"What do you think the sun looks like?" asked in a slightly hoarse voice under the cold sunset.

"Like the plaster flag of the Japanese devils!" a soldier replied.

"The answer is correct, kill it! One (preparation)!" The hoarse voice ordered.

So, in the cold sunset, in the bleakness of thousands of trees, four soldiers "release water" towards the sunset.

If there was a scholar who knew the words and words present, he would definitely think that although it was bleak now, it was also a scenery after all, just like "the vine was an old tree, the jackdaw, the small bridge and the flowing water, the ancient road was the west wind, the thin horse, the heartbroken man was at the end of the world."

But what's the point of putting water on the sunset that looks like a plaster? Children? Can you still shoot that plaster? Kuafu chases the sun? Houyi shoots the sun? I'll think too far, this is a vulgar prank!

If the child who is four or five years old and ignorant of the world urinates at the sun and says, "I want to shoot down the sun", this is called childlike fun.

But if an adult in his twenties, thirties, forties and fifties urinates at the sun and says, "I want to shoot the sun down", this is called "heartless!"

This is really too disgraceful!

But I think it is vulgar, but normal people should laugh if they see it. Just think of it as a mentally ill person.

However, the two Northwest Army soldiers who were looking at the four people with guns turned a blind eye to this. The reason was that when they threw these four games out to relieve their hands these days, they were just watching this.

No matter how funny the jokes are, they are not funny anymore, so they have no feelings.

And these four people are Wang Laomao, Ma Erhuzi, Qiu Bo and Qian Chuaner.

They feel that they are making fun of suffering, but others seem to be spoofing.

It would be fine if it was normal, but the scene of their spoof fell into the eyes of several people not far away.

"It's so ruinous for our Northeastern people!" Someone sighed, and it was Qin Chuan who was speaking.

Although Shang Zhen and the others, who were with Qin Chuan, did not say anything, they agreed deeply, and even felt a fever on their faces.

And this is their third feeling.

What is the third feeling? They saw Wang Laomao and the other four shouting orders to release water at the sun, and then it was funny, but they felt so embarrassing!

The reason they think so is because now it is not only a few of them, but also a few Northwest Army members next to them, with teasing smiles on their faces.

"Cancel the team!" Wang Laomao shouted again, so the four of them tied their belts and turned around. At this moment, they saw Shang Zhen and others who were shy about them not far behind them.

"I'm 20, you're finally here!" When Wang Laomao shouted, Qian Chuan'er, Ma Erhuzi, and Qiu Bo jumped up and ran to them.

"Pay attention to your identity, why do you want to escape from prison?" One of the soldiers watching them quit.

But at this time, an officer who was with Shang Zhen and the others waved his hand, and the soldier in charge of the custody ignored Wang Laomao and the other four.

Wang Laomao and the others were finally "rescued". For those who do not have the Eye of God, they were caught for no reason and were also let go for no reason!

Half an hour later, Wang Laomao, who had gained his freedom, finally saw the small dustpan, although he only looked through the crack in the door.

They could only look through the crack in the door, just because the two nurses who were caring for the small dustpan did not allow Wang and the others to go in.

They had just gained freedom, and then they realized how valuable freedom is, so they naturally did not dare to play tricks with the nurse.

The little dustbike also looked at it, and the person was fine. At this time, Wang Laomao remembered to ask Shang Zhen and said, "Boy Shang, why did you let them let us go?"

"I found the highest commander in this village, said a few good things to them, and they brought us here to find you." Shang Zhen replied.

"It's that simple?" Wang Laomao was incredulous.

"It's that simple." Shang Zhen replied again.

"Did they say why they locked us up?" Wang Laomao continued.

Shang Zhen shook his head: "I didn't say anything, I didn't ask."

"Yes, it's good that you can give birth to a baby. Who cares who his parents are? How did he get it out?" Wang Laomao couldn't help but laugh at himself.

After hearing what Wang Laomao said, Shang Zhen glanced at him, and smiled on the other soldiers' faces. Before everyone could forget to glance at him.

What Wang Laomao said is nothing more than saying that as long as the result is good, who cares about the process?

But if you don’t say it well, you have to explain it in the simplest and most vulgar words that people can understand. Well, well, this is also considered to be a good way to connect theory with practice.

The reason why Shang Zhen and the others wanted to glance at the side was because the nurse who was caring for the small dustpan was standing next to him.

But they are wearing masks, and although their eyes are flashing with eyelashes, they can't figure out what the expression is.

"What is their highest commander?" Wang Laomao asked again.

"I'm a platoon leader." Shang Zhen replied again.

"It's the platoon leader!" Wang Laomao didn't know what to say, and then he became distracted.

This time, in order to save Xiao Wuji, they were inexplicably detained by the people of the 59th Army.

Because of all kinds of fear, they are so tightly controlled by others. They squat in small trumpets every day but cannot turn against them. That's boring!

It is written to say bored, but it is called "nothing" in Northeastern dialect.

It is said that when men and women are together, you will get tired of seeing Xi Shi at home every day, let alone when several men face each other together every day.

So they will yell the vocals and urinate during the only two vents every day.

Why do they only have the only two chances to let go every day? At this time, because people looked at their Northwest Army soldiers and felt that they always begged them to solve the problem, so they changed their food supply.

That is, dry food pipes are full and can drink water, but they are under control.

The advantage of this is that no matter how much you eat, you only have one large size every day, and only one small size.

Although they didn't drink much water, they couldn't hold it in for a long time. Since the first day of this rule, Wang Laomao never drenched his trouser legs again. The firepower was so strong! He was holding it in!

After being detained for a week, Guman was arrested again. In the next week, Guman would have no idea of ​​life and death!

Of course, now he realized that Guman was brought over by the Northwest Army to take shit and urine to the small dustpan that had been treated.

And now? Now he realized that the person who detained them was just a platoon leader, a platoon leader! I was also a platoon leader back then!

But from beginning to end, people just joked with people like me, and it was just a prank.

Forget it, just be embarrassed. No matter how much you say the small dustpan has been saved, then don’t mention keeping yourself for half a month, even if you keep it for a month and a year, it’s worth it to be able to save the small dustpan!

Thinking of this, Old Mau seemed to have the look of the small dustpan he had just seen lying on the hospital bed again.

When he was looking at the small dustpan in the crack of the door, he didn't know if the small dustpan was asleep, but he was lying on the bed with his eyes closed.

The young nurse didn't let them enter the house at all, and Wang Laomao was obedient and didn't go in. Looking at the little winnowing basket that was once lively, Wang Laomao, who had been in the military for half his life, felt a pain in his heart.

The soldiers he had seen went to the sea, but he just told Xiao Wuji that he would recognize Xiao Wuji as his godson. Although Xiao Wuji refused to do anything, he called himself father-in-law, but this did not prevent him from still liking Xiao Wuji.

"Do you lose some of the slightest bits." Wang Laomao finally sighed, "No matter what, the 59th Army is also the savior of our small dustpan."

No one answered Wang Laomao's words, but Shang Zhen let out a "chier", and at the same time the little nurse standing next to them also let out a "chier".

The little nurse's "Chi'er" was filled with disdain, but Shang Zhen's "Chi'er" was amused by Wang Laomao.
Chapter completed!