Master Mai and the National Assistance followed behind their truck, driving a jeep with the American flag hanging in front of their car. Master Mai's face was not in a good state, and the wrinkles between his eyebrows could kill a fly.
The cannon fodders sitting in the car looked listless, most of them drank to their heart's content last night, such as Milongshepigubulayaoma and the like, and a small number of them, such as Shuoyu and Fanla beside him, knew what they were going to do, so they were not in the mood to talk.
Ayi didn't drink much last night. Maybe he wanted to say something, but after drinking, before he could take a few steps, his tongue was already swollen and his body fell down first. He was the first to fall asleep, so he is still in good spirits now.
"Well, shall we sing a song?"
This was the good idea he had thought of for a long time, to sing a song to boost morale. Ayi was not as stupid as he looked. He vaguely guessed what they were going to do, was a little excited, and hoped that others could be as excited as him.
But after he finished speaking, there was no response for a long time. Shuo Yu looked at Ayi, who was sitting at the back of the car with a slightly embarrassed look on his face, and blinked. He knew why Ayi was excited, because he could realize his life ideals and do something he thought was meaningful.
There were two hundred people, 108 of them were cannon fodder, including those who died, and the remaining number was made up by the elite troops of Master Yu.
Shuo Yu didn't know what song to sing at this time. He opened his mouth and started singing whatever came into his mind. Just as he opened his mouth, petals from somewhere landed on his nose. He blew a breath and blew the petals onto Fanla's hair. Then he opened his mouth.
"Flowers fill the path at Huang Si Niang's house. Thousands and thousands of them weigh the branches down. Butterflies linger and dance, and the warblers sing, the warblers sing, the warblers sing, cha-cha-cha-cha, cha-cha-cha!"
Shuo Yu didn't sing very loudly, but the guys in the car all heard it. They looked at him lazily and didn't agree with Banxianer's intention. Even Milong, who always loved to join in the fun, just turned his head and grinned as he watched Banxianer sing this stuttering song.
I don't know how long we drove, but we finally arrived. It doesn't look like a military base, after all, this place is a temporarily cordoned-off "virgin land", and everything looks extremely simple.
There were a few military tents on the ground, a few open boxes of supplies, and some targets that looked like they were used for training. Most importantly, most of the guys from the Yu Division Headquarters who disliked them were there.
When Shuo Yu jumped off the car, he began to organize the cannon fodder to stand in line. He couldn't let those people in the division headquarters laugh at him. Yesterday, there were several boxes of intact clothes loaded onto the car with the pigs. Today, all the clothes that were coming were put on, making them look a little more energetic.
It's just that when they put on the new clothes, they felt uncomfortable as if they had lice on their bodies. They kept moving around and the clothes turned gray again in a short time. Shuo Yu glanced at them, indicating that the team was not only composed of them, but also the elite members of the Yu Division who were added to make up the 200 people. If they wanted their insignificant face, they had to behave themselves.
They would be doing advance training here in a very short time. Shuo Yu's eyes saw the big round hole buried in the soil not far away. He knew that was it.
In Shuo Yu's opinion, the only use of this place is to let this group of people learn how to avoid going crazy in the dark, and how to obey orders and shoot and kill people quickly and accurately in the dark.
Bu La was muttering in a low voice about why they had to get involved with this group of guys. Shuo Yu was holding a piece of cloth to tie up his joints. When he heard what he said, he glared at him and threw the cloth in his hand in his face, asking him to tie it up himself. This made Yao Ma, who was about to speak, shut up and started to tie the cloth himself with a serious face.
Because they knew what they were going to do in advance, the rags that Shuoyu had collected were finally put to good use. Ayi tied the other end for the cannon fodder. The elite soldiers of Master Yu didn't need any of that, as their joints had already been covered with thick fur or something like that (perhaps it was Tang Ji's thoughtfulness or Master Yu's love).
After Shuo Yu finally finished his own work, he returned to the team and signaled to their leader with his eyes that everything was done. He waited for Young Master Yu to start speaking. As usual, leaders usually like to say a few words at this time.
A flying notebook fell at Meng Fanle's feet. Because they were still murmuring, Meng Quezi, who was no longer lame, deliberately limped and handed the notebook to Si La Si La so that he could continue to hit people with it.
Yu Xiaoqing had a tense face, and you couldn't tell whether he wanted to talk or not. His face was filled with disgust that he couldn't hide. Perhaps he didn't want to see such a chaotic scene in front of him, but he had to.
Just as he opened his mouth to say something, he was interrupted by a voice that everyone could hear. He Shuguang stood up straight with a head full of resentment and looked at Master Yu. His central idea was only one:
"I beg to be with my brothers!"
When He Shuguang said these words, his brothers Zhang Lixian, Yu Zhi and other close friends were standing behind Shuoyu.
Maybe this matter had been discussed many times internally by Master Yu, but all ended with He Shuguang not being allowed to go. This "good boy" with glasses also knew that if he couldn't go now, he would really have no chance at all in the future, so he came.
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