"Asshole, Baka."
"Okay, from now on, I'll call him Baga."
"That's not enough! I need to make him die!"
The nickname "Dead Dead" was unanimously agreed upon by everyone. Shuo Yu also thought it was very good so he did not express any other opinions, but he still said,
"He will take us back, you and me, and us, please talk less. Are you full? Are you annoyed?"
Shuo Yu couldn't accept the death of more people he knew, so he followed Meng Fanle and threatened to mutiny, and finally got their leader to take them to their original destination, the airport at 11 o'clock. There, the commander had said when they came here that they had everything we needed.
The veterinarian needs more medicine to treat the wounded, and Shuoyu needs more food to keep everyone full.
Yesterday they said they would come no matter what, but today they said they would leave no matter what. The Japanese appeared in every corner like endless grasshoppers. Their allies fled in disarray, but their own people were killed everywhere.
Shuo Yu handed the rice ball in his hand to Meng Fanle and asked him to take a bite to fill his mouth. When he stood with Kang Ya and Mi Long, he looked too thin, which made Shuo Yu wonder if he was also so thin originally?
Maybe black makes you look thinner?
Kang Ya reached out his hand to Shuo Yu. Shuo Yu glanced at the others and hugged him, secretly stuffing a small piece of biscuit into his mouth.
Meng Fanle had just finished telling these guys about their nickname of "fake regimental commander" when he heard the regimental commander "within three meters" asking him to go to a place where he could slap him.
He just pretended not to hear and continued to mutter. He didn't want to get close to that person and not even know how he died.
Shuo Yu returned to the end of the team, and then found that Meng Fan had left without him knowing when they were already at the end of the team. Those who had the most objections to their leader all came here. He shook his head. Did those guys really think they spoke in a low voice?
Shuo Yu thought that the leader would take them to their destination, which was the airport, because Meng Fanle had taken the map from him.
No matter whether Milong or Meng Fanle asked him, he only had one answer, "in front". Which front? What was in front?
"Messenger!"
Shuo Yu looked at the regiment commander in front of him and called him three times. The last time he pulled the bolt, Meng was annoyed and went over reluctantly.
After walking for an unknown amount of time, Long Wenjian suddenly lay on the ground, not knowing what he was doing. Everyone looked at him curiously as they passed by. Shuo Yu listened carefully to the sound and said,
"It's a convoy, a convoy of Japanese soldiers."
Long Wenjian stood up, looked at Shuoyu in surprise, said nothing, and told everyone to disperse quickly.
Everyone thought Shuoyu's words were very credible, and they quickly hid in the bushes nearby. Shuoyu lightly pulled Meng Fanle, who had fallen down due to his unsteady walking, and after hiding, he took a look at his legs.
"I'm so annoyed. Isn't your leg healed? Are you still suffering from internal injuries?"
"without."
Meng Fanle looked at his leg. Shuoyu's medicine was very effective. Now there was not even a scar left on it. It was as if he had never been injured. However, he could not help but limp when he was nervous.
He knew why but he didn't want to admit it.
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