to the death, battling the enemy to the last man on the battlefield—that is the destiny of a warrior.
When he returned to his bed and prepared to rest, a man with a severed hand walked over.
"Old Bai, I just heard you yelling outside, and you even got a scolding from the captain. What happened?"
When Bai Luoti opened his eyes, he saw Feng He, one of his comrades from the same batch, sitting by his bedside.
"What else could have happened? My military uniform was stolen."
"Damn it, wasn't my old military uniform stained with a lot of blood from the war?"
"Later, when I was injured and receiving treatment, the army doctor cut it open, and I couldn't wear it anymore."
"The logistics department gave me a new set of military uniform, and then I washed it and hung it up."
"I don't know which bastard took it from me because my military uniform was relatively new."
"If I catch him, I'll definitely kill him."
Fenghe listened to his complaints while offering words of comfort.
"Sigh, that's normal. Even in the military, there are always a few people who like to take advantage of others."
“I, Feng He, despise this kind of person the most; he can’t stand seeing others have good things.”
"We're all comrades, what's the point of stealing?"
Bai Luoti looked at his good comrade-in-arms and felt a little moved.
Sure enough, the most reliable person is still one's own brother.
"But it's okay, I'll catch the thief who stole my clothes tonight."
"Um?"
"How can you catch them? Everyone's uniform is the same. How can you possibly catch them?"
"Hehe, my military uniform has been stolen so many times, how could I not be careful?"
Bai Luoti stealthily leaned close to Feng He's ear and spoke.
"I secretly sewed my name onto my collar, so that at night I could sneak a peek and see whose uniform collar had my name on it."
"When the time comes, I'll catch him red-handed and report him to the captain, letting that bastard steal my clothes."
As they talked, Bai Luoti sensed that something was wrong.
"Wait a minute, Fenghe, why does your military uniform look so new?"
"I remember your military uniform was always dirty."
"Did you steal my clothes? Let me see the collar."
"Damn it, you can guard against it day and night, but it's hard to guard against a thief within your own ranks."
Bai Luoti then noticed that Feng He's military uniform looked a little off because it was new.
He reached out, grabbed Fenghe's collar, turned it over, and saw his own name embroidered on it.
Feng He looked at the name on the collar and felt somewhat angry.
"Bailoti, this is too much! How could you embroider your name on my clothes?"
"I'll fucking kill you."
Bai Luoti couldn't stand this bastard's face, so he angrily picked up the pestle next to him and threw it at him.
Feng He ducked and dodged, the pestle flying straight toward the tent.
A little girl carrying a bucket of water carefully pushed open the door and walked in.
I looked up and saw a stick flying towards me.
Then, with a thud, she was knocked to the ground, the bucket of water in her hand fell to the ground, spilling water everywhere.
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