He would never eat such a bad thing.
The cloth that the captain wore on his head was thrown away when he washed his face, and the wounds on his body were bandaged again, all of which were borrowed from Shuoyu.
They were now much cleaner than before, sitting at the stall waiting for their bowl of messy food. There was only one lady boss busy at the stall. Shuoyu put the money in front of her, indicating that they would not eat and dash.
He knew the proprietress. Her husband had died long ago, and she had raised a child alone. In such chaotic times, nothing was easy. Her daughter was now playing with stones not far from her stall. When she saw customers coming, she hurried over to help her mother with the work.
He turned around and looked at Silasila playing with a fly that flew into his hand. Maybe their leader really needed to take a bath.
"Do you think it's really possible for them to fight like we did today? Are they really that shady?"
When Shuoyu heard Fanla's words, he thought about the scene he had seen of a group of guys in white coats taking out a person's heart, liver, spleen, lungs, and kidneys. It was just like the scene of slaughtering pigs and dividing the pork during the New Year. He felt that the people or the nation that could do such a thing might be ten times more sinister than what Si La Si La did today.
They're all crazy trying to win this damn war.
Following the captain's words "You're talking nonsense", Shuo Yu stood up slightly and knocked Fanla's head. Why did he always have illusions about the enemy?
"It's annoying. You've been fighting for six years, and you're still saying stupid things?"
Fanla covered his head with his hands. He could do nothing except staring at the half-immortal who was attacking him.
Si La Si La is laughing secretly, looking at Fan La's unlucky look, it's a bit wretched,
"You deserve a fight. You say you're loaded with practical knowledge, but when the chips are down, you're hoping the enemy will have a change of heart. How reliable is that? huh? It's so annoying! From the Northeast to the Southwest, from 1934 to 1944, I want to slap you in the face!"
Fanla feebly replaced Si La's powerless arm and slapped himself in the face. Then he started giving him some advice.
"Or you can just run. Banxian'er has some common people's clothes. Put them on. I have experience in this matter. Take the small roads, not the main roads. And you need to change your shoes. Then you can find an old forest where no one is, hide there. When the fighting starts, no one will care. Then you can run all the way north and don't look back."
"Why am I running? Why am I running? I'm not running."
"Why don't you run? Don't you see what's left on your position? A tree, just a tree. Even if Young Master Yu is in trouble, he still has a special forces battalion and half a guard company. What are you waiting for if you don't run? Banxian'er, did you see the look in Young Master Yu's eyes today?"
"You've already reduced his division to a state of complete destitution. As soon as he turns his hand, the eight and a half pounds hanging from your neck will be chopped off. Run, Commander."
"No, Yu Xiaoqing shouldn't be so stingy, right?"
Si La winked at Fan La and Ban Xian Er, seeking confirmation that Young Master Yu was not so stingy.
While they were talking, the things they wanted were placed on their table. The annoying one was a bowl of thin bean powder, which looked like a less appetizing version of tofu pudding. The terrible one was a bowl of rice noodle, which looked like a very unpalatable and tasteless silky crispy mountain.
A Yi's few bills and the small stash Fanla had conjured up from nowhere were only enough for them to eat this kind of food. Shuo Yu felt it was hard to swallow just by looking at such a bowl of food. He didn't want to waste the little money he had.
What you borrow must be repaid.
Si La struggled to hold the chopsticks with his small round hands, watching Fan La eat with his head down, smiling, and choosing not to discuss the crucial question of where his head should go for a while.
"Why do you always like to eat this weird local flavor? Are you used to it? Are you tired of it?"
"Not bad."
Si La set his sights on Ban Xian Er, looking at the empty space in front of him, raised his eyebrows,
"Banxian'er, don't you want to eat?"
"I won't eat it. I can't even eat it once I see it. You guys eat it."
Even though the burning gastric juices were grinding his digestive organs, he really couldn't eat this kind of thing. It was a torture for his tongue.
Si La stirred his bowl of colorless rice noodles and ordered his adjutant to bring him some chili and vinegar, saying,
"Where are you two going to go after this battle?"
"Will the fighting ever be over? They've been clamoring to recover lost territory for five years now. At this rate, who knows? With all the fighting, the young master might end up back at the southwestern border."
Shuo Yu thought that it was only in the past few years. He remembered it clearly from the history books. If he hadn't caught up with this war and fallen here, he would really be curious about what Beijing looks like now. He looked at Fanla's messy head with dandruff and Si La's ears that were still bleeding, and said,
"No matter where you go, after the war, I don't want to stay in this damn place anymore."
As Shuo Yu was talking, he flicked away the fly that was stuck in his captain's ear and couldn't move because of his blood. He also helped his captain to make his bowl of light rice noodle soup into a Northwest style with more vinegar and more spicy.
Fanla looked up at Shuoyu, curled his lips, and said unhappily,
"At this unreliable pace, I don't think this battle will be finished until my next lifetime."
Shuo Yu said nonchalantly, "How can there be wars every day? Wars will eventually end."
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