Uncle?

Song Fusheng tilted his head to look at Lu Pan suspiciously.

Don't dare to be.

To be an uncle to a person of this status, he can't afford it, and he doesn't want to be it.

Don't think that he doesn't want to send food, it's like inviting merit to become an uncle.

Later, people will know what has become of it.

Besides, we didn't think about it that way at all.

"You just call me my name, Song Fusheng and Song Zijiao are all called, we are the same generation."

Hearing this, Lu Pan lowered his head slightly as if he had made a mistake.

He is tall and big, and he blocks Song Fusheng, who is not short.

Song Fusheng didn't notice that because he didn't let Lu Pan call him uncle, the kid was depressed, so he felt that this kid was in the way, so he pulled Lu Pan aside:

"Not hungry? Are you not hungry? What are you men looking at? ”

Once you've figured out the place, don't worry about it anymore.

How can I have a gut feeling that I would worry more?

Ah, yes, Lu Pan also reacted and hurriedly turned around, "Uncle, let me introduce you to the deputy general and military division." ”

"Eat," Song Fusheng patted his stomach angrily, and stomped his feet again: "In life, eating is a big deal!" "Referral again, who wants to know those people? Those people are in a hurry.

It's only been a long time, why does this kid look like he's hungry and stupid.

Come on, Song Fusheng completely pulled away the land in front of him.

"Brethren!"

"Here!" Song Fugui and other wounded people were lying on the car and struggling, and they were the first to answer loudly.

"Here!" Even the old little Quanzi was excited, and suddenly pushed away the straight who was crying and laughing and shouted.

Just kidding, Song Tou called, and he had to answer it loudly.

That's how I've practiced all the way.

Only by obeying the command in all actions and moving in unison can we achieve victory.

"If you unload the food, you must let all the generals, all the sergeants, and all the heroes of the Lu family army have a good meal!"

"Yes!"

"Yes!"

"Yes!"

Just kidding, Song Tou gave an order, then it must be implemented.

This journey has been practiced for a long time.

Not only can you win battles, but you also have a good style, and you have to carry it out no matter how tired you are.

"Master, you lean to the side, and I'll unload food for you."

Junko was a little confused: "I'll come, your injured arm ......"

"No, I'll do it when I give the order."

It was at this time that Lu Pan's soul finally returned to his body.

"Someone."

"The end will be."

"The end will be."

Immediately a string of ends.

Song Fusheng: "......"

He was not far from the shore.

He heard the young man only whisper a word, and then he raised a loud voice.

Unlike him, every time he shouted a password, he had to pull his neck and say, "Brothers." "The neck tendons are going to roar out.

No wonder the enemy prisoners called him the king, and at first glance he was a copycat.

If you look at it again, you see that people will raise their heads slightly: "Help," and then they called up a bunch of people, unloading the goods with all hands and feet.

Lu Jiajun was also very polite, and when they helped in the past, they also deliberately nodded to the fake "Lu Jiajun" and the men of the Nine Clans.

Song Fusheng couldn't help but glance at Lu Pan's side face again, and thought:

What a young man, you can see it by looking at your men.

Alas, thanks to not starving, people don't talk much.

Okay, don't talk about that useless, since Lu Pan is normal, don't worry about him, Song Fusheng took the initiative to come over and ask:

"Where do I live? I'm going to sleep, and I haven't closed my eyes for three days. None of these brothers slept. "A man can be trapped to death, but he can be trapped to death.

Lu Pan hurriedly summoned the pro-guards, carried Song Fugui and them to the camp tent, and settled them first.

and personally led Song Fusheng to his account.

All the way to the big tent, Lu Pan pondered several times and wanted to say that he would back Song Fusheng, but he didn't say it.

"Don't you eat?"

"You eat, we didn't delay eating, we just rushed to sleep and delayed, okay, you go, go eat quickly."

"That's right," Song Fusheng called Lu Pan: "Let everyone eat less for the first meal, mainly liquid food, I will bring you some dried mushrooms and cook them, there is salt and sugar, let everyone eat some good ones, as well as chili noodles and milk bricks, anyway, you let the soldiers watch it." ”

Lu Pan was just about to leave, when he suddenly heard Song Fusheng say in the account, "It's broken, no, I have to go back again." ”

"What's wrong, uncle?"

Why is this called Uncle Shang again?

Song Fusheng didn't have time to care, and as he spoke, he was about to trot: "I'm thunder, I still have two grenades left in the box, don't up." ”

Lu Pan grabbed him, "In what kind of box?" ”

Song Fusheng pulled Lu Pan's hand and drew "! ”。

Lu Pan closed his hand, "I'll go get it, you can rest assured." With that, he ran away.

Song Fusheng looked at his back and breathed a sigh of relief.

It was true that he didn't have the energy to care about anything else, so he glanced in front of the tent: "Rich, brother-in-law, do you have a place to rest?" ”

"We lay down, and I was carried over a few tents next to you."

There is no need to ask Xiaoquanzi, the "Lu family army" belongs to their own territory, and Shunzi can arrange it.

Unlike the Nine Clans, after all, there is still one layer behind, and you need to worry about asking if the placement is appropriate.

Lifting the curtain again, Song Fusheng's back staggered.

He fell headlong on the couch by the land, motionless.

Asleep?

No.

No matter how sleepy I was, my eyelids were glued, and I knew that my wife and daughter were waiting in the space.

"Old Song?" Qian Peiying's mouth was full of foams, tears fell in strings, and she hurriedly wiped them off with her sleeves.

Because she didn't want Lao Song to spit on Xingzi to comfort her.

Song Poria is also in a very bad state, with swollen teeth and swollen half of her face.

The mother and daughter mixed Song Fusheng in the space and put it in the bedroom.

"I've arrived, I've seen you."

"Didn't starve?"

"I'm not dead, I can still run."

"It's good, let's sleep."

Space pops up for a while? Eject it when you fall asleep, and go out and continue to sleep, and if you can sleep for an hour, the latex pad will sleep for an hour.

Qian Peiying rubbed Song Fusheng's head in distress, and when her daughter went out, she lay in Song Fusheng's ear and said, "When we get to the place, we don't think about anything?" Shrewd. Then he kissed Song Fusheng's forehead with a mouth covered with big bubbles.

Song Fuling leaned against her bedroom door and cried silently.

At the same time, under the residual sun, a large pot was erected on the seaside, and some of the pots were boiling mushrooms, some were boiling chili soup, and the kind with salt was added.

Put salt.

The men and soldiers stirred hard, eager to use eighteen kinds of martial arts, with the simplest ingredients, to cook the most delicious meal.

Thousands of soldiers grinned at the cauldron.

Some of the soldiers who were seriously injured were given milk bricks, some were given rice cereal, and dozens of small soldiers were assigned to the general's ration black sesame paste.

And most of the soldiers were one person and one leba.

Eat Leba again, still don't you like it?

The soldiers held Leba and laughed and said, "Leba, I want to kill you."

Junko excitedly hugged the bowl and knelt in front of Rikuban.

Why did you suddenly fall to your knees?

Junzi held the bowl with both hands and cried and laughed: "Young master, this is rice cereal soaked in milk, fragrant to death, you eat it quickly." ”

"Young Master, is it delicious?"

Lu Pan looked back at the big tent, where Song Fusheng was sleeping soundly, and when he turned his head again, he smiled and said, "It's delicious." ”

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