Shuo Yu carried Fanla back to their Jiqipo position and put him in Si La Si La's cave. After all, Fanla was their regimental commander's adjutant, messenger, staff officer, translator... all kinds of messy things that could be thought of were within "three meters", so he lived in the same cave with Si La Si La.
"Okay, you sit here first. I'll get you some leftovers from the morning. You can eat some and relax first." Shuoyu put Fanla on the small bed where their leader usually rested. Then he was about to go out. He heard Fanla speak hesitantly behind him with a funny look on his face.
“Um, um…”
"Don't thank me."
"The young master didn't say thank you."
"Okay, excuse me, wait for me, I'll be back soon."
Shuo Yu briefly used his spiritual power to heat up the cold porridge and rice, and served it to Meng Fanle's hungry stomach. Just as he handed it to him, he received the news that their leader was going to gather. In fact, this news was not a secret among them. They had been waiting for this day for a long time, but they didn't expect it to be so soon. He thought they would have to wait for a few days.
The driver of the dead car was Kang Ya. Where he went every day and who he met was no longer a secret among the old cannon fodder.
He actually found the ninety-year-old tea-loving old man that Li Liang had mentioned. Shuoyu learned about it at the tea party at Jiqipo that evening. The Death Star made unpalatable Ma Gang tea, and he provided Japanese cookies. He thought that perhaps the secret to longevity was drinking tea regularly. Then he took a big sip of the unpalatable tea made by the Death Star, and after swallowing it with great effort, he felt that it was absolutely impossible to live a long life by drinking such tea.
They had a path to the west bank, but the guys on the other side didn't know about it. They were going to the west bank, and that was the most important thing.
Because of the haste, some rice particles were stuck on Meng Fanle's nose, but he had no intention to wipe them off. He just looked at Shuoyu blankly because of the sudden gathering. The dead and the unlucky people in the cave had left in a hurry. Meng Fanle also put down his bowl and followed them without knowing why. He asked as he walked,
"What are you guys doing there?"
"Nothing, nothing at all."
"Then what are you gathering for?"
Meng Fanle's legs had been tied for four days and he couldn't even walk. He could only walk stiffly behind them, shouting,
"...I know what you're going to do. You're itchy, you're itchy all over right now. Aren't you just some broken American product that was picked out by others? If you act on your own again, Yu Xiaoqing will really kill you!"
Fanla approached Si La, wanting to know something from his face, but Si La didn't even look at him, just waved his hand and continued walking.
"In times of national crisis, loyalty is already a serious issue, so there's no need to water down filial piety!"
"Hey, but don't be so picky, I'm really itchy, you unlucky star, please scratch it for me."
Si La Si La glanced at Shuo Yu and the other boy. Maybe he really had fleas on his body, as he was rubbing against the wood very hard. Shuo Yu secretly used an insect removal technique on his back, thinking, this should stop itching, right?
Sometimes the itchiness on the body is due to the itchiness in the heart. The itchy part of the body can be reached by stretching out your hands, but the itchiness in the heart cannot be scratched out.
Si La Si La continued walking while tidying up his clothes, followed by Shuo Yu and Sang Men Xing. In fact, he had no intention of hiding it from this guy at the beginning. Going to the west coast to pick up his parents was just a side job. The important thing was the map, the map of the Japanese defense line on the west coast.
Meng was tired and leaned against the trench, shouting at the back of the dead man.
"No, you're looking for death. No one wants to go with you. No one wants to die—! I won't go with you!"
"Oh my god, that's great, Death Star, let's go!"
Shuo Yu glanced at Si La Si La's smiling face and the figure of Death Star who was walking away with him, then looked at Fan La beside him, thought for a while, and took Fan La's hand that didn't want to go, and followed him.
"It's annoying, let's go, don't fall behind."
The hand in Shuoyu's hand was struggling, but not that much. It was just that he was very conflicted inside. However, his hands showed one attitude, and his feet showed another.
"Young Master doesn't want to die. No one wants to die. I want to live."
"I know, but don't you want to go to the West Coast to see your parents?"
"No one wants to die, but someone has to sacrifice."
Shuoyu read the last sentence to himself in his mind, without saying it out loud. Perhaps he knew what it meant. Really, he understood it, but he also felt that he didn't understand it.
Just like Fanla said, their leader was itching all over, because one day they would have to go there, because that was their land, but before that day came, they had to make some preparations, didn't they?
Those who had fought in battles and those who could fight were gathered in a narrow communication trench. They looked at each other with excitement in their eyes. Everyone knew what they were going to do. The new American weapons made them itch all over. Even though they only had junk that the main force of the Yu Division didn't want, they still couldn't control their excitement.
There was a war to be fought. This news alone made the old cannon fodders, who were bored in the long confrontation and wasting time, tremble with fear.
Everyone is afraid of being called, but also worried about not being called.
It was dark, a fire was lit in the communication trench, and Shuoyu was making porridge. This was their dinner tonight. It was sticky because it was a hodgepodge of rice and noodles. The salty aroma of the food was a bit out of tune with the tense atmosphere here, but they were indeed hungry.
Ayi and Silasila gathered together and started writing a piece of paper with the names of all the guys present on it. They would draw lots, it was all based on luck, whoever got drawn would go, don't complain, it was all arranged by God, this was what their leader had been saying since the beginning,
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