"You're such a jerk! You're the most effeminate person ever. You're just a crybaby, you're such a loser! You're so useless! You're scared of the dead!"
"You'd probably pee your pants if you saw that, Milong!"
"Bullshit! You're the one who peed your pants!"
Shuoyu was fine again. He and Milong were arguing. As long as the leader stopped singing that beginningless song, he could pretend that he saw nothing. The humming of the long wind behind him seemed to comfort him. He looked up at the sky, which was like a thick quilt.
In Zenda City, a shelter for defeated soldiers, there was an uninhabited yard. Maodou was drying his fur on a large rock in the middle of the yard. His little green eyes were looking up at the sky, and he was meowing, as if asking why the human hadn't come back yet.
Bu La was still thinking about the good brother who had separated from them before boarding the plane, and hurriedly spoke,
"And you still need hemp, Banxian'er, is it okay to need hemp?"
Shuoyu looked at the way Bula was looking at him, and lowered his head to count. Doubing also looked over at this time, he was also worried about him wanting Ma Ge,
Shuoyu reached out and touched Doubing's head.
"Yao Ma, Yao Ma is luckier than us. He is waiting for us to find him. Let's go back together with him and Brother Lian Sheng, home to China."
"Okay, okay!"
Finally, a smile appeared on Bu La's face, and for a moment, the atmosphere became quite relaxed.
Meng Fanle wanted to say something, but his mouth opened and closed several times. Shuoyu thought he was thirsty and threw the kettle to him.
He didn't say anything anymore.
He didn't trust the fake leader who dismissed him and appointed him at random, but he couldn't help but trust Shuo Yu, who had been hanging out with this bunch of scum for more than three months and whose eyes were filled with tears.
At least he would take us back, just like he said he would heal my leg.
Just then, their fake leader came running back with an excited look on his face, his tone filled with excitement, a kind of excitement that Shuo Yu could never understand in his life.
"Hey, there's a road ahead. Please, gentlemen~"
Shuo Yu stood up and looked at him, as if to assess whether he was reliable or not, but he did not have the ability to read minds, and could not tell what he was thinking under this appearance.
He just looked at him deeply, intending to follow him, and then called on others to follow and maintain formation.
The night came quietly, and before anyone noticed, the darkness on their bodies made them appear even darker after the night fell. It was so dark that Shuo Yu could not see their faces and bodies clearly, and could only see where everyone's eyes were.
The endless darkness swallowed up this group of guys. No one knew how long they had been walking here. Maybe their leader really led them to find the way.
So they met Li Ula, who was on the next flight. He was lying on the ground, being used as a target by the Japanese to play with his last remaining dignity before his death.
Shuoyu and the others just watched. He could understand what those little devils were saying. They treated this as a fun shooting competition, talking about chips and jokes.
But the person lying there was a living person, someone whose name he could call out and whose face he could recognize, someone who had eaten pork, cabbage and vermicelli in the same pot a few days ago.
They parted in the sky and met again in the evening,
"Don't just lie there. I'm Li Liansheng from Northeast China. I came here with you. Give me a quick death, everyone! Give me a quick death!"
Shuo Yu wanted to go over and see him. He was the first to step out, followed by the second Mi Long, and the third Bula. They couldn’t defeat the enemy squadron, so how could they not defeat these mere dozen people?
They rushed out screaming, "Dead, dead!", waving their weapons, leading the remaining group,
Perhaps out of anger at their own kind, an extremely chaotic battle began.
Long Wenjian let out an animal-like howl, making the Japanese soldiers think they were some unknown beasts from the jungle. They forgot about their weapons and just ran away.
Shuo Yu held the long wind in his hand and cut the Japanese soldier who tried to challenge him to a duel in half. The cut was neat. Now he only had eyes for the lying and still breathing body of Li Liansheng.
He didn't know what they were going through, maybe it was another defeat.
He chopped down all the Japanese soldiers who blocked his way, so that everyone subconsciously gave him space to pass. Long Wenjian glanced at him, turned his head and continued to deal with the enemy in front of him, but there was a hint of inquiry in his heart.
Shuo Yu squatted down and looked at Li Liansheng, the guy who made him feel familiar and sad when he spoke. He put his hand on his head.
"Here we are."
"You said it only took half a day, how did you make yourself look like this?"
This was the last request of this veteran from Jinzhou, Liaoning.
"Give me a quick death."
Shuo Yu straightened his clothes, wanting him to look as clean as possible, combed his hair with one hand, and the tip of the Changfeng sword in his other hand was still dripping with blood.
This chaotic battle ended so quickly that the people on the other side who had been watching them were almost in disbelief.
Such a group of guys covered in black, relying on equipment that they might have picked up, easily eliminated the team, while they, who were fully equipped, just watched from the side because they were afraid.
Meng Fanle still kept the sword raised, but now there was no enemy left standing. He watched everything around him in silence.
Milong also came to squat beside Li Wula, kicked him with his foot, and asked in an uncertain voice,
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