While the Mongo Celestials were fighting, the little soldier somehow ran away into the small bushes on the side, clutching his stomach. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Meng Ge saw the opportunity, stood behind a backlit stone, took out a small bottle of itchy powder, and gently raised it in the wind.

This is a downwind outlet, and the itchy powder has been blown by the wind, and it has fallen on the top of the basin of washed clothes.

What made Meng Ge most happy was that the washed clothes were all dirty pants and underwear.

This kind of thing still has to come into direct contact with the skin to be effective.

It's just that this medicine is given, and the little soldier who is drying his clothes will definitely be dyed first. That's really a problem.

If they found out that there was something wrong with these clothes, it wouldn't be a waste of her powder.

It's just that before Meng Ge regretted it, the little soldier who rushed into the small bushes ran out with his pants in his hands and scolding.

"What a bunch of ~ eggs, how do you do all those things that make people diarrhea. Hmph, wait until I have a good talk to General Yu, and let those bastards all go to raise horses. It's all some royal stuff. The little soldier puffed up, squatted down next to his clothes, and continued to scrub.

After washing and washing, he angrily slapped the dress in the mud and stepped on it a few times, muttering, "I let you change your clothes, I let you change your clothes every day." Before the winter really fell, my hands were frozen with sores. Every time I go back after washing my clothes, it hurts and itches. Inhuman bastard, look at you like that, I'm afraid that I won't be able to go to my daughter-in-law in this life. ”

Meng Ge listened to the creep behind the big rock, and felt that the world was very beautiful. The forest in late autumn is refreshing outside the style.

It's just that Meng Ge was still blown out of a clear nose. After thinking about it, Meng Ge got up and went back to the ditch where he washed the toilet, put on the leather gloves that were still dripping, and sealed the toilet that had been brought out of Yu Shenjiang's tent with river mud.

Good guy, those people really want to fix him. The dirty stuff of that bucket, as long as Meng Ge really picked it up, would not be able to stand the pressure, and gushed out from the gap in the wax seal at the bottom of the barrel.

Unfortunately, Meng Ge coincidentally tied the gap with a wooden stick, and the tie was quite firm. It's just that, even then, those things still flow out of the cracks, and even if they don't flow much, they don't spill on Menggo.

Now, Mongo sealed it with river mud, just to make a mark and remind the next person.

It's best to put this toilet in the tent of General Yu in the future.

Those dirty things seeped into the ground along the cracks, and I was afraid that Yu Shen would be able to live with that kind of ecstasy in the future.

After all, with uninterrupted penetration every day, the smell can't be removed with firewood ash.

After sealing the toilet and putting it upside down on the car, Meng Ge washed the glove again at the source of the living canal before patting his ass back.

After putting the cart with the toilet in the designated place, Meng Ge walked outside the room and heard a commotion inside.

It seems that there is something wrong with the second battalion, and the third battalion has to help cook the food over there.

Without thinking about it, Meng Ge knew that this was another very unclever target.

If there is an accident in the second battalion, it doesn't mean that all the people in the gang have an accident. Since nothing happened to the people, why did the people of the third battalion have to cook for them?

"Boss, what the hell is going on?" Meng Ge raised his feet and went in, and saw those people from the second battalion, rolling up their sleeves, and they were about to fight with Xing Fan and a few others.

Hearing Meng Ge's voice, the movements of the people in the second battalion obviously paused. Generally, people who wash the toilet will not come back until noon. At this time, it seems that breakfast time has only passed for a long time.

Meng Ge came back at this time, wasn't he lazy?

"Yu Fei, didn't you go to wash the toilet. Why are you coming back now?" asked a man with a moustache smirk.

"I'll be back after washing. Could it be that those toilets can see the flowers, and I still have to stare at them for a long time?" Meng Ge spoke casually, and walked to Xing Fan's side with a slightly stiff pace.

The fifteen military sticks, but they are all real, Meng Ge's ass is still swollen.

Those people looked at Meng Ge's awkward walking posture and finally smiled maliciously.

"Look at Yu Fei's appearance, is it the way he walks with those chicks who have just been opened?" A man with thief eyebrows and rat eyes, half-squinted, walked with his hands around him, and laughed.

"Sensei, it's a bit like that. You say how old this kid is, he hasn't even grown hair. That's it, maybe it's going to be opened. Hahaha" The other stout man laughed at Meng Ge's face and ass.

As soon as the man's words were finished, Meng Ge realized that something was wrong with his words.

I thought that the chick that had been opened was a girl. Now that I think about it, it turned out to be a beautiful young man.

According to what you say, those individuals are really holding back in the barracks and looking for the same sex?

If that's the case, it would be terrible. Think about Yu Yang and Meng Mao, those two children were raised very well by her, shouldn't they be the target of these individuals?

The more he thought about it, the more scared he felt. She really can't seem to stay with those two children all the time. Unless it's on the battlefield.

Xu saw that Meng Ge had the meaning of their words, and those people laughed even more presumptuously.

Xing Fan looked a little unpleasant, so he laboriously shook the bamboo brush on his hand to brush the pot, and the water accidentally flew towards those people.

"Damn, dare to shake Lao Tzu with brush pot water, look at Lao Tzu if you don't discount your hand. The stout man slammed his mouth, spat out, clenched his fist and rushed over.

"Come on, it's good that you don't have to cook for your second camp if you interrupt. Xing Fan glanced at him and said in a cold voice.

So, the man decisively stopped. It's just that the teeth are grinding and gurgling, and Meng Ge wants to ask him if his teeth are okay.

"Remember, our food must be the same as that of your three battalions, and it must be delivered at the same hour. Hmph, maybe, that kid from someone else was really fired by you. The two mustaches glared at Meng Ge meaningfully, and then led the people away.

Meng Ge looked at the backs of those people, so angry that he almost splashed them with water. It's just that she came up with a good idea this time.

"Boss, let's use this pot of water to make soup for them to eat. I don't know if those people are all eating together. Meng Ge felt that the remaining nearly 7,000 people in the second battalion were actually quite good.

"It's okay, the other 6,000 people are all eating together, and they can't mix with the 3,000 people. Xing Fan glanced at the slightly muddy brush pot water and said.