The whole of China was once again shaken in another war of aggression against the Japanese invaders after the "128 Shanghai Incident" a year ago.

At noon, Liu Lang finally woke up from his coma.

Or rather, waking up from a deep sleep.

The reason why he fainted was because the huge physical exertion made this body unbearable, and he was forced to enter a state of rest.

And this rest is a full 28 hours, if it weren't for his long breathing and strong pulse, the people who have been paying attention to him may have been in a hurry.

As soon as Liu Lang opened his eyes, he smelled a strong hormonal smell.

Oh! Maybe the description is not accurate, it should be a strong smell of sweat, a bald man, just sit in front of him with his head drooping and napping.

It's just a nap, but this thing still wants to take a nap a little more comfortably, one arm is pestled next to Liu Lang's head, and his head is on the palm of his hand, which causes Liu Lang's head to be under his armpit.

Good guy, Liu Lang even wondered if he was awakened by the strong male hormonal breath of this thing.

Of course, Liu Lang has to be glad that this big bald man is full of flavor, otherwise, it will be even worse.

The moment he opened his eyes, he habitually observed the surrounding environment and found the "danger" at the first time, otherwise the corners of the mouth of the goods would soon be pulled by gravity, and a lump of "crystal" could drop on his face.

To say that this big bald head is also alert, Liu Lang was just "frightened" and turned his head slightly out of the killing range of "Jingying", and his bull's eyes opened.

The four eyes are "affectionate" opposite, two men, how does it feel? Liu Lang didn't know how complicated his heart was, but he could see the joy in the other party's big bull's eyes.

"Are you awake?"

"It should be!" Liu Lang blinked.

"Are you still dizzy in the skull?" The bald man gently gave Liu Lang goosebumps off the bed.

Liu Lang sat up with a bone, not that he wanted to prove that he couldn't be better with practical actions, but that if he didn't sit up again, Liu Lang, as a warrior, had a hunch that something not so good would happen soon.

"Tuanza! Tuanza! Fat...... Staff Officer Liu woke up! The bald man opened his mouth and roared.

Liu Lang。。。。。。

After all the calculations, he still didn't expect that the killing range of the other party's saliva was comparable to a German-made long-handled grenade!

What scared Liu Lang even more was that this thing was shouting with a loudspeaker broadcast, which was specifically to tell the Japanese that there was a big official here! If you want to harm a certain group, don't pit Lao Tzu!

Immediately, Wang Changhai scolded with a hint of helplessness outside:

"Your mother's head! What are you doing shouting so loudly? Lao Tzu is only injured in the arm now, don't scare Lao Tzu's heart attack again! ”

With the voice, Wang Datuanzuo's equally shiny and round head first appeared in Liu Lang's sight.

Seeing Liu Lang, who was already able to sit up from the stretcher bed, Wang Changhai suddenly grinned:

"Okay, good, special mother, Liu Fat...... Staff Officer Liu, I didn't expect you to be really hidden! This gave our old king a big surprise! ”

After speaking, he turned to He Datou:

"What are you doing in a daze? Hurry up and report to the brigade seat, just say that Staff Officer Liu is awake! ”

"Wait, it's better for your baby to stay by Lao Tzu's side." Before He Datou could turn around and take a step, Wang Changhai suddenly turned around and grabbed He Datou as if his tongue had been scalded by boiling water, and shouted outside: "Communication soldier!" In! ”

After the signal soldiers came in, Wang Datuanzuo repeated what he had just said to him and sent them away.

He didn't dare to let He Datou report, Brigade Commander Zhao replaced him at the 217th Regiment Headquarters to supervise the battle at this time, but it was not like he was forcibly bandaged in the regimental health team headquarters, if this angry shout brigade seat was heard by the Japanese reconnaissance soldiers, it would be too late to regret it!

Then, Wang Changhai once again set his eyes on Liu Lang, and smiled with Duoju。。。。。 No, it's like a peony flower, and in layman's terms, it is as brilliant as it is.

That gaze, that expression, looked at Lang Fat for a while, if it wasn't out of place, he wanted to pull up the "little quilt" on his body.

"Staff Officer Liu, how do you feel? Would you like to eat something? Lao Tzu asked the cooking class to boil meat porridge for you? ”

"Cheng, let's have a pot first!" Liu Lang did not refuse.

He actually wanted to be tactful, but his body was very honest! After a night of fierce fighting, the body has been consumed hugely, and this day and night because of drowsiness and water and rice have not entered, this specific body weighing at least more than 200 catties, has already protested.

Liu Lang even wondered if he was fainted by starvation.

"Haha! Lao Tzu likes your personality, and when you're hungry, you're hungry. Lao Wang laughed loudly, no less than his guard squad leader's voice. Don't worry, don't talk about one pot, two pots and three pots are all made, the canned meat seized from the devil last night is not old or young! ”

He Datou next to him pouted, with your voice, what qualifications do you have to say that I have a loud voice?

The nurses who were busy nearby couldn't help but open their mouths wide, but they were really surprised by Liu Lang's mouth is a basin.

The fat butterfly from 90 years ago is actually a southerner, and southerners use bowls to eat rice, but it is a rice bowl that is convenient for everyone to serve rice on the table, and to put it bluntly, it is actually a bigger bowl.

But northerners like to eat pasta, which is really a basin for the concept of pots!

Therefore, while the little nurses were surprised by a certain wave's terrible amount of food, Liu Lang was also about to cry when he saw the head of the cooking squad of the regimental medical team panting and holding an object in front of him.

Teliang, feed the pigs!

That's a real pot! A basin containing at least more than ten catties of porridge appeared in front of Lang Fat in a grand manner. Moreover, the northerners are honest enough, saying that it is a pot, it is a pot, and it is full, and there is no shortage of catties and small amounts.

The meal you asked for will be eaten even if you die.

Lang Fat, who was already hungry with green eyes, was under the gaze of the smiling Lao Wang, the expectant old squad leader of the cooking class, and the little nurses with wide eyes, hula la to eat.

Liu Lang really underestimated his current belly and his body's need for energy, although he didn't really dry up this pot of porridge, but three-fifths of what he drank was there, which was enough for four adult strong men.

Liu Lang may not have expected that he, an anti-Japanese hero who had just become famous in the 217th regiment, would even overshadow the reputation of "Twenty Lang in One Night" that he had just obtained because of the story of a basin and the fame of the big stomach king.

You must know that it was a reporter from Minnesota who personally came out to testify to the regiment headquarters, and in the night attack in the early hours of yesterday morning, Staff Officer Liu Lang and Liu killed one Japanese lieutenant, killed two Japanese second lieutenants, killed seven Japanese soldiers, killed nine Japanese soldiers, and one Japanese soldier, but he beheaded in front of Wang Tuanzuo, so naturally there is no need to prove it.

The captured Japanese lieutenant katana was placed at the regiment headquarters, and the Japanese lieutenant rank, who had been killed, was personally sent to the regiment headquarters by the 218th regimental communication platoon after dawn, and specially thanked Liu Lang for saving the precious radio station that carried Shangfeng to the brigade headquarters.

With such credit, the 217 regiment, no, it is up and down the 109 brigade, who can compare?

Liu Lang and Liu Staff Officers can be described as famous in World War I.

However, when I heard the little nurse closest to Liu Lang describe to the wounded with round eyes what Staff Officer Lang asked for at that time: He actually asked for a basin, do you know? It's a pot.

Everyone was happy.

This is the Republic of China's version of Lu Tishi!