Volume 1 The Battle of Dashun Harbor [38] Nantes, follow the fart!

It should have been evening when the time was calculated, and there were no fingers in the confinement room.

The so-called confinement room is actually a converted container, and the air is stuffy and humid under the buttocks.

The "chief manager" leaned against the suspected door, and howled over and over again in a thin voice with incomplete tones: "We are pests, we are pests, wise commander, we know that we are wrong......"

The angry shouts of the "second master" came from next door: "Don't follow me to put the whole scene and sleep!" ”

On the other side, there were also people who kicked the tin wall and made a "clang" sound of dissatisfaction.

"Oh, it's all there? Come out and ask for ten yuan! As soon as he heard someone respond, the little white face, who was already bored and drowsy, got up and learned the northeast accent of the "second master" to knock on the door.

"What kind of nerves, I haven't closed my eyes since last night, and I haven't rested numbly!" The old horse's voice was so loud that it didn't seem to be far away.

"I can't sleep, as soon as I close my eyes, it's a fragment of the two days of fighting, and I don't know what blood splashed my head and face, and when I look up, blood and flesh fly everywhere......"

"Don't beep, this memory is disgusting!" The dissatisfied voice of the "second master" reappeared, and it seemed to have become popular.

The old horse smiled: "What's this, do you remember the mutant corpse we went back to the septic tank to fish, the iron hook stirred in it, stirred it......"

"Uh-huh......"

"Uh-huh......"

"Uh-huh......"

There was a sound of vomiting from three directions, and the old horse sniffed half of the cigar and was happy to himself: "It turns out that there is a grandson who hasn't spoken, let me guess, it's Li Jishan, right!" ”

"Hmm, which one is Li Jishan?" The "manager" wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, and shook his hand disgustingly, not knowing whether to wipe it on the wall or the door.

"It's a mandrill! Anyway, you usually just call people by nicknames, and you forget your name! ”

"Get out! Lao Tzu is called Chu Zhongtian, not the manager! ”

The two of them couldn't figure out the name, the "manager" emphasized again and again, and the old horse laughed again and again. On the contrary, the person concerned, Li Jishan, didn't care about this, and he didn't speak for a long time, which made others wonder.

The old horse kicked the iron door: "Are you Li Jishan, gasping for breath?" ”

"I'm thinking about the song that the manager sang just now, we sing every day that we are pests, but what kind of pests are we? Flies or mosquitoes? After holding back for a long time, this straight man of steel was actually struggling with such a problem.

However, these boring guys were interested, and they began to talk about it.

"Second Master" said that they were a group of praying mantises, killers in the insect world, and were immediately ridiculed by everyone: "There are yellow finches behind them, which is unlucky and unlucky." ”

Lao Ma also added: "I heard that the female mantis will eat her husband, this is more ruthless than a grassland on her head, no, no, you must not be a praying mantis!" ”

The "manager" counted the pests he knew, aphids, ladybugs, beetles, spiders, crickets, maggots, flies, mosquitoes, and so on......

He suddenly thought of something, and laughed: "Huh? I suddenly felt that mandrills are very much like mosquitoes, they are not beneficial to others, they are only self-interested, they want to bite anyone they catch, and they want to suck other people's blood to fatten themselves! ”

"The old horse should be a fly, disgusting every day, buzzing around in my ears, never a good word!"

"Liu Lang is clumsy, dirty and tired, I remember the last time he fished the septic tank, he stood too far in front and got a body of, almost a shell!

"Second master, proper black widow, poisonous ......"

Hearing him arrange a bug for everyone like this, the "second master" choked with a murderous voice: "I think you are like a knowing, endless......"

The "manager" ignored her and continued to chatter: "The little pumpkin is also simple, follow the farts worm, follow us to listen to the errand, and can also carry the black pot." ”

Lao Ma sighed and said, "I hope this kid is a cockroach and can be a little strong who can't be killed!" ”

Everyone was silent, because before being locked in the confinement cell, the "Volcano" came over and said gloatingly: "Your captain, that snarky old disobedient stinky pumpkin is going to court martial!" ”

As if to take revenge for what happened on the ship before, he held a greasy elbow in his hand, and gnawed it in front of everyone. Don't forget to stretch out your finger and point at everyone: "Bagou!" Nine times out of ten, you will be shot, and you will not be much better, so go back to the living island to dig coal and smash stones! ”

At that time, the "second master" was angry, snatched his elbow with his hand, and smashed him with a big bone stick to make his head full of oil, and then fled in the wilderness.

Now that they were provoked by the "Chief", they couldn't help but start talking about Nantes. The head of the regiment specially explained that the culprit Nantes was to be held in solitary confinement, and now I don't know if he is being tortured or eating a severed head.

From the beginning of returning to the base, everything was different from what they expected, the regiment commander seemed to be determined to punish the crime, and the other squads of the dreadnought regiment were also afraid to avoid it, which made the "manager" quite angry, the night they went out, everyone was angry and asked for battle, but they all became turtles with shrunken heads in the end.

"I'll say okay first, in case it really goes to a military court, everyone will tell the truth, no one is allowed to dump the pot, if I know that someone is greedy for life and afraid of death to take Nantes to blame, be careful that I pinch his eggs!" Goldilocks had been on fire since the beginning, and the emphasis on her speech became colder and colder.

She told the truth, in fact, she let everyone identify that she was the one who took the lead in disobeying the order, because every time this group of men pushed Nantes to give an order, she used "It's the master who follows me!" This kind of words ends, to be precise, every time she disobeys an order, someone else starts and she gives an order.

The old horse's expression darkened, and he immediately raised his head again, and kicked the door to intercept the topic: "Isn't it time to eat!" ”

Although he was locked up in a mutant base camp at the time, he could guess with his toes that it must have been Nantes who proposed the rescue operation, and it must have been this woman who rushed to give the order.

But now there may be someone outside eavesdropping and recording all this, and every word said may be suspected of collusion, which will adversely affect Nantes.

An impatient cry sounded, and someone banged on the various confinement chambers with a stick, just as the owner knocked on the dog cage before feeding: "It's almost time, stay quiet, and deliver food in a while!" ”

Although the four of them were confined to the old horse, the food was still good. But Nantes, who was locked up alone, was treated much worse, and only a bowl of gruel was sent to him.

He lay in the dark with his arms on his pillow, because with the help of Sister Hua, he was like having clairvoyant eyes, and he knew everything outside.

He was held in solitary confinement next to the regimental headquarters, probably for the purpose of facilitating arraignment. In the middle is the maintenance workshop, and further east is the barracks where the various squads are distributed in a circle.

At the beginning, he slapped the door a few times, but no one paid attention to him, and when he was bored, he relied on Sister Hua's help to search for everything that happened outside.

The regiment commander was smoking a cigarette in the combat headquarters, he had just scolded Liu Dazhi for a while, and he wanted to kindly tell him the news that Liu Feifei and Liao Wei were still alive, but he didn't expect this old thing to scold as soon as they met, and he seemed to be angry about the previous defeat in the scolding battle.

After the two of them exchanged words, the head of the regiment snorted angrily and broke the line, intending to rot this news in his stomach.

The people of the "Volcano" were resting in the barracks, and while the captain was away, his team members complained about following the wrong person, and the crowd said angrily to him: "You can't catch up with the hot ...... by eating"

Nantes smiled happily, imagining the iron blue face of "Volcano" when he heard these comments.

Zhang Yang was taken to the Overseer alone, and was telling him about all the new discoveries of the expedition. The position of Overseer is very special, as it is the deputy commander, but it also has the power to supervise the head of the regiment and report to the superiors.

Nantes listened a little and noticed that the two men's interests were not quite the same.

Zhang Yangxing rushed to describe to him the major discoveries and far-reaching meanings of this trip, but the overseer asked again and again: "Did Nantes lead you to disobey?" ”

"What is the relationship between Nantes and Lao Ma?"

"Did they behave out of the ordinary along the way?"

"Did you have a close relationship with Liu Dazhi when you were in the dungeon?"

"Did he ever tell him who his father was and what he did?"

"Have you and the rest of your teammates ever met his dad?"

"Nantes Daddy ......"