Milong had no chance, because he looked like a standing bear with his dark complexion. Shuoyu thought he could still be hungry for a while.
Shuo Yu let Meng Fanle lean on him to prevent him from falling down, looking at the captain who was covered in black except for a pair of bright eyes,
"Aren't we going to the airport? Where are you taking us?"
He couldn't tell the direction in this jungle at all. If they were flying with a sword, he could still see it from the air, but now they looked like a group of savages who had just rolled in the mud.
"The airport, let's go to the airport. We need to replenish our supplies. Aren't we all starving to the point of biting each other?"
Long Wenjian looked at Shuoyu and said with a smile,
Meng Fanle finally had a chance to speak and started to insult others.
"Damn it, you don't even know where you've taken us, do you?"
"We're supposed to be going to the airport, but right now, I don't know where it is."
Shuo Yu felt that he always knew what to say to make people angry. A Yi was still standing, because after all, he was still the battalion commander. He gestured and said that they had just encountered two enemy squadrons, two,
"What are they going to do?"
"They seem to be retreating?"
"No, they are pursuing."
Shuoyu poured water into Meng Fanle's throat, which had been choked by anger, and raised his head and said,
They were fighting a losing war, and that wasn't a good feeling.
Long Wenjian can speak the native dialect of everyone present, so when he curses at someone, you will feel like someone from your hometown is cursing you. That feeling is really mean, ten or a hundred times meaner than that of Fanla.
Milong was a man of bad temper. He sat up and was about to leave with a Bren light machine gun in one hand.
"A bunch of women, dawdling like that. Running around with you is worse than being related to a mouse. I'm leaving!"
He said he was leaving, and his actions also showed that he was leaving, but Shuoyu didn't believe he would leave them. He was just confused again, not knowing what he was doing here.
The leader speaks Northeastern dialect very well, but it is also annoying.
"What are you doing, old man from Northeast China? Go back to the Northeast! You're going in the wrong direction! These are two different directions."
"I'm going back!"
Milong's eyes really looked like a blind bear's, with the pupils mostly black. He looked at the leader leaning against the tree with a serious look.
Shuo Yu didn't want to talk. He was thinking that if the captain was unreliable, how could he take these guys back? The captain was right, and Fan Le was also right. Their enemies were definitely not retreating, but their allies were definitely retreating, so their enemy was chasing them like crazy.
"The airport has been lost. Maybe it's already been lost."
"Who wants to go back to the airport? Go back to my country. I want to go back to my country, back to China!"
"Why, are you going back to your country? Do you know the way?"
Long Wenjian stood up, as nimble as a monkey, and came to Milong. The rest of the people just watched. No one disliked the excitement. This was their favorite thing to do to kill time. They watched other people's excitement. As long as their fists couldn't hit them,
Milong stretched his neck, watching the approaching Long Wenjian, alert to his movements, but who would have thought that Long Wenjian did not want to fight with him. He was very tired after walking for a long time, especially since he did not have Shuoyu to give him special treatment from time to time.
"I'm sorry, brother who died~!"
He uttered a very special tune from his throat, which Shuoyu had never heard before, but he subconsciously did not want the leader to continue singing, because he suddenly felt that there were many things behind him grabbing the corners of his clothes. There were many mixed voices, and he couldn't tell where they came from. The voices with many tones were saying the same thing in his ears, the same word, "Go home!"
Long Wenjian was kneeling, holding a long branch in his hand, spinning around in circles, and then chanting a tune in his mouth, as if he was summoning spirits. Meng Fan was unsure and wanted to ask someone who knew about it, that is, Shuo Yu.
But Shuoyu could neither see nor hear anything now. All he could see was the kneeling figure, and all he could hear was the strange tune.
"We're not going to fight anymore. We're going to stay in our nest again."
"Brothers who died in the Northeast and Southeast, brothers who died in battle in the Central Plains, brothers who died in Jiangsu and Zhejiang, brothers who were buried under the scorched earth in Hunan and Hubei, brothers who died in Burma, if you don't bury them on earth, you will be buried in heaven!"
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