Meng Fanle took back his map from Si La Si La, looked at it, and still couldn't accept it.
The sun was above their heads, shining on their heads and backs. Water was becoming a scarce commodity. Observation, mapping, drawing, none of these could be of any use to Shuo Yu. He used the excuse of getting water to look for wild bird eggs in the woods. The clear stream water shone on his face, which was covered with green and covered with dried grass residue. Being hungry was not a happy thing, but we were used to it.
There were a few carefree little fish in the stream. Perhaps even in a hundred years, this place would become a popular online check-in spot. But now, Shuo Yu squatted there, bored and thinking, he was alone here. The wound on his palm had already scabbed over, but when he tore it open to reveal the pink flesh that had not yet healed, he was a little at a loss.
But it was time to go back. He stretched out his tongue and licked the wound. Amidst the slightly sweet taste, there was a sour and acrid smell that could not be covered up. He carried a thermos and a kettle filled with water, as well as two bird eggs covered with feathers, and crawled back on all fours.
The sun was setting overhead, and time was slipping away bit by bit. Shuo Yu couldn't help but secretly yawn, and because of the contagious nature of yawns, the three of them yawned back and forth.
This was the fifth time. If it weren't for these five times, he wouldn't have realized so clearly that their enemies were really serious.
Just like their enemies' turtle-like fighting style that has not changed for three hundred years, they did not have any tricks when building fortifications. It was nothing more than three layers of logs, a layer of iron sheets, and a thick layer of soil. Then, like adding fillings to a cake, they continued this process layer by layer until they were satisfied.
Faced with such fortifications, even the 105mm cannons in the Yu division's warehouse could only gnaw on a layer of dead skin, which was insignificant.
Takeuchi Renzan's big talk is not as unrealistic as the big pie of modern capitalists. Such a big pie would only count if the entire Yushi was eaten alive.
Suddenly, there was no sound. He watched as their leader began to shuffle off his clothes, even his helmet, leaving only his Colt without a holster. His hair was very short. It was their shampoo day a few days ago, and the hair under his helmet was as short as his.
Shuoyu grabbed his clothes, and Fanla beside him pulled at his waistband, and both pairs of eyes looked at him nervously.
"Captain, what are you going to do?"
"I bet there's a tunnel up there, and I bet the lighting in there isn't very good~!"
There was a hint of excitement in the tone of "dead dead", like a mouse that had tasted the smell of lamp oil.
"We really can't take down Nantianmen."
Shuo Yu looked into his glowing eyes, which seemed to have a flame burning in them. He listened to their leader calmly speaking a fact that all three of them knew.
"We all know, we all saw it." Shuo Yu grabbed his clothes and refused to let go. He knew what he was going to do. It is impossible for people to be lucky all the time. Luck itself is a false proposition.
"No, have you really thought about what it would be like to attack Nantianmen? I, Banxian'er, have told you that he is a mad dog, a complete mad dog. He is even crazier than Yu Xiaoqing. We are doomed." Fanla's eyes were glaring at him, and he even gritted his teeth when he spoke.
"Captain?"
"Do you want to bet or not? It's annoying. You've never won before. Are you scared this time?" The smile on Si La Si La's face returned to his.
"Are you afraid of me, your uncle..." Fanla lowered his head and covered his eyes with his helmet, but he still didn't let go.
"Banxian'er, do you want to bet or not? Do you believe me? When the whistle for their meal blows, the three lines of defense will be able to eat at the same time. But Yu Da Tiexue won't believe it, and neither do I. But we all saw it. I don't know how he did it. I have to go and see."
Shuo Yu unknowingly loosened his hands, and saw that their leader might feel that it was not safe enough, so he took off all his shirt and pants, leaving only the short-sleeved shirt and long pants made by Xiaozui at the flag slope.
He looked into those bright eyes and knew that he was really excited. His whole body was trembling for a possible opportunity.
Fanla was so angry that he wanted to curse, but the reality did not allow him to speak loudly. He could only stare hard with his small eyes at the culprit who always frightened him. If sight could kill, Sila would have been killed by Fanla hundreds of times.
Silasila's face was smiling, full of confidence. He believed in his own judgment. Shuoyu was just afraid that he would trust his own judgment like this. He hesitated and wanted to speak, but his mouth was blocked by dirty fingers, and he could not say anything.
"I can go alone. Meng Quezi can't go back alone."
"But I..." Shuo Yu wanted to say something else, but was pushed back by a strong hand. After two days and one night of stiffness, he still had so much strength.
"Shut up, this is an order, Captain Zhang."
"……yes."
I was so tired that I wanted to reach out and grab that guy who always had his way, muttering, "I knew he was going to kill us all, I knew it all along."
Shuo Yu did not speak, but just watched the back of their regiment leader, who was half squatting, gradually disappearing around the corner. They were now in a blind spot a few meters from a Japanese trench, which was not safe, but few people came over.
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