At half past eight in the evening, the cafeteria was deserted, and no one came to eat again. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info Today's meal is just right, and when the people are finished, the meal is gone. The scrivener and Lu Shuting and the others began to pack up their things, preparing to brush the pots and wash the dishes. Outside the cafeteria door, a figure swayed, and there was a faint sound of footsteps.

"No, somebody will come to dinner at this point." The little monkey was a little incredible, and the cafeteria should have closed at half past eight in the evening. Even if a soldier performs a special task and eats late, he will not come here again, and the regiment headquarters will have special arrangements.

The figure at the door shook, and nearly twenty people squeezed in at once. "Finish work so early, I haven't eaten dinner yet!" Some people cursed.

"That's it, Lao Tzu is working hard outside, you guys are good, you don't even give you a mouthful of hot rice! When this is the place to own home! Someone chimed in.

The scrivener stared coldly, staring at these people coldly. The others also put down their work and stared at the group of uninvited guests.

The little monkey smiled and explained to the other party: "Brothers, I'm really sorry, the food is gone." Next time, let me know in advance, so that I can keep it for you. It's ...... today."

"Fuck you! Lao Tzu is playing with his life outside, what are you doing? One of the guys at the head interrupted the little monkey's words, and this person looked like a person from the Sichuan and Guizhou area, not tall, with a pair of eyes shining. Judging from the military uniform, it is clearly a platoon commander.

"Brothers, forgive me, this is really not our fault. It's half past eight, and it's time for the cafeteria to close. Otherwise, you can inform the battalion commander and we will do it now. Kong Zhaoqiang smiled all over his face, trying his best to suppress the anger.

"What are you doing with the battalion commander, do you use the battalion commander to oppress people? Tell you, you're not worthy! "The guy who looks like a platoon leader doesn't give up.

"It's just that Lao Tzu is tired and tired every day, and they don't even give them enough food?" Someone in the crowd questioned, apparently echoing the platoon leader. There was a commotion in the crowd, and many people followed suit, "This matter is not over today, there must be an explanation......"

The little monkey saw that the situation was not good, and wanted to explain it again. The scrivener grabbed him, "What's there to explain, the cafeteria closes at half past eight, this is the rule, it doesn't matter who he comes." ”

The platoon commander's face sank, and two rays of light from his eyes fell on the scrivener, "You say it again." ”

Lu Shuting's eyes were cold, and he replied in front of the scrivener: "Are you looking for fault?" I think it's looking for death! ”

Swish...... The noisy space suddenly quieted down, no one thought that a cooking soldier would dare to speak like this, and all eyes were on Lu Shuting. Everyone has a thought in their hearts, is this a cooking soldier, so domineering......

The platoon commander raised his right hand and stretched out a finger to point at Lu Shuting, "Are you talking to me?" Hehe...... "He was happy, as if he had encountered the biggest joke in the world." "A little cook dares to ...... me Okay, that's an interesting thing today. The platoon commander swept towards Lu Shuting and a few people with extremely contemptuous eyes.

It's so arrogant, Master Sun's subordinates are so arrogant? The scrivener box was a little incomprehensible, and it was not the same as the 38th Division he had learned. Then he thought of something, this group of people is obviously here to stir up trouble, could it be related to the horse squad leader? Revenge is coming so fast! A sneer hung on the corner of the scrivener's mouth, since he was determined to find fault, he didn't mind teaching the other party a lesson.

"Are Master Sun's subordinates so arrogant? By the way, are you taking the lead for the surname Ma? The scrivener box directly unveiled the other party's old bottom.

The platoon commander's expression changed, and what he said just now obviously touched him, but this guy quickly recovered, and snorted coldly with a gloomy face: "Hmph, I don't know what to lift, this is what you asked for!" ”

"You're the one who brought it on yourself!" Gong Da Niu roared violently, like a crazy black bear, picked up an iron spoon and rushed towards the platoon commander. He couldn't help it a long time ago, if Kong Zhaoqiang hadn't been blocking it, the iron spoon would have been picked up a long time ago.

"Yo ho, dare to move...... the platoon commander hadn't spit out the word "hand" yet, Gong Daniu's iron spoon had already arrived, and it slapped the top of the opponent's head. There was a crisp pop, the sound of metal crashing, the sound of flesh striking, and the sound of bones breaking...... The sound was still echoing in people's ears, and bright red blood was gushing down.

The platoon commander howled, heartbreaking, he didn't expect the other party to dare to make a move, let alone that the shot would be so heavy. He subconsciously touched his head and face, which were full of blood.

"Dare to do it, brothers!" The twenty or so people behind the platoon commander stopped doing it and rushed forward in a swarm.

Whoosh ...... Several benches flew into the crowd with the sound of the wind, knocking down several in an instant. It is the masterpiece of the scrivener and Lu Shuting, since there is no room for relaxation when it starts, so you can only start first. When, dang, dang, three iron rice pails flew out, and the first few people were knocked down. This time it was Kong Zhaoqiang and Zhao Yunlai.

The little monkey picked up a slender stool and rushed into the crowd with his hands rounded. Although this kid is thin and small, he does not suffer compared with people in Sichuan, Guizhou, Yunnan and other places. The long bench formed a forbidden area with a radius of two meters, and no one dared to approach it for a while. even flipped two of them.

The scrivener box and other people rushed into the crowd, now is not the time to talk about compatriot friendship, since the bad sheep provoke trouble, they can only fight first. Fighting is like that, either you hit someone or you are beaten, there is no other possibility. The so-called weapons are nothing more than iron spoons, wooden benches, boards, rolling pins, etc., and there is no shortage of kitchen knives in the kitchen, but a few people in the scrivener box did not move, and the nature of the kitchen knives changed.

It's an encounter, and it's a group fight. Although the scrivener side was numerically inferior, they struck first and took the initiative from the beginning. Several of them are not fuel-efficient lamps, and the fact that they can survive the tragic encounter of nine out of ten and can travel thousands of miles through the Savage Mountain is enough to show that they are extraordinary. Crossing the Savage Mountain with zero casualties is not only based on luck, but also on its own strength.

Objectively speaking, this platoon commander and his subordinates are not weak, and the new 38th Division is not a single misbreed under the training of Sun Liren, and all of them are brave and good at fighting. It's a pity that they ran into a more warlike scrivener, and the thousands of miles through the Savage Mountains were not blown out, and the six warriors did not damage a single one, this feat can be called an irreproducible miracle.

The scrivener box and others made the first move, took the initiative at the beginning, and caught the other party off guard. Each of them has a "weapon" in his hand, although it is only a bench and a spoon for rice, but the role played by them cannot be underestimated. The platoon commander's people were not so lucky, they were all empty-handed, they didn't bring any guys, they didn't expect the other party to dare to resist, and they didn't expect the other party to be so fierce.