Little York had a good morning of training today, training some ordinary bayonet fighting and coordinated combat. These are also mandatory training courses for ordinary militias. Little York once made his course into an episode and sent it out, so that everyone could see the militia training in this game. After studying the history, the audience once posted a long comment based on the video of Little York, which probably means that in order for the militia to go to the battlefield, they must learn some skills that can protect themselves, and at the same time, they can work together and not run around on the battlefield.

After the training, lunch is usually provided at the training camp, but the lunch provided is just brown bread and vegetable and salted broth. Little York was frowning, but everyone else was happy—after all, there was no limit to the amount of brown bread to eat, and there was a salted broth with oily flowers, and everyone was very happy. Since he was able to leave on his own in the afternoon, Little York would share his broth with his interview subject today as a reward after receiving the broth.

It's strange today, after Little York received the salted broth, he was stopped: "Little York, don't be in a hurry to leave today, there is this." "Black bread doesn't pick it up itself, that's what all the logisticians know. So what will you receive today? With doubts, little York turned his head to look at the logistician holding a basket of white bread in his hand.

White bread can be eaten, little York thought, and walked over and reached out to take the little basket, "Why do you eat white bread today? ”

The logistician looked at little York: "No, don't you know? The news should have been spread all over the place, how could you not know?"

"What, is it today?" Little York was shocked, and the broth in his hand almost didn't catch, and he spilled a lot of soup. The logistician looked at the ribbon on Little York's chest: "I said, Little York, you don't have to go to the battlefield as a scholar, right?" You said that you can't even beat a militia now, and whether you can survive the battlefield is only known to the gods." We don't lack a militia right now, and we don't have a reason to push a scholar into battle. ”

Indeed, Little York himself knew that he was able to join the militia camp here, but the captain looked at his status as a scholar and let himself mess around here. After all, in everyone's minds, one is a promising scholar, and the other is a militia who goes to the battlefield and doesn't even know if he can survive. Moreover, although the captain did not say anything, little York also knew that as long as he opened his mouth, he would be able to leave--he had not yet obtained a militia military card! Without a military card, it meant that he was not even recorded in the military register, and he was not a full-fledged member at all.

Shaking his head, little York said, "I'm not going to give up." "I don't know if it's for this logistician, or for myself to strengthen my beliefs. The logistician looked at Little York, and knew that he could not persuade him, so he took the bowl from his hand, filled it with the broth that Little York had spilled, and handed it back. Now that he knew that Little York had made up his mind, the logistics soldiers could only give Little York a blessing in their own way: the bowl handed back was full of salted meat.

Little York had something on his mind and didn't pay attention to the bacon in his hands. When he was back in the team, looking at Uncle Tony, who was squatting there and eating white bread, little York walked over to Tony and sat down.

Uncle Tony looked at little York who came over, and was a little surprised, and suddenly he almost forgot to chew the white bread in his mouth. It was easy to swallow the white bread in his mouth, and Uncle Tony looked at Little York, and even his eyes popped out: "I said, Little York, you didn't leave?"

"Does even Uncle think I'm leaving?" After Little York sat down, his mood had calmed down, and there was still a smile on his face: "I said before, I came to join the army to record everyone's war this time, so that everyone can know what happened in this war, not just go around the barracks twice and leave." ”

"Little York, listen to my uncle's advice, you are a scholar, you will be able to rise to a high position in the future, and you will have a bright future, don't waste yourself on the road of the militia. Uncle Tony reached out to help little York put down the bread basket in his hand, and said, "Even if you want to join the army, you are not in this militia camp." This is what I am willing to give my life to fight for a future for my family, not what you need as a scholar. ”

Little York scooped up a large piece of fatty bacon with a spoon, placed it on a piece of torn white bread, and then said, "Uncle Tony, you need not persuade me. I'm here to record everyone's war scenes, how can I get out of here?"

Uncle Tony looked at the expression on Little York's face and sighed. According to Uncle Tony's experience, it can be seen that Little York now doesn't listen to anyone, and no matter how he tries to persuade him now, Little York won't change his words. In this case, there is nothing I can do but take care of this stubborn child after I really go to the battlefield.

Sighing slightly, the originally delicious white bread seemed to have no taste, and Uncle Tony looked at little York, who was eating the bacon with white bread, and suddenly had a sigh: If my future children are like this, see if I don't open his ass!

However, no matter how Uncle Tony feels, it can't change Little York's determination to officially join the militia. The lunch break passed quickly, and the afternoon arrived. Today's weather is not good, the sky is obscured by white clouds, which is not a good weather for a country that worships the sun.

Little York was looking at the sky when he saw his captain, Captain Cocoro, approaching. Coco saw Little York squatting there looking at the sky from a distance, said hello to his subordinates, and walked straight in the direction of Little York. Walked up to Little York, lowered his head and looked at Little York, who was squatting: "Yo, isn't this our scholar Little York? Why is he still here?

Little York stood up: "Good afternoon, Captain Cocoro." "Don't talk to me about this. As I think you already know, this afternoon we will begin our march to the battlefield. So, can I understand that your stay here after knowing this information means that you have made up your mind to participate in this war as a militiaman?"

Captain Ke Keluo also squatted down: "I don't understand, you look at you as a trainee scholar, although the elimination rate of the big library is not low, if you work hard, it is not impossible to become a scholar." Even if you are unfortunately eliminated, you can still work as a clerk in a shop and have a place in the city. Even so, you're going to give it all up, and you're going to lose your life tomorrow, militia battalion?"

Little York looked into the eyes of Captain Cocoro and said, "Captain Cocoro, I joined the militia just to be a participant and record everything I saw in this war, not for money and military merit. ”