This drill teaching was actually Lin Ming’s last instructor drill.
but.
The so-called teaching drill did not appear. What appeared was Lin Ming being dragged and drunk by a group of soldiers.
Lin Ming had no time to be distracted wherever the shouting started.
After all, there is such a large group of people. No matter how drunk he is, it is impossible for one person to fuck dozens of people.
This resulted in the seven little dumplings running aside to play by themselves.
"Brother, third brother, please wait for us."
The seven little guys were divided into two groups. The five female dolls ran slower and followed behind. At this time, they shouted to Dabao and Sanbao who were running in front.
"Come on, we found something good."
Dabao and Sanbao waved to the sisters behind them, and then the two little guys squatted next to the big iron pot and the firewood stove.
"Brother, what's so fun?"
From behind, five little babies followed. Erbao Linjing stared ahead with a pair of bright and dark eyes.
"Look at this quickly, Chaihuo."
The boss Lin Chen pointed to the stove fire in front of him and said with a smile: "We can use this roasted sweet potato to eat."
"I was full just now."
"I'm full too."
Si Bao and Wu Bao, the two younger sisters, touched their swollen bellies and said they couldn't eat anymore.
Dabao: "Humph, we can bake it and take it back and eat it when we are hungry."
Si Bao: "Wow... Big brother is so awesome and so smart."
Wubao: "Hehe, yes, we can take it back to eat."
Liubao: "It was a long, long time ago when Mommy took us to roast sweet potatoes. I want to eat roasted sweet potatoes."
Qibao: "We can take it back to Mama and the others to eat."
Sanbao squatted beside the firewood, frowning: "But we don't have sweet potatoes, how can we roast them and take them back?"
"Hey, let's ask the uncles nearby. They must have it."
The resourceful Dabao smiled and came up with another little idea.
"But what if they don't give it to us?"
Sanbao spoke again, contradicting some of the little guys and causing problems. It's no wonder that this kid's IQ is 220.
Now, it is estimated that there are 230.
"I have a way, and they will definitely give it to us. Come with me."
Dabao smiled, as if he had some of Lin Ming's demeanor, and now he called his six younger brothers and sisters to follow him.
Not long after.
The seven little guys ran to the side of the warrior who was in charge of the big pot of food and wore a white waistcoat.
Then, the seven little guys started their coquettish mode.
"Uncle, we want to eat roasted sweet potatoes."
"Yes, yes, uncle."
"But we don't have any sweet potatoes."
"Uncle, can you give us some sweet potatoes? We can reward uncle."
"I can reward uncle with a kiss."
"I can do that too."
"If uncle gives us sweet potatoes, Yaomei can reward uncle with a little kiss."
The soldier who was guarding the boiler saw the seven little dumplings surrounding him, and his eyes widened instantly. Especially when he heard the seven little dumplings saying that they could reward him with a small kiss, his eyes widened.
Directly shine.
How could he refuse such a huge good thing?
To know.
That group of boys fought desperately, but only the top three were rewarded with kisses from seven cute little guys.
And now.
He can get it with just a few sweet potatoes.
Just don't make too much money.
"Okay, little wolves, uncle will get you some sweet potatoes."
The soldier was all smiles, and then turned around to get sweet potatoes for the seven little guys.
To know.
The seven little guys are very popular in the entire camp.
Ever since Lin Ming came for the first time with his seven little guys, the seven little guys were no longer just Lin Ming's babies, but also the babies of the soldiers in the entire camp.
To put it simply.
To say that the seven little dumplings are the little princes and princesses of the entire camp is an understatement.
It is truly a collection of thousands of favors.
"Here, little wolves, these sweet potatoes are all for you."
The warrior carried a whole pocket of sweet potatoes and then came to the front of the seven cubs.
"Wow... so many."
"Thank you, uncle."
"Hey, uncle is so nice."
"Well, give it to uncle as a reward."
"Well..."
"Well..."
The seven little guys, each holding two sweet potatoes in their hands, ran away excitedly.
Only the soldier from the cooking squad remained where he was, still smiling silly.
"Oh, I'm so happy. If other boys knew about this, they would be so jealous of me, haha..."
The warrior was so excited that he stared at the seven little guys squatting by the stove fire with a bright smile on his face. Finally he came to the little dumplings and said: "Little wolves, do you want uncle to give it to you?"
Help?"
This is a rare opportunity to please the seven little guys.
Naturally, he wouldn't let it go so easily.
"Uncle, no need."
"Thank you uncle, we can bake sweet potatoes."
"Yes, yes, daddy taught us."
"Uncle, you don't need to worry about us. We will give you one when it is baked."
The soldier smiled when he heard the words, stood up, looked at the seven little cubs, and said with concern: "You little guys, please be careful, don't touch the fire, otherwise, you will hurt yourself.
"
"Uncle, don't worry."
"Uncle, we will be careful."
"Uncle, we are not three-year-old children, we are three and a half years old."
The seven cubs spoke one after another, but their eyes were fixed on the stove in front of them.
One by one, he threw a dozen sweet potatoes in, then picked up a stick of firewood from the ground, and carefully buried the sweet potatoes under the firewood.
On the edge.
The smile on the corner of this warrior's mouth has never diminished, but he has also been secretly paying attention to the seven little guys.
Once there is a situation, he will immediately come forward.
after all.
This is a simple firewood stove made of stones and bricks. The stones and bricks have already been heated red. For them, there is no danger and they can avoid it quickly.
But for the seven little guys, if one of them is not careful, they may hurt themselves.
If the people in the camp knew that something had happened to the seven little dumplings at their own hands, everyone in the camp would probably drag him out and skin him alive.
Snap.
"It's buried. Just wait a while. Let's go play now."
Dabao, who was squatting in front of the stove fire, stood up, clapped his little hands, a proud smile appeared on his little face, and finally went to play with his six younger brothers and sisters.