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- Yang Zongbao smiled, added a portion for himself, and started eating.
A mixture of compliments in two languages, rising and falling with each other. The food made by Yang Zongbao has been recognized by most people.
The relationship between the teams of the two countries seems to have been drawn closer invisibly.
"Good job." Song Heren said to Yang Zongbao who was squatting on the ground.
"I don't wash dishes."
"Huh?" Song Heren looked at the empty bowl in his hand and immediately understood that Yang Zongbao thought he asked him to wash the dishes. Now he seemed to be able to understand Yang Zongbao's jumping thinking, so when he heard his weird remarks, Song Heren Heren was not as disgusted as before, but replied bluntly: "You don't need to wash the dishes, we wash our own."
"Well" In fact, Yang Zongbao had been worried just now, what if he was asked to wash the dishes? You must know that the pot and spoon used to cook curry chicken are very difficult to wash. Now that I have received a negative reply from Song Heren, I am of course relieved.
"We have to carry out a mission tomorrow." Song Heren didn't know why he said this to Yang Zongbao.
"You want me to accompany the team?" Yang Zongbao raised his head and asked.
"It's better if you follow me."
"Okay." Yang Zongbao agreed.
"It will be very dangerous." Song Herenzhi said, "I told you before I came here that if you don't want to go, I won't force you. There are some things I want to say directly. The last batch of teams lost half of their losses, and among them were military doctors who died in those tribes. so¡¡"
"I'm going, it's okay."
"" Song Heren was not explaining anything. He thought Yang Zongbao did not have a correct understanding of the danger.
Yang Zongbao went to wash the dishes after eating.
The water resources here are very tight, so everyone wipes the bowl with a layer of paper and then rinses it with water.
Because of Yang Zongbao, the soldiers had water for scrubbing at night.
Song Heren arranged for a soldier to collect water every night.
After dinner, the American soldiers began to entertain.
In Kenting, a country where supplies are very scarce, American soldiers have no way of entertainment and can only fight. Many soldiers from the Celestial Dynasty were also eager to try, but they were all stared back by Song Heren.
Yang Zongbao had no interest in these things, so he went back to his room.
The Japanese ghost disappeared in the camp again.
Jiang Song continued to read.
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"These are the clothes the company commander asked me to send you." Chen Pi, who was knocked down by the Japanese ghost, brought up camouflage clothes.
"Thank you." Without waiting for Yang Zongbao's instructions, Jiang Song stood up and took the clothes from Chen Pi's hand.
"It's okay." After Chen Pi delivered the clothes, he still stayed at the door.
"Is something wrong?" Yang Zongbao noticed Chen Pi's hesitation, so he asked.
"You are a doctor, right?"
"yes."
¡°Something happened to me, I don¡¯t know what it is.¡± Chen Pi rolled up his sleeves.
Yang Zongbao took his arm and saw that there was a red spot on the inside of his forearm. Red spots floated on the surface, and there were some blisters-like bumps around them. Some of the blisters had been broken by scratching, and the yellow liquid formed a disgusting hard shell on them, which was full of scars.
"Is it itchy?" Yang Zongbao asked.
"Yeah." Chen Pi replied.
"When did it start?" Yang Zongbao asked.
"today."
"Today?" Yang Zongbao felt strange, but he still took out the ointment and handed it to Chen Pi: "Apply it."
"Thank you." Chen Pi took the ointment and went out.
Yang Zongbao continued to lie on the floor in a daze.
Rigui didn¡¯t come back all night, and Jiang Song fell asleep with his book in hand.
The night in Kenting is not quiet, gunshots are heard intermittently, I believe everyone here should remain vigilant.
"came back?"
The Japanese ghost who tiptoed into the classroom was suddenly startled: "Yeah."
"What did you find?" Yang Zongbao simply stood up.
Jiang Song did not open his eyes on the side, breathing evenly.
"Intermittently, many small groups of armed forces are approaching us. It seems to be some kind of national festival in Kenting or something" The Japanese ghost also seemed to understand, and he didn't understand some key issues very well.
"What mission do you think we will be performing when we go out tomorrow?" Yang Zongbao respected the Japanese ghost's opinion in this regard.
"It is probably to eliminate the small groups of armed forces on the periphery. In addition, it seems that a Chinese construction team has been hijacked."
"I know, you can take a rest."?You are pretty good at that, but you have tricked me into this! "Yang Zongbao glanced at the Japanese ghost's lower body with ill intentions.
"No. As long as you feel comfortable serving those ladies, I'll tell you everything." Japanese ghosts are not ashamed, but proud of themselves.
"Okay, don't talk about your special hobbies so noble, go and get some sleep, we will set off at dawn." Yang Zongbao scolded with a smile.
"Well, I'm exhausted tonight." Rigui rolled his bedding into a corner and went to sleep.
Being awakened by the Japanese ghost, Yang Zongbao was completely sleepless, so he had to move his bedding to the door and watch the stars.
There are not many lights at night in Kenting. Even the few electric lights in this primary school are powered by diesel engines. But there will be flashes of red light in the distance, accompanied by the explosion of guns.
Except for the patrolling soldiers, no one else stayed outside.
Yang Zongbao even heard people shouting
Early the next morning, Jiang Song woke up and found that Rigui and Yang Zongbao were gone. A feeling of panic hit him for a moment. He quickly put on his large camouflage uniform and rushed down, only to find that Yang Zongbao and the others were about to get in the car.
"Why didn't you call me?" Jiang Song said and was about to climb into the car.
"Wait, you can't go." Rigui stood in front of Jiang Song and prevented him from getting in the car.
"Why?" Jiang Song looked at Yang Zongbao who was in the car.
"It's too dangerous." Yang Zongbao paused for a few seconds and said.
"I'm going." Jiang Song insisted, showing a rare willful attack.
"I asked you, why are you so stubborn?" Rigui scratched his head.
"I can speak Kenting. It will be more convenient for you to bring me with you"
"" Yang Zongbao said nothing, just looked at Jiang Song.
Jiang Song¡¯s voice became smaller and smaller under Yang Zongbao¡¯s gaze, and he was finally forced to silence himself.
"close the door."
"Oh." After hearing Yang Zongbao's words, Rigui closed the car door.
Two armored vehicles left the camp.
Jiang Song looked at the armored vehicles walking away silently, feeling a little empty in his heart.
"Okay, it's not like they won't come." William put his arm around Jiang Song's shoulders: "John asked me to take care of you before he left."
"John?" Jiang Song wasn't sure he knew the person William was talking about.
"Ah! That's Yang Zongbao." William actually knew that John was Yang Zongbao, but the pronunciation of the Chinese language was not as easy for him as the pronunciation of the American language, so even if he later learned that Yang Zongbao was John, he still liked to call him John.
"Huh? Does he have another name?" Jiang Song's lost heart was filled with a little.
"Yes, do you want to hear a story?" William asked.
"Yeah." Jiang Song nodded.
¡°This way.¡± William held Jiangsu in his arms, took him to a chair on the playground, and gave him a piece of chocolate.
"I don't like eating." Jiang Song hesitated when facing the chocolate handed to him. But he is still a kid after all, and his resistance to chocolate is limited. He says he doesn¡¯t want it, but his eyes don¡¯t think so.
"Okay, let's eat." William smiled and forced the chocolate into Jiang Song's hand.
This time Jiang Song did not refuse and ate slowly: "How did you and Brother Yang meet?"
"You finally asked?" William slowly recalled: "Brother Yang is a hero"
Facing William¡¯s high evaluation of Yang Zongbao, Jiang Song looked shocked
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"It doesn't matter if you leave the child there, right?" Song Heren asked worriedly.
"It's okay, I asked William to watch him." Yang Zongbao sat in the car and looked outside. The road was uneven due to the explosion. Fortunately, military armored vehicles have good shock absorption, so there are a lot of bumps.
"Are you familiar with William?" Song Heren asked seemingly unintentionally.
"Yeah, relatively familiar."
Seeing that Yang Zongbao¡¯s answer was rather perfunctory, Song Heren knew that he didn¡¯t want to say more, and he didn¡¯t force himself, so he consciously dropped the topic.
"We are going to rescue the hostages this time." After a while, Song Heren felt that he should explain this operation: "We have a team of Chinese technicians who repair pipelines and were hijacked by an armed force from Kenting."
"Um."
Seeing that Yang Zongbao's answer seemed to have been known for a long time, Song Heren felt strange that he had also received the news the day before: "You know?"
"Humph" The Japanese ghost made a mocking sound at this moment.
Song HerenruoI looked at him thoughtfully, understood something and stopped talking.
"I want weapons." Yang Zongbao said.
"You are a doctor and don't need weapons." Song Heren hadn't reacted yet.
"I need weapons." Yang Zongbao insisted.
"Can you use it?" Song Heren threw a gun over.
"I think you already knew that, didn't you?" Yang Zongbao took the gun and played with it a few times with skillful techniques.
"Haha" The meaning of the Japanese ghost's ridicule became more obvious.
Song Heren can now ignore the ridicule of Japanese ghosts, because several confrontations ended with him being dumb, so he learned his lesson.
"Is it serious?" Yang Zongbao broke the awkward atmosphere between the two.
"Serious." Suddenly Song Heren said to Chen Pi next to him: "Chen Pi, can you stop scratching it?"
"What? The itching hasn't stopped yet?" Yang Zongbao was surprised. He remembered that the tangerine peel given was glucocorticoid, and it also had a certain anesthetic effect. How could it be so itchy?
"It's itchy." Chen Pi rolled up his sleeves and stretched his arms under Yang Zongbao's eyes.
The wound was a whole circle bigger than last night, and a piece of skin was scratched and bloody.
"Let's talk about it when we get back." At present, Yang Zongbao has no good solution.
"Oh." Chen Pi retracted his hand and continued to grab it.
boom¡¡
The car Yang Zongbao was sitting in shook and stopped.
"What's going on?" Song Heren reacted immediately and loaded the bullet.
"The fat man's car in front was bombed." Someone quickly reported back the situation in front.
"Get out of the car." Song Heren jumped out of the back of the car with others.
Yang Zongbao sat in the car and thought about it before getting off.
"What are you doing here?" Song Heren didn't expect Yang Zongbao to come down too.
"have a look."
Song Heren almost vomited blood because of Yang Zongbao's answer. - 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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