Shuo Yu leaned on the veterinarian with a look of despair on his face, and was not interested in what he said at all. He now announced that he had completely stopped being a fan of Long Wenjian. Really, he had turned from a fan to a hater!
He has never smelled so bad before!? Never!!!
"Alright, alright, you're already a grown-up but still act like a baby."
"Aren't you always calling me a baby? What's wrong with me looking like a baby?"
"What's the matter? Keep shouting."
The veterinarian let Shuo Yu lean on him helplessly, making some meaningless groans.
Shuo Yu not only carried his sword on his back, but also a large bag of things that they could use. He gave all the medicines to the only doctor among them, and kept all the food, daily necessities and other miscellaneous items with him.
Although he was only a corporal, he was doing logistical work. He collected bits and pieces and saved everyone's life at the critical moment. He was doing what he thought he should do. This was his first time on the battlefield.
Because life is only once for everyone.
So even if his leader used his dirty hands to randomly rub his face and messed up his hair, he only dared to complain in his heart, because a leader needs to have authority, and everyone must listen to him, so that the chances of survival together will be greater.
His regimental commander said, "A living person should make noise, a living person should go to war."
Milong and Bula are clamoring to go to war, to fight against the little Japanese!
So a dark madman led a group of equally dark fools to do what they were supposed to do here. Shuoyu was still at the end of the team, while their leader was at the front, leading them vigorously because he knew the way, although this was what he claimed.
Shuoyu believed in him, so he followed him. Meng Fanle and Milong believed in Shuoyu, so they followed him, but they didn't believe in this "black" leader at all.
In the forest, there were vines and branches everywhere. Shuoyu couldn't tell whether it was morning or afternoon. The successive battles had made them lose their sense of time. Ayi still had a watch in his hand, so he could say with certainty that it was five o'clock in the afternoon.
A group of people walked scattered in the woods. The wind in the forest and the sun above took away the moisture from their bodies, allowing the sticky black liquid that originally adhered to them to dry on them, making the smell on their bodies even more indescribable.
Shuo Yu felt as if he had just crawled out of a cesspool. He had already blocked his sense of smell, but the smell seemed to have invaded his brain, making him dizzy and nauseous. He had never been so embarrassed before, and all this was thanks to the "mad leader" in front of him who was wandering around like a madman and had no idea where he was going to take them.
Shuo Yu stuffed food into everyone's hands, or fed it directly into their mouths. After all, their hands were also full of that terrible liquid.
Kang Ya clamored for another bite, but the food was tight, and if he ate one more bite, someone else would have to eat one less bite.
There was a lifeless snake wrapped around the snake's neck and butt, so frightened that Milong dared not approach him.
Long Wenjian was in the front and wanted everyone to try their best to maintain a certain formation so that when they encountered the enemy, they could react quickly and be ready for battle.
Shuo Yu used a silver fork to pick up a piece of canned meat and handed it to Long Wenjian's mouth. It really looked like a dog. Only officials such as Fanle, Ayi, the wounded and his biased veterinarian could eat canned meat because they needed food to maintain their strength.
Using your brain takes a lot of effort, and being sick also takes a lot of effort.
Long Wenjian's recognizable voice rang out within their hearing range, along with the sounds of wild elephants and monkeys in the distance.
"I don't have any clothes, I will share my clothes with you!"
He repeated these eight words twice before stopping. When Shuoyu was in school, his classical Chinese was not very good, and the writing system of the cultivation world was not the same as what he had learned before, so he just felt that this sentence made him feel a little bit confused.
I couldn't help but feed him one more mouthful.
Long Wenjian swallowed the food in his mouth and looked at Shuoyu, his eyes shining.
"You are not suitable to be my messenger or anything else. You are suitable to be my quartermaster, the one who manages the military supplies, really." Long Wenjian's expression was quite sincere, with a thumbs-up, but Shuoyu was still upset because of the bad smell on his body.
"Captain, there are only a few dozen of us in our group. Why do we need someone to manage our belongings? We can just take all these things away in a bun."
There were only 28 of them left, and they were indeed fighting the Japs, so they were also dying.
Shuo Yu felt that the expression of the thumb seemed a bit exaggerated, and he didn't know why his body language was so rich. He felt that their leader could chat with the mute even without using words, just using his gestures.
He stuffed the remaining cans back into the cans, and with the seaweed rice balls in his hand, he went through the whole process again, until everyone had something to eat. However, when he walked into the middle of the team, their leader got a new nickname, which came from Meng Fanle, the most literary and sharp-tongued among them.
"Young Master, I've never seen such a jerk. You said you were usually quite smart, but that guy in front, does he look like a group leader? Ah, half-immortal?"
"I think he's a Japanese spy. Sooner or later, he'll hand us all over to the Japanese without leaving a single one behind!"
"That's right, if I kill him, where in the world are you taking us?"
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