He laughed so hard that tears came out, his vision was blurry, tears were all over his face, his stomach ached terribly, he lifted up the Xing Tian covering his head, and looked at it annoyed,
"Oh, sorry, please keep talking. I'm not laughing anymore. Yeah, I really am not laughing anymore."
After Shuo Yu finished speaking, he covered his mouth with his hands, revealing only a pair of smiling eyes, and used his actions to show that he really would not laugh anymore.
Meng Fan blinked his eyes and opened his mouth. He had a smile on his face, a sarcastic smile. He thought, did he say anything funny just now? It seemed not.
Then continue to tell the story. A good storyteller will not let the audience's interruption ruin his rhythm.
"Well, you said that it was this guy who mended socks that made Yu Xiaoqing so happy. Well, he just happened to roll up the rag covering Banxian'er's body and hand it over to our master. Well, everyone, think about what our Deputy Commander Tang said. Anyway, I didn't quite understand what he said. I want to ask who among you can hear and understand what he said?"
In fact, Yu Xiaoqing said that Long Wenjian liked to talk nonsense, which was definitely because he had never seen Meng Fanle's verbal skills. Shuo Yu's eyes were full of smiles as he watched Fanle's hard work. However, he really had no food at hand. The only piece of candy he had just had was given to the guy who was unable to walk back because Lei Baoer brought it with her.
"So, you're really good at transplanting flowers and trees~!"
Fanla wanted to say something else, but Sila had already grabbed his head along with his hair, which was a little fluffy due to the rain, and effortlessly pulled out a large handful of hair. With a gust of wind from nowhere, the hair floated in the air like dandelions. Shuoyu covered his face with his hands. He didn't want to eat Fanla's hair.
"Fanle, have you been thinking about these things recently? Reporting to the captain, I think Meng Fanle's recent training volume must not be enough. I request to give him more training to prevent him from having random thoughts all day long!"
Shuo Yu covered his face with the flag and whispered something. He felt annoyed because he was too idle every day and had time to think about all sorts of things.
"Okay, I approve!" Long Wenjian looked at the gloating Banxianer and agreed of course.
"No, no, I'm almost exhausted every day. Besides, Yu Xiaoqing never wanted us to go to war. Who's crazy enough to use our useless things to fight? Are you trying to kill yourself?" Meng Fanle looked at the two of them with a bitter face. It's good to have some free time. Anyway, there will be no place to use them in the future. It's good to collect empty salaries when they don't fight.
"I want to fight. I owe a thousand graves. I want to build a thousand tombs on the South Gate of Heaven." Long Wenjian's expression suddenly became serious. I don't know what he was thinking about. Shuo Yu thought of the more than a thousand nameless corpses they had thrown on the west bank.
He was annoyed at Meng's angry face and kicked his legs.
"Don't you want to fight? Yu Xiaoqing can choose not to fight, but we can't. Sooner or later, we will stand on the Nantianmen Gate and tell those guys that we are back and we didn't abandon them. So we all have to fight. The British, Americans, and even the Japanese can choose not to fight this battle, but we have to fight for ourselves."
Meng Fanle didn't ask who those guys were, because he had also been caught in the rain that morning, and they all watched it together. No one would forget that scene, and no one could continue to pretend to sleep after watching it, pretending to be blind, deaf, unable to see or hear anything.
He had no way to vent his malice when facing Shuo Yu, and could only swallow it back. It felt really bad, just like swallowing his own vomit, with his throat burning and sore.
He now had only one question. Fanla looked at their leader who was carefully examining the list of supplies.
"Captain, there's one thing I don't understand. Why didn't you explain to Yu Xiaoqing why we were going to the Flag Sacrifice Hill? He might even applaud us. You shouldn't offend him."
But before Long Wenjian could speak, Shuo Yu got there first.
"Because he doesn't understand. I'm annoyed. Because he won't understand. In his eyes, we're all damned. He won't understand what you understand because he hasn't been to the South Heavenly Gate. That bastard thing didn't exist that day and night. Do you understand?"
Meng Fanle was dumbfounded when he saw Banxianer standing up and calling Guan Yu Xiaoqing a bastard with an excited look on his face. He understood, just like on the day of the trial, they all understood what their regiment commander was saying, but their division commander didn't understand. He just didn't understand.
Milong was lying on a simple camp bed, squinting his eyes at Banxianer, muttering "you bastard". Bula was muttering "you bastard", and Yaoma was muttering "you idiot, you have a bad head, ha ruo ruo"...
Long Wenjian was holding the supplies booklet and personnel statistics list compiled by A Yi, flipping through the pages one by one. He didn't know whether he was trying to hide his embarrassment or to find something useful. Suddenly, he looked up at the sky and shouted,
"Didn't you see the sun come out?"
Shuo Yu shouted, "Tent is open!"
Death Star, the bearded man and these guys who like to make a fuss shouted "mighty~wu~", and Shuoyu also shouted along with them. He really felt that he and his group were the leader's close followers and confidants.
One fact they had to face was that their leader really had no intention of being Yu Xiaoqing's confidant or close follower, so they were not liked by the Yu Family Army. From then on, the Yu Family Army grew up with the wind, but this really had nothing to do with them.
With Yu Xiaoqing's temper, he might still give them food and wages, but there would be no more. They would have to tighten their belts in the days to come. But Shuo Yu was not afraid. Even if we had no guns or cannons, the enemy would make them for us. Even if we had no food to eat, wouldn't the other side also have to eat?
So he was not in a hurry, but someone was, and that was Meng Fan, who also understood all this. He wanted to know whether the gentleman in front of him had heard what he had just said. Although he also didn't like Yu Xiaoqing, it should be said that none of the bastards here liked him.
I have to say that the bastard has a very bad reputation~!
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