Most of the time, Sakutama preferred to chat with the soldiers of the Takeuchi Regiment like he was chatting with them, asking them if they missed going home, if they missed the cherry blossoms in their hometown, if they missed their mothers in their hometown, and so on.
Thanks to the popularity of Japanese culture and the influence of many cartoons when he was a child in modern times, he can name some delicious foods that represent that island in his memory, such as oden, chikuwa pancakes, tempura, dorayaki, etc.
The only thing that can represent a place is the food. It is just a very straightforward shared memory, just like two strangers who have never met each other, one lives on a street corner in the south of the city, and the other lives in an alley in the north of the city, but they must have eaten breakfast that everyone in the East Market makes, such as buns, fried dough sticks, tofu pudding, etc.
However, because communication is one-sided, Shuo Yu doesn't know whether what he does is useful or not, but he enjoys doing it.
The battle was fast and fierce, and it was already a desperate struggle. They fought to the death in the bomb-cratered trenches outside the tree fort, and one man was as good as ten men.
He Shuguang was setting fire again, but the fuel was made from all kinds of junk with the help of everyone. The lethality and range were not a bit worse than before, and it was consumed very quickly. In just a few minutes, the nozzle of this fire-breathing dragon began to stop working, and red liquid flames slowly fell out of the nozzle, fell to the ground, and immediately became charred.
Milong had already used up all his Maxim bullets. He was now dragging a light machine gun back and forth in the trench, hitting people's heads and yelling at He Shuguang to hurry up and get to the back.
Shuo Yu glanced at him, reached out and pulled out the bayonet that was stuck in his flesh, raised his hand and wiped the neck of the person opposite him. Blood splashed all over his face. He thought that he really needed to take a good shower after this battle was over.
He watched as He Shuguang, who looked like a clumsy bear, fell to the ground under machine gun fire from the opposite hillside. The last words He Shuguang said to them as he lay on the ground were "Run!"
Why are you running?
Before he could react, Fanla, who appeared beside him out of nowhere, knocked him down. Soon he knew what was going on.
In an instant, the guy turned into a human-shaped torch and was burning fiercely in front of his eyes, so the Japanese soldiers within three meters around him were frightened by this scene and turned around and ran away. Because He Shuguang couldn't even speak and was still lying on the ground trying to rush towards his enemies, trying to cause greater damage.
Shuo Yu thought, this guy really didn't lie, he really had the courage he said, the courage to not be afraid of death.
He and Fanla dragged Zhang Lixian together, because this Sichuanese guy was trying like crazy to get closer to the shapeless and burning He Shuguang. All Shuoyu could do was to hold on to one of his feet tightly to prevent him from passing. He heard low sobs coming from the soil.
Sichuan baby cried again.
He and Fanla each held down half of Zhang Lixian's body, and then watched the last sound He Shuguang made after he really turned into "He Shaoguang", accompanied by a huge explosion and the sound of debris. They hid in the trench that had collapsed many times, watching with only one eye exposed.
He Shuguang disappeared without a trace, like fireworks. He even heard the familiar chant "Long live Master Yu!" as he lay in the dirt. But he wasn't sure if it was just hallucination, because by the time they went to collect the body, his vocal cords had clearly burned out before the final explosion.
Actually, there was nothing much to clean up. In the end, all that was left of the guy was the shattered parts that couldn't even be identified where they came from, and the pair of glasses that were thrown out first.
That afternoon until the evening, after they repelled the enemy's attacks again and again, Zhang Lixian didn't say another word. Fanla felt that something big was going to happen to him, so she kept teasing him to get him to say something, and made funny faces while wearing He Shuguang's glasses with a missing lens.
But Zhang Lixian never mentioned that name again in the last few days until they left that damn tree fort.
He briefly forgot about a guy named He Shuguang.
Fanla finally initiated a kind psychological counseling, but it ended with the two of them quarreling with each other, but that was also because it was time for dinner.
Shuo Yu exercised his special rights to get himself a new lunch box, but there was nothing in his bowl except water. The reason why he wanted a new lunch box was very simple. It had a lid on it to block other curious eyes.
Meng Fanle and Zhang Lixian stopped bickering, because nothing was more important than eating. Master Mai was still the most energetic among them, as shown in his energetic greetings to Jiang's parents in a mixture of Chinese and English. Now, those who could understand and those who couldn't were treating his words as background music.
Just when Shuoyu was about to go to the radio and finish his meal today, Si La Si La called him away.
Bu La lay on Yao Ma's body, looking at him eagerly.
"Look, Banxian'er has no moral integrity! He's giving our regimental commander special treatment again!"
Shuo Yudu had already walked up the stairs. When he heard the noises from the guys below, he turned around and started talking shamelessly to the idle guys.
"That's true. The captain and I actually went to eat a special meal. It was a full banquet with world-famous dishes. We didn't even want to eat roast chicken or roast duck. We just threw it away for fun. How about we come up?"
Kang Ya finished her bowl and leaned against the wall, making a sound of deception. If they were told they were eating canned food, they would believe it, but if they were told they were eating a full-fledged Han banquet, unless Banxianer was really a god who could turn stones into gold! Otherwise, in this shabby place, even the Eighteen Eats of Bugs wouldn't be found.
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