On the other side, Meng Fanle followed the vermicelli crumbs he dropped and found the place of his dreams again. He looked at the hem of the woman's skirt and the white arm that vaguely appeared in the gap between the wall and the door.
If Maodou saw him like this, he would probably pounce on him and bite him, because he looked like a big gray mouse that had just learned to stand and was looking at the door.
A man was coming out of the door.
Meng Anle immediately turned his head and pretended not to see it. When he heard the sound of the door closing, he rushed to the door and was stunned. There was a sign on the door with two sides. One side was engraved with the Bagua pattern, and the other side was blank. This represented a secret known to everyone in the local area.
He seemed to be hit by something and fled in panic. After turning around, he almost fell to the ground.
At this time, it started to rain again in Zenda, soaking him like a drowned rat, with his hair sticking to his eyes. Even though his legs had been healed by Shuoyu, he still limped along. At a corner, he met a big dog with black and yellow fur. It was very big, and it could never grow bigger if it was raised at home. So it was an extremely ferocious wild dog.
They looked at each other, and Meng Fanle fled in panic with trembling legs the next second. Fortunately, the dog might have just finished eating and had no intention of hunting him.
He escaped the disaster and returned to the dilapidated temple where they were staying in a panic. He dried himself by the fire that Shuoyu had just lit.
At this moment, there was a sound of a car braking outside the dilapidated temple. Someone was coming. They all looked at Zhang Lixian and He Shuguang who suddenly appeared. The veterinarian was scared. This old man who was over fifty years old had never considered himself a soldier. He still felt that he was just an ordinary citizen, so he was afraid of all power, especially since he had just broken the rules and sneaked out.
“How many people are here?”
"More than seventy, right?" He Shuguang sneezed uncertainly.
Even the people who escorted them didn't know how many people were here.
Shuoyu stood up and shouted "Report". He had counted.
"Report to the commander, there are seventy-five people here, not one less."
Zhang Lixian looked at him, exclaimed, and then pointed at the rice on the cart.
"This is for you. The commander ordered you to stay put. The main force has already set out and will be taking action soon!"
Zhang Lixian handed the rice to Shuoyu and drove away. The swift movement of the car splashed wet mud onto Shuoyu's clothes and onto the bodies of the fleeing soldiers who had come out to watch.
Shuoyu held the heavy rice in his arms, watching Zhang Lixian and He Shuguang walking away.
Then he turned around and looked at this group of dusty guys staring at him, no, to be more precise, they were staring at the bag of rice in his hand. Shuo Yu stood among them holding the bag of rice, looking left and right.
"What are you doing?"
"We...this..."
Before he could finish his confusing words, Meng Fanle's stomach started to growl. He lowered his head and looked at his feet which were half-buried in the mud.
This made Shuo Yu laugh, and then he said seriously,
"Alright, alright, let's go find someone who can cook!"
Shuo Yu's words are really a hodgepodge now, and he himself is not aware of this problem.
Doubing and Yaoma were the first to go and look for firewood and a pot to cook.
Shuoyu said, "Catch it," and threw the rice to Milong. The sudden weight made Milong's big butt face everyone.
"Cooking, cooking. Man is iron and rice is steel. If you don't eat a meal, you will be hungry~!"
"Are you tired, aren't you?"
Meng Fanle was lifted up by Shuoyu again. This guy was really not that heavy. His rotten feet came out of the mud due to the external force, and he stepped on the solid ground again.
There was only one fire, but they had collected more than one helmet that could be used as a pot. One helmet was distributed among several people, and anyone who drank more would definitely be beaten by the crowd, because they only had so much food, but no one knew how long they would stay in this broken place.
Shuo Yu took a small sip using the shield of his helmet and passed it to Bu La next to him. The feeling of hot porridge in the stomach will bring people physical satisfaction. This kind of satisfaction is engraved in human genes, the need for warmth and food.
After eating, everyone dispersed and gathered in groups. Milong chatted with a few "brothers" he had just found, and the first thing he said was the accent of Northeast China. Li Wula leaned not far away from him, looking at him with envy in his eyes.
Bu La and Yao Ma started their daily fight.
Ayi leaned against the wall alone, Shuoyu knew that the current situation was definitely not what he imagined, so he was at a loss.
Shuoyu was wearing a relatively new military uniform, which was given to him by Zhang Lixian, because he had been a soldier since he joined the army, very carelessly, but he was now a corporal,
During the few days in this dilapidated temple, someone told several of them that they were given official positions. Ayi, the only major among them, was appointed as the battalion commander. The people under him were not satisfied with the position of battalion commander with a company structure.
Meng Fanle, Lieutenant Deputy Company Commander.
Li Ula and Kang Ya were reinstated and became second lieutenant platoon leaders again. This made Milong very dissatisfied. He would wave his fists to beat Li Ula whenever he had the chance. However, what surprised Shuoyu and the others was that Li Ula was no longer like a dead fish. On the contrary, he and Milong fought back and forth. It was just that due to long-term malnutrition, he lost more than he won, or simply never won.
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