Shang Zhen was still sitting under the tree, holding two large bowls with waxes in his hand, filled with white rice.

Although the rice looked very fine and there were some yellow-white rice husks in the white rice grains. Although Shang Zhen had a rag wrapped around his hands and there were blood stains on the rags, this did not prevent Shang Zhen from eating the rice from being very sweet. He also put a broken basin in front of him, which contained most of the basin of mashed potatoes.

Shang Zhen was really hungry, and his eating habits were naturally not elegant, but even so, it made the soldiers around him very excited. The head was the head. Although he was bleeding when he got him back, he now seemed to be alive again.

"You are young after all!" Wang Laomao, with a pleated face, exclaimed next to him.

Logically speaking, Wang Laomao is not too young. He is almost dead. If it were someone else, he would have to be a grandfather. If he could not live in the same family for four generations, he would definitely have a lot of children and grandchildren. However, Wang Laomao's expression could not make people think of the word "kindness".

Shang Zhen ignored Wang Laomao's sarcastic attitude but continued to be his fellow practitioner.

Since Shang Zhen was rescued by Wang Laomao and others from Bengbu, he has opened his mouth a lot. For example, now, he is having a meal, but from beginning to end, he only said one sentence, and that sentence is still the same word, "hungry"! Just when his subordinates joked that he didn't wear shorts in his pants, that was a bit of a stroll.

Actually, what's the matter? Shang Zhen changed into Japanese clothes during this battle. His original shorts were already ragged. He threw them away if they were awkward.

Of course, his Japanese clothes were taken off the Japanese army.

To talk about Japanese people, in the future, they must have worn pants or interesting underwear, but nowadays, there is a loincloth cloth in Japanese!

Then let alone Shang Zhen, the soldiers under him can wear Japanese uniforms and put on Japanese underwear, but they will never use Japanese loincloths. That is the bottom line of being a Chinese soldier!

At that time, Shang Zhen thought, didn’t he just not wear shorts? What’s there?

As for China's poverty nowadays, some poor families have only a pair of pants. Who can wear them when they go out to maintain their last dignity as a human being? Then, is it okay if you don't wear shorts?

But Shang Zhen never thought that he would be injured. He wanted to clean the wound, although the injury was not serious, so his privacy without shorts was also exposed to everyone!

That must have been awkward at that time, especially Ju Hongxia and Gao Yuyan found out.

But now Shang Zhen has already thought about it. What is there? Is this a big deal? When Cao Cao in the Romance of the Three Kingdoms ran away on Huarong Road, he was forced to change his robe and cut his beard. He is all human beings. No matter how famous people are, they are just on the surface, so who hasn't even got some slandering things behind him!

Shang Zhen’s inner world is also rich, but he won’t say such words. If Leng Xiaozhi was by his side, he wouldn’t mind telling Leng Xiaozhi. As for others, let’s just forget it!

"Boy, I thought you had lost your tongue. Now I can't see that you can eat well? You've finished speaking, should you say something?" Seeing that Shang Zhen had finished eating, he burped and said again.

Shang Zhen was not deaf, of course he heard Wang Laomao's words, but he glanced at Gao Yuyan who was lowering his head and helping him get a bowl.

Wang Laomao has been with Shang Zhen for many years, but the tacit understanding between him and Shang Zhen is even better than him and his young wife Ju Hongxia!

"What a girl, go and brush the bowl of basins and see if the doctor they found for the boy Shang came." Wang Laomao said.

Wang Laomao's request was understandable, so Ju Hongxia and Gao Yuyan really walked away. For the safety of the two women, Chu Tian and Chen Hanwen also followed with guns on their backs.

Seeing the four people walking far away, Shang Zhen stretched his waist with a "ouch" sound, but when his waist was stretched, he grinned again. He was really hurt everywhere now.

"Brother, lend me your coat for a while!" Shang Zhen said, pointing to a Northeast soldier who was also next to him.

The soldier Shang Zhen didn't know him because the soldier was from the same group as Zhou Xiu, and he didn't know where the soldier got a Japanese yellow tweed coat.

"Okay!" The soldier quickly agreed when he heard Shang Zhen's request.

People who can fight the Japanese are always respected.

No one knows how many Japanese devils Shang Zhen killed last night, but after dawn, the Japanese machine gun on the second floor fell silent after the box cannon sounded. This is an indisputable fact.

Shang Zhen took the yellow tweed coat and stood up, or, to be precise, jumped up with one foot.

He spread the yellow tweed coat under the tree, then sat carefully on the coat, then lay down, and stretched his waist and yawned.

"Hey, I said you little turtle, I sent those two women away. You are just for sleeping?" Wang Laomao, who kept looking at Shang Zhen's style that clearly wanted to sleep, said angrily.

Shang Zhen lay on his right arm and lay on the ground, glanced at Wang Laohu. Although he didn't say anything, the meaning was undoubtedly, what do you think I was going to do?

Wang Laomao had no idea about Shang Zhen. When he was about to walk away, Shang Zhen, who had closed his eyes and prepared to go to bed, said, "Don't forget to tell Gao Yuyan that I am a family member and let her break that thought."

"Huh?" Wang Laomao couldn't help but look at Shang Zhen, but Shang Zhen didn't care about him, but just slept on his own.

"Fuck me, pretend to be a fool. How good it would be to hug me again by then!" Wang Laomao muttered disapprovingly.

In Wang Laomao's opinion, any man does not have the idea of ​​a beauties in the harem.

No one knew whether Shang Zhen heard Wang Laomao's words, but he closed his eyes and stopped opening it. It was obvious that he was really asleep.

Wang Laomao looked at Shang Zhen with his eyes.

At this time, the little dustpan, who had been watching next to him, suddenly laughed and said, "Thuzhuzi, you said that if there was always a big man staring at him like this when you were sleeping, would you have a dream?"

"What is spring dream?" Hu Zhuzi didn't understand.

"Baiting!" Guan Tiedou next to him said angrily.

With a "puff", several soldiers next to him smirked.

After Wang Laomao swept over with majestic eyes, the soldiers became more and more serious.

An hour later, a "saut" sounded suddenly in the woods, and Shang Zhen, who was originally sleeping on the yellow tweed coat, jumped up.

He reached out and touched his waist habitually, but he felt empty.

It was only then that he remembered that after he was changed, the gun was not carried on his back.

At this time, Shang Zhen looked around but was surprised to find that the soldiers and the female student Gao Yuyan and Ju Hongxia were all looking at him with joy.

"Everyone thinks about me?" Shang Zhen, who had just woken up from his sleep, was still ignorant.

"Feet!" the soldiers all pointed at Shang Zhen's left foot and said.

"What's wrong with the foot?" Shang Zhen was stunned. Didn't he just sprain his ankle? Isn't this normal? Although the injury is quite serious.

However, Shang Zhen immediately felt something was wrong, and he was standing steadily.
Chapter completed!