A Yi was responsible for registering these new recruits, just as Zhang Lixian had done for them before.
Dead or alive, and annoyed, Snake Butt and the others hurried to see the things wrapped in oilcloth, which they said were their supplies and equipment. But after opening them, they were all dumbfounded.
There were some sockets that they had bought from who knows where, the only heavy weapon was a rusty Maxim, and a few small grenade launchers were scattered around. Even Shuo Yu knew that such weapons and equipment were far from enough to equip a regiment, not even enough for their original group of people. Shuo Yu wanted to curse his father. He felt that the only useful thing in this pile was the sewing machine that had been soaked in rainwater.
He wondered if Xiaozui could use this thing. It should be quite simple.
Shuo Yu fed these child soldiers some water and mixed some of his blood with it, so that they would at least have the strength to walk back to their temporary base.
I don't know where Yu Datiexue got these unlucky conscripts from. They are so thin that they can barely speak. They are not meant to fight in wars.
In order to cooperate with the group of children, Ayi squatted down to register. On the other side, their leader and Milong were still staring at their supplies. Apart from the better range, Shuoyu said frankly that these things were no different from fire sticks to him.
He looked at the child beside him. He didn't even have shoes on his feet. The skin on the soles of his feet were white and wrinkled after being soaked in rain all morning. Shuo Yu couldn't tell whether what he said was Chinese or not. He could understand a few words here and there, which sounded like the dialect of some place. Shuo Yu only understood that he seemed to be from somewhere in Jiangxi, but he couldn't hear anything else.
Ayi also struggled to identify the names of the children who were registering them. The veterinarian and they tried to make these children who were crying for food feel better.
Shuo Yu knelt, letting his knees sink into the mud. He wanted to cry, he couldn't control his crying.
Cry for the shy little kids who wanted to lower their heads to the dirt when they looked at him.
Cry for this group of bastards from all over the world,
Crying for himself who was confused and overwhelmed.
He turned his head to look at their leader. He was not hungry, he was in good spirits, and he was in good health, but he looked at their leader with a dazed look.
"Captain, what should we do? What should we do? What should I do?"
Shuo Yu's voice was almost a whisper, but Long Wenjian heard it. He also looked back at Shuo Yu, looking a little pitiful. Maybe he had never thought that things would be like this, but it has become like this. It is better to have something than nothing, isn't it?
Life goes on, whether he wants to admit it or not, this is his regiment, it belongs to him completely, and he is their leader.
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