"Eat it. A little sweetness in your stomach will give you the strength to kill the devils."
After Shuo Yu finished speaking, he took another look at the thing on his waist.
"How old is he?"
"nineteen."
"He's still a child, he probably likes candy too, give this one to him."
Shuoyu left without waiting for Dong Dao to react. He was nineteen years old, the same age as Doubing.
He wondered what he was doing when he was nineteen. He complained about the early morning university hours, scrolling through his phone while feeling sleepy, and then pondered whether to have the braised chicken and rice on the first floor of the cafeteria or the spicy hot pot on the second floor for lunch.
The next day, their team was joined by many deserters. Their leader, who seemed to have found some energy from nowhere, shouted out loudly at the front, "If you are not enthusiastic about going home, you have a problem with your brain!"
Shuo Yu no longer had the energy to shout anything. To be honest, he didn't even have the energy to speak. He just wanted to work hard to ensure that everyone didn't fall behind, because if they fell behind, they would never be able to catch up.
When they were about to reach the Sino-Myanmar border, their team had become a huge team with nearly 1,300 to 1,400 people, a team that even a small Japanese scout would not dare to provoke.
Their leader finally had the regiment he wanted, a regiment that belonged to him. He even had a group of diehard fans, a group of guys who had barely fought a single battle like Ayi, young and ignorant, who worshipped him.
This group of people included not only defeated soldiers but also many fleeing overseas Chinese, civilians, and students. Shuoyu had no time to take care of them, and they did not want to get too close to Shuoyu and his group of scum soldiers. They kept a suitable distance from each other and did not disturb each other.
Shuoyu took a few more cans of food and biscuits from Milong at the end of the team. Boss Mi really had a pair of eyes for money, looking for good things everywhere. After a while, his cart began to fill up again.
He felt that he had an obligation to help Boss Mi lose weight, and then he flew away before Milong's big feet arrived, and continued to distribute food. This time, each person could only eat one bite. He was afraid that if he took too much, Milong would really give up on him.
There were simply too many of them. The few broken cans and biscuits alone weren't enough to feed them. Shuoyu even had to sacrifice a dozen warm bird eggs. He'd robbed the Japanese before, but what normal squad could carry enough rations to feed over a thousand people? The few Shuoyu encountered weren't even visible. Especially since they'd robbed so much, the Japanese scouts had gotten shrewd, staying several kilometers away from them, making it impossible to reach them even if they tried.
He planned to secretly ask Kang Ya and the others to bring him some canned food, as the wounded still needed to eat something to have the strength to recover.
At this moment, their leader's hoarse voice came from the front of the team, "Rest where you are!"
Taking advantage of the short break, Shuoyu returned to the rear of the team again, hoping to get a few more without anyone noticing. Ayi and the team leader hadn't eaten yet. As he passed by, he glanced at the woman who was still mumbling on the side of the road.
"Gentleman passing by, can someone help me bury my father-in-law?"
In fact, he had seen this woman when he passed by just now. Shuoyu didn't know how long she had been shouting here, so that her voice had gradually become hoarse. Shuoyu just thought in his heart that if he walked around and this woman was still here, he would help her.
Isn’t this what Buddhism calls fate?
But the one who was destined to be with this woman was not Shuo Yu, but Mi Long.
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