It was the first time for Shuo Yu to see so many strange salutes. The gestures of each local army seemed to be different.
Meng Fanle's leg is almost healed, so he is the second to last, and Shuo Yu is the last to last.
"Zhang Shuoyu, from Rehe, Northeast China, has been to school but never fought in a war. I want to join the army and go to Burma."
Zhang Lixian looked at Shuoyu, who had a fair complexion and a tall figure.
"You've never been in the army before?" Zhang Lixian looked at him, put his hands on the table, and looked at him.
"No." Shuo Yu tried his best to stand straighter and taller.
"But why do you want to join the army now?"
"Every man has his share of responsibility for the fate of his country."
This was the argument Shuoyu had thought of long ago, an argument that could be accepted by most people.
"Yes, what can you do?"
Zhang Lixian was obviously very satisfied with this answer and spoke in his hometown dialect.
Shuo Yu reached out and took out the cloth-wrapped sword behind him, held it in his hand, and swung it lightly, carving a flatter surface on the large stone in the middle of the yard where he had been lying. The piece that was cut off fell down as lightly as tofu with a clang!
Everyone looked carefully.
“Nice sword!”
Not only Zhang Lixian sighed, even those scumbags who had been following Shuoyu for nearly three months were dumbfounded and speechless. "You can shave stones like chopping vegetables, isn't it amazing?!"
Zhang Lixian wanted to invite Shuoyu to their regiment headquarters and introduce him to Yu Xiaoqing. He thought the regiment commander would definitely like this person.
But Shuo Yu declined.
"I still prefer to be with them."
Although he refused, he didn't say that they couldn't be friends. They agreed to learn from each other next time.
Shuoyu is the kind of person who, even if he rejects someone, others can't be angry with him, because you know it's not that your choice is not good enough, but that he has his own choice.
Different ideas, respect each other,
Originally, they were supposed to have 20 days to train these cannon fodders who were not disciplined at all, but the war at the front was intense and they were in urgent need of manpower, so the time allowed for them was shortened to 10 days.
He Shuguang has never been nice to this group of defeated soldiers in the past ten days, especially Shuo Yu, but this is not a problem for Shuo Yu.
Milong suddenly became warm to this fellow from Northeast China who might have been from the same family as him five hundred years ago. Even if it sometimes meant he was met with cold reception, he was still happy to do so.
In ten days, Shuo Yu learned how to shoot a gun. Holding the trigger with one hand and reloading with the other hand, he could quickly ensure his kill rate on the battlefield. This was his first time learning to hold a gun, and it was a very novel feeling. However, he learned this not for shooting targets, but to kill the enemy's heads. This made him feel fresh but also a little confused.
During this time, Meng Fanle couldn't help but come over, because in his opinion, Shuoyu, a "new soldier" who had never been on the battlefield, was destined to be killed, even though he was not someone who was easy to fool.
"What's the matter, Banxian? Have you ever calculated for yourself this trip to Myanmar?"
Shuo Yu pulled his head over and placed it on his armpit, patting it.
"I'm so tired of it. I don't need to calculate. I'm also blessed with good fortune. You'd better follow my instructions, otherwise God will blink you away."
Meng Fanle wanted to struggle out, but suddenly there was something on his head. Maodou also came to join in the fun. It thought Shuoyu was playing with a very interesting toy, so it joined in.
People are training, and cats are also training, but cats can be trained to be flexible and free in just ten days, and they don't have to worry about not catching mice, because that is their instinct.
Meng was so annoyed that he dared not move at all because of the edamame on his head. He just kept his head stiff until Shuoyu released him. The edamame moved from his head to Shuoyu's shoulders, and he was finally freed from his wooden form.
During these ten days, He Shuguang would suddenly appear from time to time and start running training with them, which made Shuo Yu wonder whether such emergency training was really useful?
The cannon fodders seemed to be no different. One night before departure, he asked Milong for Ayi's watch.
"Take it, it's also a thought."
He slipped away quietly before Ayi could react.
The night in Zenda is very beautiful, with stars dotting the sky. This is a beauty that belongs only to this era. When you lie on the ground and look up, you will feel like you are wandering in a starry sky. The wonders of nature will always amaze people.
Shuo Yu said in his heart, Oh my God, where should I find my answer?
The night was very peaceful without the sound of hunger in his stomach. Maodou would occasionally flick his tail on Shuoyu to remind him of his presence. He was willing to spend a hundred years to watch such a night.
One hand was secretly stroking Maodou's fur. They were going to Burma and couldn't take Maodou with them. They were going to fight.
Maodou gritted his teeth at the offending hand, but then, because someone's cat-stroking skills were pretty good, he rubbed his neck, and a voice rang in Shuoyu's ears.
"Do you know what's going to happen when we go to Burma?"
"I have no idea."
"Don't you always tell those grandpas and grandmas that you know what will happen 500 years in the past and 500 years in the future? I always feel like you know everything, you even know the ending of each of us."
Meng Fanle straightened up, looking at Shuoyu with his head that was greasy and smelly from scratching it all night.
Shuo Yu was looking at the stars in the sky, with a smile on his face, but it was not obvious in the dark night, and his tone was cheerful.
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