Shuo Yu was searching for any trace of Meng Fanle underwater. He opened his eyes wide and nearly choked on several mouthfuls of river water. He hadn't been in the water for a long time, so his magic skills were not very proficient. But he didn't see anything. He swam back and forth in this area under the Nujiang River several times, almost swimming out. Apart from catching a lot of fish, he didn't see even a mouse hair.
When he returned to the shore, he lay on the rocks and gasped for breath, looking like a water ghost who had just swam out from the bottom of the Nujiang River.
His whole body was filled with the smell of fish and seafood, even dirtier than when they were drilling through the gasoline barrel. Silt and water plants covered his hair and clothes. Maodou stretched out his little tongue to lick his eyes. Shuoyu looked at the white clouds floating in the sky, and raised his hand with a feeling in his heart, muttering, "It's over."
"This unlucky guy has really been caught. That's great. The captain is going to take another 500 beatings."
Shuo Yu cursed, but had a smile on his face.
He leaned on the sand and rocks on the shore, looked at the rolling Nujiang River, stood up suddenly, threw the spoils of war on the shore, washed himself briefly, and went home with a large bag of fresh fish.
"That's good now. At least I don't have to go down again~"
When he came up just now, he found nothing and was so scared. He thought that he was too late and that the little body had been eaten by fish or had drifted into the sea. Then he really had nowhere to look for it.
Shuo Yu returned to the Sichuan Army with a pocket full of fish, all wet. They had fish soup tonight.
When we passed by Bu La and A Yi who were resting on the roadside in a dejected manner in Zenda, we pulled them back to eat together.
"Banxian'er, why are you still thinking about eating at this time?"
"What if you don't want to eat? Aren't you hungry? We're having fish soup tonight~it's going to be so delicious that it'll make your mouth water!"
"Oh, oh, oh, did you hear me? Banxianer is making fish soup tonight!"
Bu La held onto hope and shouted "I'm tired" to the shallow riverbed, as if the heartless thing could hear it if it followed the river.
"Stop shouting, stop shouting, Fanla that guy was caught by Master Yu."
"Really?" Ayi asked uncertainly. They had been searching for Gou Rou for a long time, but found nothing except two grenades.
"Well, let's go find the regiment commander now." Shuo Yu pushed the dejected guys. The most important thing now was to find their regiment commander and let Si La Si La go to the division headquarters to lead the people. We couldn't let Fan La really be shot, even though that guy was useless all day long and kept saying depressing things.
"Okay, okay!"
"Let's go, let's go! I knew that Fanla wouldn't die so easily~!"
On the other side, after Meng Fanle mustered up the courage to jump down one slope after another that was nearly 90 degrees, he was finally caught by Li Bing and his men. His two arms were fixed to a long wooden stick, and then he was nailed to the ground between two trees not far away like a cross.
This guy Meng Fanle really picked a good day. Today is the day when Yu Shi's American allies replace their equipment. The venue is near the two trees where Meng Fanle was tied. This open space is also the largest open space between Henglan Mountain and Jieqipo. It ensures that the guys in the two positions can see what the consequences of being a deserter are. It can also be regarded as a warning to others, right?
The American soldier wearing sunglasses said that Meng Fanle could understand English, but all this had nothing to do with him anymore. He was a deserter. No matter which unit he was in, he should be executed on the spot if he was caught, especially in Yu Xiaoqing's unit. That guy even dared to kill his own brother for deserting, let alone him.
He thought desperately in his heart, but he never wanted to die like this, never! But as always, he had no choice.
The best military equipment was given to Yu Xiaoqing's main force. He Shuguang only had a pair of shorts left and began to wear the clothes issued by the American master. At the end of the line, he had to pass by the tied-up, stick-like figure who looked like he was about to hang himself. Meng Annoyed, showed him the weapon he had recently obtained, and pretended to aim at him.
This time, Master Yu not only had a variety of American weapons, but also tanks that scared Meng Fanle so much that he peed his pants in his dreams. Yu Zhi, whom he had met before, was appointed as the company commander of the tank company.
The English word "victory" resounded over the small open space, echoing for a long time. Among them, Meng Fanle's voice was the loudest. Even though someone was pointing a gun at his stomach, his voice still shouted victory in English. This thing that he had once abandoned and claimed he would never want or think about again,
What happened in this open space this afternoon had nothing to do with Jiqipo, but the salty and fragrant fish soup drifted all the way from Jiqipo to Meng Fanle's nose.
His eyes were always looking there, in that direction. He longed for someone to come and see him. He breathed in the smell in the air. He knew that the cook must be Banxian. Only the food he cooked could have such a smell.
He squinted his eyes and looked at the familiar yet unfamiliar battlefield. Because of the distance, he patiently identified the familiar "little bugs" one by one. For him, this was the only thing he could do now.
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