The two of them checked carefully for a while, and then breathed a sigh of relief, "It's okay, there are just some bruises. The little kid didn't lie. It can be seen that he came out of trouble, and his body bones are strong." At the moment, the two of them stood side by side.
, rubbed the dog for a while, then let go of his hand and said, "Baby, let's see if you can move your arms?"
Gouzi tried to shake his arm, with a smile on his face, and bowed his hands: "I thanked the elder, it's no big deal."
"It can't be done." One of the two is missing an arm, and the other's hands are normal, but his leg must have been broken and not reconnected, so he walks with a limp. "It seems that I and others are at fault. Something is really going to happen.
It's really shameless to face that Feng Langjun and your grandma."
There was a hint of loneliness on Gouzi's face, and he shook his head gently: "There are only my mother and son in the family, and the rest of my relatives are gone."
Gouzi's words made the veterans fall silent. After a while, Veteran Scar stepped forward, gently touched Gouzi's head, sighed, and cursed in a low voice: "This damn world!
"
"God has been kind to the boy. Although he has no other relatives, he has allowed the boy to meet his master after all." Gouzi looked at it openly, raised his head and smiled, "Now he lives like a human being, unlike before.
, not even as good as an animal."
As soon as these words came out, several veterans raised their thumbs: "These words are really confident."
"Baby, tell me, as long as you become a member of Zhuangzi, all children can be literate?" The scarred veteran remembered what happened just now, bent down and asked eagerly.
"That's not necessarily true." Gouzi shook his head.
"Why are you saying it's not certain again?" Old Scar said anxiously, "Didn't you just say that this is the rule of the dealer?"
"That was before." Gouzi smiled slyly and said with a wink, "Didn't a group of people come here a few days ago? Their children were not so lucky."
"Liaoren, Liaoren, that counts as..." Scared Old Soldier just started to say. He seemed to think of something and sighed. He didn't say any more. He just asked again, "Then what are the rules now?"
"This kid doesn't know. You have to ask your master to find out." Gouzi shook his head, then bent down and saluted, "Elders, please have your meal first, and I will come over to take care of you later."
After saying this, he took the baby behind him and left, leaving only the veterans looking at each other.
"This Zhuangzi is not simple."
Someone said something with emotion.
"Have you seen those children? They are all arranged in an orderly manner. In this regard, they are probably better than the auxiliary soldiers in the procession."
"Shit! During this journey, how many regular soldiers can get out of this ranks?"
"Stop arguing and come over to eat first." Veteran Scar shouted, "Didn't you complain that you were hungry just now? Why don't you want to eat now?"
Everyone gathered around and got their belongings ready to eat.
"Isn't this the life of a noble person?" Everyone stared at the round and white steamed buns, and someone gulped down a mouthful of water, "This can be considered three meals a day."
"This round pancake is so fragrant, sweet and soft. I have never tasted such delicious food in my life!" The person who got the steamed bun couldn't wait to take a big bite, chewed hard for a few times, and said vaguely.
said.
Instead, the veteran Scar who took the lead looked thoughtful, took a bite of the steamed bun, chewed it casually, and sighed softly.
"Brother Lu, isn't this kind of food not to your taste?" The lame veteran who rubbed Gouzi's shoulders understood clearly and came over to ask.
Veteran Scar gave a bitter smile, looked at the steamed buns in his hands, and said, "Don't say that we have never eaten such good food in our lives. Even when we were in the army, not even the generals had seen them eat it.
?I was thinking, since this Fengzhuang is so good, what can we do that makes others like it? If I can't think of it, I'm afraid I won't be able to wait long for such a meal."
As soon as these words came out, everyone who was eating steamed buns couldn't help but stop.
"I have been rolling around on the battlefield for most of my life, fighting for my life with the King of Hell. Apart from swinging a knife to kill people, what else can I do?" The lame veteran also nodded, "How many people can't come with just this white round cake?
?Does it have to be like us who are missing arms and legs? You have to think about it carefully, otherwise you can’t guess what the owner means, how can you stand firm?"
"Could it be that you are interested in our killing skills?" Someone asked tentatively.
Scar veteran's eyes lit up, he slapped his thigh and shouted, "That's right!" He stood up and looked around, and urged again and again, "Bring the food inside, and don't let anyone listen."
Several people moved all the things into the cave in a hurry, leaving one person to stand guard at the entrance of the cave. Then they gathered together. Veteran Scar said in a low voice: "Besides the killing skills in our hands, we have nothing else."
I'm capable. I estimate that the master's family is most likely interested in our skills. I heard that wealthy families like to raise dead soldiers. Do you think Feng Langjun thinks the same way?"
"Do you still want us to work for him?"
The lame veteran sneered: "In this world, except for being born in a wealthy family, who doesn't have to work hard? People like us can't even do the work in the fields as well as women. Is it possible that we really want others to live in vain?
With us?"
"What the old lame said is right. In this world of football, who doesn't have to work hard to survive? If you don't die on the battlefield, you are lucky. If you can live one more day, you will earn one more day. Since they are all working hard.
, then it depends on whether the sale of your life is worth it. Let’s talk about it, if that’s the case, do you want to agree?”
Everyone was silent for a while, and then someone said jokingly: "Just these two round cakes, that's definitely not going to work."
"And this cave..."
"That's right, if you want to eat meat, you also need two sets of clothes, right? You need leather boots..."
"Don't talk about these useless things. Let's talk first. If you really want us to work hard, do you want to agree?"
"Didn't Brother Lu just say that? With our humble life, if we live one more day, we will earn one more day. As long as we can eat these round cakes every day and add some meat, then even death will be considered worthwhile."
Someone said nonchalantly.
"What do you think, old lame man?"
The lame veteran took a bite of the white flour steamed bun, chewed it carefully, and then said: "It depends on how Feng Langjun arranges the family members of his colleagues. We are all alone and have nothing to worry about, but back then
We all promised those comrades who blocked the bullets for us to take good care of their families. If Feng Langjun can really make them eat well, we will risk our lives and die when we get down there.
My brother has an explanation."
"This makes sense." The scar-faced veteran nodded and looked around at everyone, "We all escaped from the battlefield together with our lives. We really regret our lives, and we can understand. Now that the matter has not been decided yet
Come down here. If you want to quit, just leave early. I won’t blame you. If you don’t leave now and shrink from the battle in the future, not only harming yourself, but also hurting the children of your colleagues, don’t blame me as a brother.
No mercy."
No one said anything.
In the end, it was the scar-faced veteran who spoke: "Okay, it seems we are brothers of life and death, so this matter is settled."
"What if we are not required to be a dead soldier?"
"Your mind is full of donkey hair? Wouldn't it be a good thing not to be a dead soldier? Wouldn't it be a good thing to eat white flour pancakes until you die?"
