The road to Gujia Temple was only 100 miles, but they walked for three days. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

Pang Youji was reluctant to walk too fast, and the soles of his feet hurt when he walked fast.

Yu Er didn't want to go fast, because Murong Ge was teaching Yu San to shoot their guns. Foolish Eleven is only good at using short guns, and they are not good at teaching. Murong Ge is not only good at shooting, but also very good at teaching.

Yuji thinks he can not shoot. But they must be able to, at least, this is a skill that can be used to save their lives. At the very least, singles one is also a powerful weapon. It takes time to sharpen the skills of a hundred shots, and guns and stones, sometimes, have something in common.

Murong Ge felt that the quality of the Sichuan army's team was really a bit poor. There was not a single decent gun in a class, and half of the people did not know how to shoot. Each person only has one set of military uniforms, and the dirty ones they wear on their bodies resemble a signboard called Hanako. There are no military shoes, no provisions, everything has to be on your own. In this regard, the Dian army is much stronger than the Sichuan army.

Murong Ge felt that the quality of the Sichuan army's team was not bad at all. They are still holding on without provisions, military shoes, and weapons without supplies, and they are vigorous and vigorous, like cockroaches in the kitchen, they can live no matter what. They don't seem to understand anything, and they seem to understand everything. They learn very quickly, and the foolish two and triplets can shoot every shot with only two shots. They say that shooting a gun is similar to archery, the only difference is that the bow and arrow are lighter, and the bullet is heavier, so the method of aiming is different. There are a few fools, although they can't hit every shot, but they are improving every day.

When I arrived at Gujiaji, the bullets were also gone. The singles turned into a burning stick again.

They didn't find the company, because the company moved forward again, and they kept going.

Without bullets, Yu Er took Yu Lao San and them, and practiced for two hours a day. Because Yu Er thinks that in winter, it is good to lie in the grass and bask in the sun, you can not only practice aiming, but also practice patience.

"Yuer, let's make friends." Murong Ge said to Yu Er.

"Whoever befriends you, we are the enemy. People who are dozens of years old can't tell the difference. ”

"We don't have a personal vendetta, so why can't we be friends?"

"Are you crazy, enemies are enemies, my dad told me, don't think about being friends with your enemies."

"The enemy on this battlefield is not the same as the enemy on your rivers and lakes, and sometimes, fighting the enemy army becomes a friendly army."

"You want me to surrender, think beautifully!"

"Hey, I have a daughter about your age. Let's be your wife. ”

"Hey, the beauty trick is useless to me! Say no more, and I'll tell them to shut your mouth. ”

"Is your kung fu really immortal, otherwise you will follow me in the future, no, I will follow you, and you will teach me."

"You are from Yunnan, Lao Tzu is from Sichuan, we are two opponents, do you know it, and teach you?"

"I'm also from Sichuan."

"Fart, why don't you speak Sichuan?"

"My father is from Sichuan, and my mother is from Yunnan. I grew up in Yunnan......"

As the sun sets, the sun shines obliquely on the two of them, dragging out different shadows behind them. Yu Er's shadow is a little longer, and Murong Ge's shadow is a little shorter.

Finally, they caught up with the group.

The cooking class held a grand welcome ceremony for them. Grabbing a row and grabbing a company with a basin in his left hand and a rolling pin in his right hand, he made a ping-pong sound, all as if he was beating gongs and drums.

They saw Murong Ge, a middle-aged man with a thin face, wearing a tattered Sichuan military uniform, shivering in the cold wind.

"Where did this man come from? Haven't seen it before? ”

"Picked it up on the road."

Yu Er didn't agree to be friends with Murong Ge, but he didn't want to embarrass him anymore. He told Nineteen to untie him and let him run on his own. But Murong Ge didn't want to run, the 10th Division of the Dian Army had already been defeated, and now he didn't know where he was. And he wanted to stay with the boy a little longer.

Yuji is also willing to learn more from this captive. So, they reached an agreement, and Murong Ge took off his Dian army coat, the Dian army uniform, and put on the tattered clothes of the Sichuan army. Murong Ge found that when he took off his coat, he was like a frozen chicken in the cold wind.

Li Dalong also came, and came twice in a row.

He was so enthusiastic that he brought a lot of treats, and even a whole sheep. He was full of praise for Pang Youji and Foolishness. He also saw Murong Ge, this unfamiliar face, an official with a long face and big eyes.

He is always smiling in front of Yu Er, but in front of himself, he always lets himself taste a little bit of a dog's eye and looks down on people.

But whatever, he didn't have the heart to meddle today, because of his meritorious service, he has been promoted to deputy battalion commander. Today was a day of joy, and he took out a pack of cigarettes and distributed them to the brothers.

He walked up to Murong Ge, and Murong Ge stretched out his hand.

Li Dalong bypassed him and glared at him fiercely: "A soldier picked up, no big or small." ”

I don't know why, he just wanted to embarrass Murong Ge.

Yu Er handed the cigarette in his hand to Murong Ge, and took out a pack of Meng Jiangnu from his pocket. He brought such a box, and he was reluctant to smoke it. But seeing others swallowing clouds and spitting fog, he couldn't help it.

"Meng Jiangnu? This smoke doesn't smell good. How do you love to smoke this cigarette. ”

"This smoke is not ordinary, it is a song, a song, a tune, and it is very comfortable ......."

Yuji carefully opened the cigarette case, carefully took out a cigarette, lit it, and began the story of the blind man in the midst of swallowing clouds and spitting mist.

Murong Ge listened with relish.

Li Dalong was talking energetically with Pang Youji, and the head of the regiment, Zhan Yusheng, came on a high-headed horse.

"Who is the fool? Let me see what I know. ”

Zhan Yusheng shouted and walked in.

"Report, I am!"

Yu Erli saluted, but found that the head of the regiment's eyes were full of surprise.

"Sir, why are you here? Master Yang sent people everywhere to find you. ”

Murong Ge puffed out a puff of smoke.

"Xiao Zhan, Lao Tzu is now your captive. Your company commander abused me, didn't give me cigarettes, and scared me. ”

"Li Dalong!"

"Here!"

Li Dalong ran over, but was whipped on the head.

"Lao Tzu asked you, have you ever seen Lao Tzu's old chief, you dare to conceal it and not report it, and dare not be respectful!"

"I really don't know."

Li Dalong was extremely aggrieved, he felt that this foolish character strengthening class was simply his nemesis, because they were always whipped by the regiment commander during this time. The old chief had rarely treated him like this before.

"All of them, salute the chief!" Zhan Yusheng shouted loudly.

Yu Er hurriedly stood up and saluted, but in his heart was a hundred thousand whys: "Why do you want to salute the captive?" Is this captive officer big? No matter how big the official is, he is still an enemy army. ”