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- Yang Zongbao spent the whole night fetching water and did not go to rest
Song Heren was the first to get up. He went down to the playground and saw Yang Zongbao: "You didn't sleep all night?"
"Yeah." Yang Zongbao was a little tired after not sleeping all night. Although he closed his eyes several times at night, it was not enough.
"Actually, there is no need to pick up so many." Although Song Heren didn't like Yang Zongbao, he was still a little touched by picking up water for the soldiers one night.
¡°I don¡¯t know why, I feel a little bad.¡± Yang Zongbao looked at the sky. Although it was morning, it seemed gloomy, and the air was filled with the smell of sulfur and sand, making Yang Zongbao suffocated. Sporadic gunfire could be heard all night, and it did not quiet down because of the night.
"You go and take a rest." Song Heren thought for a while and said.
"Yeah." Yang Zongbao stood up and left, not worried about the consequences of the water.
Back to the dormitory, Jiang Song had already gotten up: "Brother Yang, are you back?"
"Well, I'll take a rest." After Yang Zongbao finished speaking, he fell on the floor.
Originally, a classroom could sleep at least 20 people, but for the time being, only three of them, Yang Zongbao, were sleeping, so it was very spacious.
The Japanese ghost came back later. Sneaking into the classroom quietly.
"came back?"
Rigui was startled, thinking that Yang Zongbao was asleep: "Well, I'm back."
In fact, Yang Zongbao smelled the smell of inferior perfume on Rigui as soon as he entered the house.
"Stay away from me, the smell is too strong." Yang Zongbao did not open his eyes when he spoke.
Rigui hugged the bed and consciously walked to the corner corresponding to Yang Zongbao to spread it out again to sleep.
Although Jiang Song rested for a night, he still couldn't cheer up. But he knew there was something he should do.
On the playground, teams from different countries started having breakfast.
The troops of the Chinese Dynasty always kept things simple outside, with a bowl of rice and a can. Compared with the steak of American soldiers, it is very inferior.
"Come to get food?" Song Heren met Jiang Song. Because Jiang Song knew the Kenting language, his attitude towards him was greatly affected.
"Well, three copies." Jiang Song said.
"Go." Song Heren also sympathized with Jiang Song and couldn't say harsh words.
Jiang Song received three breakfasts and went upstairs.
When there is no mission, the most important thing the troops do is drill.
In the classroom, two of the three people were sleeping. Jiang Song had nothing to do, so he dug out some information from his luggage and started to read through it.
The slogans of the soldiers outside the classroom were very loud, but they did not affect the three people inside the classroom.
Around noon, the Japanese ghost woke up and asked, "Is he still sleeping?"
"Yeah." Jiang Song turned over a page of the book.
"It's so boring." The Japanese ghost grabbed the breakfast and stuffed it into his mouth.
No one disturbed Yang Zongbao. After eating, Rigui sat on the window sill of the classroom and watched the soldiers drill below.
Jiang Song sat quietly in the sun reading a book. But Yang Zongbao didn't stand up for a long time.
It wasn¡¯t until the sun was about to set that Yang Zongbao moved: ¡°How is the situation?¡±
It seemed that Yang Zongbao had been prepared to ask questions. Rigui answered smoothly: "It's very bad. Even a three-year-old child has a gun in his hand. Think about it, how many people die every day?" Rigui didn't go out to play last night. In my free time, I have found out everything I should ask about.
"" Jiang Song also heard it and looked at Rigui in confusion.
¡°You can¡¯t leave this elementary school if you can.¡± Rigui sighed.
"Even people like you think it's miserable outside?" Although Jiang Song was a little sarcastic, he didn't think what the Japanese ghost said was false.
"The environments I have experienced, as long as I am the kind of person who will do whatever it takes to survive, and most people outside this elementary school will do whatever it takes to survive."
"" Jiang Song was speechless, obviously shocked.
"We have to go out." Yang Zongbao got up and started his first meal of the day.
After eating, of course you have to digest it. So he took Jiang Song downstairs with Rigui behind.
"Are you awake?" Song Heren saw Yang Zongbao at the first sight.
"Yeah." Yang Zongbao walked to his side.
"Want to go up and try?" Song Heren asked.
The Chinese soldiers were practicing fighting on the playground, and Song Heren tried to invite Yang Zongbao.
"No¡¡"
"I go."
The Japanese ghost took off his shirt excitedly.
 "Chen Pi, try it." Song Heren called out a soldier.
"Company Commander, he is disabled." Chen Pi also saw an empty sleeve of Rigui.
"Disabled person?" The Japanese ghost was not stimulated by the words, but rushed forward.
Chen Pi didn¡¯t want to take it seriously at first, but seeing the Japanese ghost¡¯s posture, he had no choice but to fight.
The surrounding soldiers surrounded them.
Where there is an excess of male hormones, martial arts competitions will become common and even become the spice of life.
Unknowingly, some American soldiers were also attracted.
In the circle, Japanese ghosts are at ease, but Chen Pi is already out of breath
"Your people are very strong." Song Heren had to admit that the Japanese ghosts were tyrannical.
"Well, he is my bodyguard." Yang Zongbao explained.
"It's a shame to be a bodyguard with this skill." Song Heren clicked his tongue.
"This man looks familiar." William leaned over.
"You have seen it." Yang Zongbao nodded.
"Have I seen it?" William recalled carefully, and finally his eyes lit up: "That beggar?"
"Um."
¡°I didn¡¯t expect it, it made my hands and feet itchy.¡± William geared up.
In the circle of people, Chen Pi was thrown to the ground again, stirring up a burst of dust.
Rigui shook his head in comfort and said to the people surrounding him, "Come again."
"Fat man, go ahead." Song Heren was also aroused to be competitive.
"yes."
A burly warrior walked into the circle.
Without any further nonsense, the Japanese ghosts began to attack.
Fat people have rough skin and thick flesh, and have strong resistance to beatings. But the face is not very strong in resisting blows. The Japanese ghost punched the fat man in the face, pushing all the flesh on his face aside and the fat man was knocked to the ground.
Song Heren clenched his fist and said, "Wang Zhong, come on."
A soldier took off his hat and walked into the circle
"Li Ke"
"Xu Huan"
¡¡
As Song Heren called out names one by one, the Japanese ghosts were defeated one by one
Finally after the eighth person, Song Heren stopped and said to Yang Zongbao: "That's it for today."
"Rigui" Yang Zongbao shouted, and the Rigui returned to him.
"It's cool" Rigui's breath was unstable, and he was obviously tired.
"Satisfied? They didn't risk their lives. Let's compete with each other and stop at nothing."
"oh."
The Japanese ghost was said to have put away his pride.
"You guys are really useless, go run 20 laps." Song Heren felt embarrassed and turned all his anger on his soldiers.
"There's nothing to be angry about. We've also been soldiers." Yang Zongbao felt that he should comfort Song Heren.
"You have also been soldiers?" Sure enough, after hearing Yang Zongbao's words, Song Heren suddenly felt that it was understandable, and found a step down: "No wonder, you can have such a good hand, you must be a field army."
"Yeah." Yang Zongbao agreed in confusion. In fact, their strength has nothing to do with the army, but if Song Heren feels better if he thinks like this, then let him think like that.
"Let's have something good to eat tonight." Song Heren was a little happy.
"What to eat?" asked the Japanese ghost.
"Eat" Song Heren was momentarily stunned by the question, remembering that there was really nothing to eat.
¡°We have special chicken.¡± William was finally able to interject.
"" It is not convenient for Song Heren to express his position.
"Then let's eat curry chicken." Yang Zongbao suggested: "I'll do it."
"Sir, are you going to do it?" Rigui looked forward to it.
"Then let's have dinner tonight." Fatty Bullet, who was thrown to the ground by the Japanese ghost, came over.
"Okay." Because the fat man reminded Yang Zongbao of Ying Liang, he felt very friendly.
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The food for American soldiers is good, and it is all transported by air. The portion of chicken is also sufficient.
Yang Zongbao was very uncomfortable cooking for so many people for the first time. But fortunately, I have accumulated a lot of cooking skills, so I can barely cope with it.
Curry rice is easy to make because it is just a portion of rice with some soup on top. Americans like meat, so they shouldn¡¯t be averse to curry.
Onions, carrots, potatoes
Anyway, they are all materials provided by American soldiers.??, Yang Zongbao doesn't use it in vain. The strange thing is that the chefs of the American soldiers were very grateful to Yang Zongbao. For them, artificial labor was much more valuable than the real thing.
"Is this okay? Everything belongs to them." Song Heren asked Yang Zongbao and took a deep breath of the smell. It was indeed very fragrant.
"Would you like to try it?" Yang Zongbao picked up the ladle, scooped out a spoonful and handed it to Song Heren.
Song Heren originally wanted to refuse, but the brown curry soup, the tender chicken, and even the almost transparent onions made him give up. When he woke up, some of the soup had already entered his mouth.
"Delicious?" Yang Zongbao asked with a half-smile.
"Not bad." Song Heren hesitated and added: "Very good."
"It's almost ready." Yang Zongbao's curry chicken attracted many livestock. Both the Chinese soldiers and the American soldiers all came to Yang Zongbao's cauldron.
Yang Zongbao felt ridiculous as the eyes of a group of people turned around following his spoon.
"Are you ready?" Jiang Song couldn't help but asked, holding the bowl.
Yang Zongbao curled his lips, he was still a child.
Yang Zongbao didn¡¯t add any water to the curry chicken, it was all water from the vegetables. The longer the curry is cooked, the longer and stronger the aroma becomes
"Okay." Yang Zongbao's words were no less than the sound of nature in everyone's ears at this time.
Everybody swarmed up.
"Line up." Song Heren reminded him embarrassedly when he saw that all his soldiers were like hungry wolves.
Song Heren¡¯s reprimand finally bore fruit, and the soldiers lined up consciously.
When the American soldiers saw the Chinese soldiers lining up, they also lined up one after another. As a result, a non-national team lined up around the playground.
Jiang Song also came to help. One person cooked rice and the other gave curry chicken. Even distributing meals took nearly half an hour. By the time Yang Zongbao brought the meal to his hand, it was already half an hour later.
"Give."
Jiang Song took the plate from Yang Zongbao and found that it was full of meat, so he looked at Yang Zongbao in surprise. Yang Zongbao raised his index finger to his lips: "Shh."
Without hesitation, Jiang Song squatted aside and immersed himself in eating. - Didn't finish reading? Add this book to your favoritesI'm a member and bookmarked this chapterCopy the address of this book and recommend it to your friends for pointsChapter error? Click here to report
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