Liu He held his chin, looking at the back of the always serious one from a distance, thinking of the experience of ghosts and gods who found ghosts on the map in the past, and suddenly felt that everything might be God's favor for him Liu He.

Ever since he received the order to lead the troops to the battle, he has always been a hanger, as if he had changed as a person, and there was only one thing every day, that is, to soak in the school field and carefully select his 1,000 subordinates.

As the saying goes, there are a hundred and different people, and in a military camp of tens of thousands of people, there are always a few people with strange tempers and tricky personalities, but to single out all these people and form a force is a new thing that has never been heard of.

The soldiers who rushed to hear the news all gathered around the school grounds, and when they saw the guys who He Bushun had selected who stood or sat or not, and who could be called soldiers, they all showed joy on their faces, and for the first time cast a grateful look at He Bushun.

The hundreds of people standing on the school field at the moment are all characters who are headaches in their respective accounts, simply put, they are ruthless characters who even beat themselves in terms of temper, and their relationships with others will naturally not get along.

But there is one point, these people are not ordinary good messengers when they go to the battlefield, not that a person's temper must be bold, but there are definitely few masters who dare to compete with their bosses.

Standing at the front of the team is the second person in the army after He Bushun, nicknamed Mourning Dog.

In fact, he was not originally called a mourning dog, but had a very strong local flavor and a simple name, dog leftover. It's just that this name, which can be seen everywhere in the countryside, can't show the innate heroic temper of this lord, and after countless conflicts with people, he was given such a nickname by the soldiers in the battalion.

The reason why this mourning word is used is very simple, and it is easy to understand, whoever sees him is unlucky.

The mourning dog rubbed his nose and urged impatiently: "Surnamed He, you don't plan to let us just stand like this, do you?" ”

He Bushun glanced at him, snorted coldly, and did not speak.

Don't look at the two of them just a few simple words, but they can hear the blood boiling of the soldiers outside the field, all waiting to see a good show of why not go to the battle and mourn the dog, but they can't wait for this exciting scene.

In fact, the mourning dog was a little stunned in his heart, not the big Qinglong Yanyue knife in his hand, but the ruthlessness of the bastard who fought with him.

Almost half of the people in the barracks who have suffered losses have been lost, but only one of them was really beaten to death.

Who provoked the incident, no one can tell, only remember that the mourning dog pointed at He Bushun's nose and scolded for a long time, He Bushun smiled and looked indifferent, but when the mourning dog inadvertently said something similar to whether your master taught you or not, He Bushun suddenly pounced like crazy.

The mourning dog is the mourning dog, the first thing when he woke up the next day was to run outside the tent of He Bushun's camp, and all the soldiers present retreated and hid in the distance, and they had a lot of insight to make room for the second round of the confrontation between the two, but they didn't expect to wait for He Bushun to come out, but the mourning dog only said one word.

I can't beat you, but don't think I'm going to obey you.

This time, the mourning dog didn't mention He Bushun's master again, and He Bushun didn't pounce on it again like the last time, and he was happy with the mourning dog and left as if nothing happened.

The wicked have their own wicked grinding, and this pair of wicked people grind each other in the barracks every day, and they seem to be enjoying themselves.

In fact, He Bushun also admires the mourning dog in his heart, because this guy has a characteristic, he can't do it, why don't he do it, he doesn't accept it, he doesn't accept it, he is soft on the mouth, this is not a big deal in He Bushun's opinion, but the mourning dog is not good, he is pressed to the ground by He Bushun, half of his face is buried in the soil, don't say a word, as long as He Bushun lets go, he immediately jumps up and scolds the street.

The little 1,000 people behind the mourning dog, although they can be regarded as the number one person, but compared with the undisputed top two bastards in the army, He Bushun and the mourning dog, it is a small thing.

I don't know if these people are listening to the mourning dog, or why they don't go well, they all stand honestly in place, just standing one by one, and they really don't dare to compliment.

After picking for a long time, the big Buddhas in each camp were sent to the school grounds, but when the number of people was counted, there were 999 people, one less.

He Bushun, who was still standing on the stage just now, showed his original form as soon as he made a difficulty, squatted on the ground, smashed his teeth and thought about it for a long time, and finally his eyes fell on the little bean on the sidelines.

The two looked at each other, and Xiaodouzi immediately saw a clue from those wild and untamed eyes, and was so frightened that he turned around and was about to run, but was caught by He Bushun, who rushed up with an arrow.

"Brother, please, I don't want to die, really." The frightened little bean begged bitterly.

Why don't you immediately look at the group of guys behind you who don't look like good people, and also understand the meaning of Xiaodouzi, maybe you can't die in a war, but with these people, you are scared to death.

"It's okay, with my brother here, no one dares to bully you." Why don't you accept the Tao with a little weakness.

Little Bean, who was as dead as a dead heart, looked at the soldiers who cast kind eyes at him, and the tears almost didn't fall.

There are no female dependents in the army, and the Tianji Battalion has extremely strict military regulations, not to mention harassing the people, not even visiting the kiln, I have heard that some people are beastly and unbearable, and they already have the good of Longyang, and the thin little bean stands in the middle of these people, which makes people feel like a sheep in the mouth of a tiger.

A burly man with a missing front tooth came to Xiaodouzi's side, squeezed his eyebrows, and said in a strange manner: "Little brother, if you are afraid, you can sleep with me at night, and the quilt is not tight, and it is still warm." ”

This was obviously an intentional trick, which caused a group of people around him to laugh unscrupulously, Xiaodouzi lowered his head, did not speak, his fists were clenched tightly, and he wanted to die.

Smack, a crisp voice sounded, and Xiaodouzi hurriedly looked up.

The burly man with missing front teeth fell to the ground, rubbing his red and swollen cheeks, his eyes full of fear, like a hare blocked by a wolf in a tree hollow.

"Bastard, he will bully honest people, and he will come to Lao Tzu!" The mourning dog seemed to be still angry, and stepped forward with another kick, and a burly figure who could stand up a head taller than him fell to the ground again.

There are two kinds of bad people, one is to bully the soft and fear the hard, specifically pick soft persimmons and pinch them, and the other is always like to find trouble with the same kind.