What did this hapless sergeant say? In fact, I blame him for being gluttonous, and blame the pot of onion porridge I mashed. Didn't I get onion buns for the general to heal? While I was pounding the onions, this unfortunate sergeant came in, looked at me with tears on his face, and thought that I was so affectionate enough, so he kept comforting me and chatting with me, and after a long time, I kept pounding the onions, and the onions were pounded a little too much, but I couldn't use them up, so I put them in the pot. I boiled the fire, and I planned that if the general had no effect and did not remove the gas from his stomach, then I would directly give him a hard bite and give him pure onion porridge. But the time limit is not ripe.

However, this unlucky sergeant saw that the general ate my onion buns so well that he could cure the disease. In addition, this guy has not fought for several days recently due to the general's problems, and he is also a little indigestible, so he drank a bowl of onion porridge, and as a result, he had diarrhea.

I listened to him, looked left and right, and found a small ditch not far away, so I helped him to wash in the ditch. When he finished washing, the two of us just looked at each other and smiled.

There was a pig in the back, well, no, it was someone who hummed like a pig. He was out of breath, and came to us with a snort, and I saw that this was not the guy who was stuck in the shoulder by my broken knife and kicked me, why did he come here? It seems that the one who came was not good.

I looked at the eldest brother who had to be helped when he walked, and I looked at me who was thin and about to fall when the wind blew. Reluctantly, I made a difficult decision to "show favor", so I pulled my cheeks to make myself look like I was laughing. I hated it so much in my heart that my teeth itched, my face hurt painfully, and I said with a mouth like honey: Big brother, yo, old acquaintances, we met again so soon, have you eaten?

How do I know that it's okay if I don't say hello, and when I say hello, this person's face darkens a lot: Ya, Lao Tzu just pooped, you asked me if I ate it? What do I eat?

As soon as I heard this, I hurriedly covered my mouth with my hands, and said in a hurry: It's okay, let's go, I'll treat you to eat, onion porridge. The enemy, who was about to get angry and raised a knife to cut me, immediately lost a little anger and asked me: What is onion porridge? I said, "Oh, you see, this brother drank a whole big bowl." Before he could finish speaking, this man was about to cut me with a knife.

As soon as I saw that the situation was not good, I couldn't sit still, I looked at the broken knife in my hand, threw it aside, and wanted to grab the steel knife of this big brother next to me, but sadly found that I couldn't lift it, grandma's, this has to be a few hundred pounds. So I had to pick up my broken knife again, and was about to cut it, but after thinking about it, what if it didn't work, and it got stuck in the shoulder again. So I had an idea, I didn't cut me, I took it. This paragraph is a long time to say, but in just an instant, the time has been killed a long time ago.

I used the best strength of my life to fight desperately. Hey, don't say it, you succeeded, and you actually took this girl's old wounds. I spun around twice, and I happened to use the characteristics of the broken knife, which was equivalent to a barb, and with my efforts, I actually killed this guy who didn't accept my greetings.

Then he sat on the ground, his hands trembled and said: I killed someone, I killed someone, I actually killed someone, mom, I haven't killed chickens before.

At this time, the sergeant next to me came over, crawled up weakly, patted me on the shoulder, and said, "Thank you, if it weren't for you, I would have died." He grew weaker and weaker due to the fact that after he had washed his buttocks, the wound that had not bled much had bled profusely. I grabbed a handful of Nozomi mud and rubbed it on his bleeding wound. The sergeant looked at me suspiciously. I was embarrassed and said, "It's a good medicine for bleeding."

Later, the sergeant recovered a little bit and told me that when this guy was fighting the enemy before, he was not convinced and said that I had drunk a bowl of porridge by mistake and had diarrhea, so I didn't have the strength to beat you.

When I heard it, I was speechless, this bowl of onion porridge is really harmful to others and myself.