"This ...... Bubble in a pot? Song Fusheng hurriedly pulled his shoes and took them.

"Yes."

Lu Pan looked at Song Fusheng: I'm afraid you won't have enough to eat.

Then you should say it, don't always think about it in your heart.

When you say it, others will know and be more moved.

Not used to it.

Even if Lu Pan didn't say what he thought in his heart, Song Fusheng looked at the steaming sesame paste, and his face was embarrassed and moved.

"That's okay, I'm me, I'll eat."

Song Fusheng only ate two bites, and Lu Pan left.

Before leaving, Lu Pan's mouth squirmed twice, perhaps to tell Song Fusheng to rest at ease, and to tell him that he would not be able to come back for a while.

But in the end, he didn't say anything, and he didn't stop and went out of the account.

Song Fusheng lifted the curtain and looked at it.

Seeing that Lu Pan had turned a corner, he went to the camp next to him, and hurriedly trotted back, holding the basin and running.

A few of the guards in front of the tent saw that the gentleman's shoes were not properly dressed, so they ran two steps with the fragrant basin and came back to look for shoes, and ran back to the back of the tent.

"Rich, brother-in-law, you all slept or not, come on, eat."

If you can't eat it yourself, you can't eat it hard, it's a waste of food.

How precious is sesame paste?

All the brothers of the Nine Clans immediately got up.

They slept in the camp tent poured out by a partial general of the Lu Jiajun.

"Where did it come from?" Gao Tie's eyes lit up and asked.

I was still young, and I was excited when I had delicious food, and I forgot the pain of my ears.

Da Lang and the other boys were also in a hurry, and they couldn't wait to use chopsticks and spoons, so they simply used their fingers to pick sesame paste into their mouths.

"Third uncle, sweet, so sweet!"

"Lu Pan gave it, and the little general has been thinking about us. Don't don't, don't eat it all, I'll scoop it out. Who has a bowl there? ”

The men of the Nine Clans thought that Song Fusheng scooped out half of it to give it to the Lu family.

You're welcome.

The guards on the shore of the land and those patrolling at night saw that Mr. went straight to the camp tent for the wounded soldiers with two large bowls in his hands.

Song Fusheng cautiously walked past the wounded soldiers lying on the ground.

Find some of the young children he had been cutting carrion for during the day.

The young man of fifteen or sixteen, sixteen or seventeen years old, who had been in pain, did not fall asleep, but when he saw his husband coming, he immediately sat up in pain.

"Don't move, I'll feed you if you can't move."

Take a mouthful of sesame paste.

The young man tasted it carefully, reluctant to swallow, "Sir, it's delicious, it's delicious." ”

Another young man said, "Sir, I have never eaten sesame paste since I grew so big." ”

There are also young men who said: "I've eaten, hehe, it's the Lantern Festival, my mother makes the stuffing, and it can flow out with a bite, but it's much finer than my mother's grinding, and it's extra sweet." ”

However, I still want to eat what my mother made.

Song Fusheng laughed while feeding one of them who was heavier than Song Fugui and couldn't get up:

"That is, this is your General Dinghai's rations, he is not willing to eat himself, and he has never tasted a mouthful. I heard that a few of you have suffered another sin today, and you almost didn't make it through, so I took it out and ordered someone to cook it. I hope you must go home alive, this time, I wonder where we will go all the way. ”

These wounded are missing arms and legs, and it is impossible for them to go to the battlefield again.

To put it mildly, it's even a burden on this team.

Song Fusheng guessed that Lu Pan said that if he let him go by boat, he would presumably arrange for these seriously injured to return with him.

"Is it the general? Did the general ask us? ”

"And how do we deserve it?"

Several soldiers were both moved and panicked.

"So, don't be blind to the general's mind, you must take care of your illness."

"Yes," several young men nodded heavily, and the wounded lying on the ground also nodded: "Enh." ”

After recovering from his illness, he will come to find the general again, and he will become the Lu Jiajun.

After feeding these injured children, the bowls were licked clean by them, Song Fusheng looked back, and many wounded people around him were looking at them.

I guess I've woken up a long time ago.

I've been watching with my eyes on it.

Alas.

Song Fusheng stiffened his head, pretending not to see the greedy appearance of those people and walked out.

As soon as he walked all the way, he covered the straw curtain on the wounded man.

Some of these children's quilts were lost during the previous war.

Outside the tent of the wounded barracks, Junko quietly disappeared into the night.

Turning around, he whispered to Lu Pan:

"The gentleman was hungry, but he still didn't want to eat.

He's such a person.

gave it to those brothers in his family first, no wonder it would be a response.

Then he scooped some out and gave them to a few wounded soldiers, and he said......"

Lu Pan's pen tip stopped on the paper, and it didn't fall for a long time.

After listening to it, he endured the soreness in his heart before he continued to write a letter to General Mo Lao with a blank face.

That night, he didn't go back to the tent to rest.

In this night, Lu Jiajun sent several small detachments.

"Big brother?"

"Third brother!" After Song Fucai finished saying hello, he pushed Song Fusheng away, and he began to vomit.

Song Fusheng glanced at the sweaty horse in Deputy Lieutenant Geng's hand, and understood that this was not lightly bumped.

hurriedly went over to pat Song Fucai on the back, and took Sizhuang and Xiao Quanzi to greet the twenty-seven "Lu family soldiers" in the cave. ”

It's all right, this time there is no halfway to throw it down.

Finally, my heart is at ease.

However, a small soldier came to find Song Fusheng at this time and said, "Sir, let those enemy prisoners go, they want to see you." ”

See what I'm doing.

"Where are you going?" The enemy prisoners asked Song Fusheng very invisibly.

What does it mean.

"Where you go, we go. You fight with them, and we will fight with them. ”

Song Fusheng: "......"

What's the matter, still emotional?

"Go home quickly, why don't you leave when you go home, go home and go farming."

The enemy prisoners have a reason, they have not been idle for the past few days, they have studied it.

If the war is not over, can the family go to farming? If you go home and get arrested again, who knows which team you will be arrested again, it is better to follow Song Tou.

"But you were requisitioned from enemy territory."

"We can be Lu Jiajun from now on."

Why are you so unsteady, if there are soldiers like you in the team, you will have to die of sorrow.

Song Fusheng stepped forward to persuade, "You don't understand, Lu Jiajun can't be a man who wants to be, take advantage of the fact that people are not in a hurry and don't kill their heads, and hurry up and leave with rations." We're going home too, we're not together, and we won't need your cart anymore, so let's go. ”

Have you ever seen a prisoner of war waving goodbye to each other?

Song Fusheng's peculiar life is really something that can be encountered.

Send "comrades-in-arms".

Embark on a journey.

Silent, two tears, no, nothing like that.

Song Fusheng shouted at the backs of the enemy prisoners: "Give me all home, you are not allowed to occupy the mountain and be a bandit, if you dare to do so, see each other again, and kill them!" ”

"Got it, don't worry!"

This night, all the members of the Lu family army gathered and opened.

The waves of this night are extraordinarily large.

The rushing waves seem to be whistling to see them off, seeing off these good men who are fighting for the stability and selflessness of the people of the country and the people, and shining in the long river of history.