Saint Quixote fell asleep peacefully in his arms, with a clean bone in his little hand, and whenever Zhou Bo came to visit, Clumsy always allowed Don Quixote to sit until late in the evening, because the shy child liked him very much, and Zhou Bo was very strange and glad to be close to him. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

Ben Ben was usually not happy to have Don Quixote around to disturb her, but he became very well-behaved as soon as he arrived in Zhou Bo's arms.

As for Aunt Salted Fish, she was nervously trying not to burp because they had a hard old for dinner that day.

That morning, Aunt Salted Fish regretfully decided that it was best to slaughter the old rooster, so that it would continue to grieve for the old wife who had been eaten long ago until she died of old age.

For many days, he drooped his head and was bored in the empty chicken field, and he could not raise his spirits to cry.

When Uncle Bluebeard snapped its neck, Aunt Salted Fish suddenly remembered that many of her friends hadn't tasted chicken in weeks.

If her family enjoyed the meal behind closed doors, it would be a good conscience, so she suggested inviting some guests to dinner.

In her fifth month of pregnancy, she had been away from the event or at home for several weeks, so she was very upset about the idea.

But Aunt Salted Fish is very resolute this time, the family eats this rooster alone, after all, it's too selfish, right?

What's more, the weak **** is already so flat, as long as she raises the top skirt a little, no one will see it.

"Well, I don't want to see anyone, auntie, because Mengjiao—"

"Actually, Mengjiao-he's not gone anymore!"

Aunt Salty Fish said in a trembling voice, because she had already concluded in her heart that Mengjiao was dead.

"He's still living a good life like you, and you, it's only good for you to interact with people more, and I want to invite Xiangxiang?

Mrs. Fava Bean begged me to try to cheer her up, and persuade her to meet her guests—"

"Well, Mao Mao just died, auntie, it would be cruel if you forced her to do this. ”

"Why, weak, if you continue to fight with me like this, I will cry angrily. Anyway, I'm always your aunt, and I'm not unreasonable. I'm going to have a treat. “

So, Aunt Salted Fish had a treat, and at the last minute came a guest whom she had not invited and did not want him to come, and it happened that the room was filled with the smell of roast chicken, and Zhou Bo came back out of nowhere and knocked on the door outside.

He carried a large box of candy wrapped in flower paper under his bow, and his mouth was full of clever flattery.

There was no choice but to leave him behind, even though Aunt Salted Fish knew that the doctor and Mrs. Raccoon didn't have a crush on him, and Xiangxiang didn't like any man who didn't wear a military uniform.

Originally, whether it was the raccoon's family or the broad bean's family, they never greeted Zhou Bo on the street, but now that they are at a friend's house, of course they can treat each other politely. Moreover, he was now sheltered by weakness more resolutely than before.

Because since he inquired about Mengjiao on behalf of the weak, she publicly declared that as long as he lived, he would always be a welcome guest in her house, and she didn't care what others said about him.

Aunt Salted Fish found that Zhou Bo's speech and demeanor were polite, so she gradually felt relieved.

He treats Xiang Xiang with compassion and respect, and Xiang Xiang is also happy because of this, so the meal is very pleasant.

It can be said to be a rich feast.

Cockroach Maru brought a little tea, which was found from a tobacco bag of a Northern captive who had gone to a fallen volcano, and made a cup for each of them, but unfortunately it smelled of tobacco.

Each was given a small piece of old chicken, a sizable serving of cornflakes and shallots, a bowl of dried beans, and plenty of rice and broth, though the broth was a little thinner because it was not mixed with flour.

Snacks and sweet potato pies, plus sweets brought by Zhou Bo.

When Zhou Bo brought out the real Havana cigar for the men to drink the glow-in-the-dark berry fairy dew and smoke the cigar at the same time, everyone said in unison that it was a feast for Luculus's family.

Then the men came to the ladies on the front porch, and the conversation turned to the question of the human and demon holy war.

Lately, people's conversations have always been inseparable from the holy war between humans and demons.

No matter what the topic is, it has to start with the human and demon holy war, and finally return to the human and demon holy war - sometimes it is sad, more often it is pleasant, but it is often related to the human and demon holy war.

Wartime legends, wartime weddings, deaths on the battlefield in hospitals, stories of camps, battles and marches, stories of valor, cowardice, humor, misery, despair and hope, etc., etc., etc.

Hope, often hope, always hope.

Despite several defeats last summer, hope remains unwavering.

Captain Cockroach Maru announced that he had applied for and been allowed to be transferred from the Valley of Storm Clouds to the Stormridge Army, and the ladies all kissed his stiff arm with their eyes, while deliberately hiding their pride, claiming that he couldn't go, otherwise who would be the flower messenger around them?

The young captain was embarrassed and happy to hear such words from such women as Mrs. Raccoon, Weak, Aunt Salted Fish, and Xiangxiang, and secretly hoped that Stupid really meant it.

"Why, he's going to be back soon," the doctor said, holding out his arm around Cockroach Maru's shoulder.

"Just one little encounter, and the Southerners will flee back to the Holy Spirit. And as soon as they get there, General Jiao will deal with them well.

You ladies and ladies need not fear that the Southerners will come to this side, for the Lion Ghost General and his troops are stationed in the mountains like an impregnable wall. Yes, it's impregnable,"

He admired the word he had used, and repeated it again.

"The Dark Lord will never want to cross the loofah. He will never be able to move our griffin general. The women laughed appreciatively, for his light-hearted tone sounded an irrefutable truth.

After all, men's insight is much better than that of women, and since he said that the lion ghost general is an iron wall, it must be an iron wall.

Only Zhou Bo had something to say, he had been sitting silently in the night fog since dinner, listening to everyone talk about the war, and the Holy Don Quixote in his arms had long since fallen asleep.

"I've heard rumors that the Dark Lord's reinforcement force has arrived, and he now has more than 100,000 people?" the doctor's answer was simple. Because since he found out that the person he didn't like very much was going to eat here with him, he had always felt a sense of depression in his heart.

It was only out of respect for Miss Salted Fish, and that I was a guest at her house, so I barely restrained myself from having a seizure.

"Well, how's it going, sir?" the couple asked rhetorically.

"I think Captain Cockroach Maru said just now that there are only about 4,000 people in the gin general, including those deserters, and they went back inspired by the last victory. ”

"Sir, there are no deserters in the Confederate Army," interjected Mrs. Raccoon indignantly.

"I beg your pardon," Zhou Bo said in a tone of false humility. "I'm talking about those who come back to the loofah and forget to return to the team, as well as those who have recovered from their injuries for more than half a year, but are still staying at home to prepare for daily work or spring ploughing. “

He said triumphantly, his eyes sparkling, and he almost bit Mrs. Raccoon's lips.

Clumsy couldn't help but laugh out loud when she saw her embarrassed look, because Zhou Bo had caught her vital point. Now in the swamps and mountains, hundreds of men are hiding there to resist and prevent the gendarmes from taking them back.

They claim that "this is a holy war between the rich and demons, and the poor are fighting", and they have had enough.

But there are many more of them, who, despite being on the list of deserters, do not want to leave the army for long.

They have been waiting for the loofah in vain for three years, and they keep receiving letters from home who don't understand the law, saying that we are starving." Say "there will be no harvest this year - without arable land, we will starve to death". Say, the quartermaster also took the piglet away, we haven't received the money you sent for months, we eat dried beans to live. “

The letters received by the soldiers were generally filled with the following complaints: "Your wife, your dolls, your father, are hungry, when will the day be over? When will you return? We are already hungry, hungry." “

However, the number of soldiers in the army was rapidly decreasing, and the loofah false system could no longer be enforced, so many soldiers ran home without permission to help their families plough the land, sow and harvest, or repair the house, and build fences, and waited until the commander of the unit saw that the situation was about to break out and that a big fight was about to break out, and then he wrote to these people, telling them to return to the team as soon as possible.

At this point, you don't need to ask to know what's going on.

As long as they have a few more meals at home, they will reluctantly go back.

After all, this kind of agricultural leave cannot be compared with the escape from the battle, but its weakening of the troops is exactly the same.

When Dr. Huan Er noticed that Zhou Bo's words caused an awkward silence in the audience, he hurriedly stood up to fill the gap, and said in a cold tone: "Captain Zhou Bo, the difference in numbers between our troops and the Northern Army has never made a difference. A Confederate soldier can withstand a dozen Southerners. “

The women nodded in agreement. Everybody knows that.

"This was true at the beginning of the Human-Demon Holy War," Zhou Bo said. "Maybe that's still the case, if the Union soldiers had bullets in their guns, shoes on their feet, and their stomachs full.

Well, Captain Cockroach Maru, what do you see?"

His voice was still so gentle, even a little humble.

But Cockroach Pill didn't seem very happy, because he obviously didn't like Zhou Bo very much, and he was very willing to stand on the side of Dr. Raccoon, but he couldn't tell lies.

He asked to be transferred to the front despite the cripple of one of his arms, because unlike ordinary citizens, he truly understood the gravity of the current situation.

Many other cripples, including those who walked with prosthetic legs, who were blind in one eye, who had their fingers blown off, who had their arms broken, were silently transferred back to their original combat units from the quartermaster's, hospital, postal and steam locomotive tracks.

They knew that the griffin general needed everyone to go back to him.

Cockroach Maru was silent, which angered Dr. Raccoon, who was furious and said, "Our army used to fight and win barefoot and hungry.

They will continue to fight like this, and they will defeat the enemy like this! Let me tell you, no one can shake the lion ghost general!

Since ancient times, the steep mountain gorge has been a strong fortress for the invading people to hide and defend.

Think about it—think about the hot springs!"

I thought about it for a long time and didn't understand what "hot spring pass" meant.

"They beat them until the last man died, doctor. Isn't it?"

Zhou Bo asked him with a crooked mouth, refraining from laughing.

"You're deliberately insulting, young man, aren't you?"

"I beg your forgiveness! Doctor, you have misunderstood me! I am just asking you for advice. I remember very little about ancient history. ”

"If necessary, our army will fight to the last man to resist the southerners and prevent them from penetrating into the Demon Spirit State. Dr. Raccoon said resolutely.

"But that's not the case. It only takes a small battle for them to drive the northern army out of the demons. Aunt Salted Fish quickly stood up and instructed Ben Ben to play a piano and sing a song for everyone.

She found that the conversation between the doctor and Zhou Bo had become more and more tense and intense.

She knew very well that if she invited Zhou Bo to stay for dinner, it would definitely cause trouble.

Whenever and wherever he is present, there is often trouble.

As to how he got into trouble, she never understood, and by God, what did stupidity see in him?

Why should the dear weak protect him?

She really doesn't understand!

Clumsy obeyed Aunt Salted Fish's instructions and walked into the living room, when the corridor suddenly became quiet, but in the silence, you could still feel people's anger at Zhou Bo.

How can anyone still not wholeheartedly trust the invincible might of General Lion and his troops? Trust is a sacred mission.

Those who are rebellious and unwilling to believe should at least be interesting and not open their mouths!

Clumsy played a few chords, and then her singing voice wafted out of the drawing-room, so moving, so urgent, singing a popular song: In a whitewashed hospital room, lay dead and dying wounded soldiers, who had been attacked by demon-slaying knives and cannonballs, and who one day carried into their sweethearts.

"The silver curls were wet and tangled. Clumsy continued to sing in an inaccurate soprano mournfully, when Xiang Xiang got up and said softly, "Sing something else!"

Stupid was surprised and embarrassed to hear it, so the piano stopped abruptly. Then she hurriedly sang the first few bars of "The Straw Hat Song", but soon felt that it was too miserable, and hastily put an end to it.

She was at a loss, not knowing what to do, and the sound of the piano fell silent again. Because all songs can't avoid the sadness of life and death!

Zhou Bo hurriedly stood up, put the little saint Don Quixote on Xiangxiang's lap, and walked into the living room.

"Let's play 'My Hometown of the Divine Beast Garden,'" he suggested casually, and he was so happy that he immediately played and sang.

Her singing voice was accompanied by Zhou Bo's beautiful bass, and it was not until the second stanza began that the audience in the corridor felt more comfortable, although there was nothing pleasing about the song.

As it turned out, Dr. Raccoon's prediction was correct.

The lion ghost does stand like a copper wall in the mountains a hundred kilometers north of Storm Ridge.

He defended so strongly, fought so fiercely, and was determined not to allow the Dark Lord to realize his attempt to break out of the canyon and attack the Valley of Storms. (To be continued.) )