This is chapter 115, and the system is pumping.

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At night, after encampment, small cooking smoke rose cautiously everywhere.

In the Tailian Mountains, even if you eat, you have to be more careful, and the ghosts and spirits outside, the weak ghosts and spirits in the Tailian Mountains, especially the ignorant ones, seem to be not afraid of people, they rely on the unique protection of the mountains and forests, ignoring the strong and steaming human blood in the army, curiously come up, some of them are bold, and even grab some food to show off with their partners.

And these, the soldiers, including the generals, did not dare to stop them, for fear of hurting them.

After all, I don't know if these ignorant little guys have anything to do with the Great Demon King of the Tailian Mountains.

There is a precedent for this, a spirit in the South China Sea bullied a little girl who went out of the Tailian Mountains, and as a result, it was the youngest daughter of the demon king Chen, and the end was self-evident.

The South China Sea has a coastline of 600 miles, which is still a dead land.

"It's brown rice again!" grumbled many of the soldiers, gulping down their throats.

Of course, there are some exceptions, such as Yao Shisan's subordinates: "It's venison again, I don't want to eat it." Grabbing the venison, he swung around the edge of the camp of the five hundred lords, and ate it little by little.

In the end, the remaining half was stuffed into the cuffs: "Well, don't worry, you have to keep your stomach, Su Tunchang went hunting, I don't know what to get this time? rabbits, roe deer, wild boars, won't it be the black bears like yesterday, don't, it's better to dig some wild vegetables to eat, light." ”

Nima!

The soldiers in other camps are spewing fire from their eyes, and they have no oil and water in their stomachs.

Not to mention rabbits and roe deer, they don't dare to dig wild vegetables, and they are not allowed to touch anything that can be eaten in the mountains.

"Get out of here!" roared a hundred-hundred.

His soldiers can only eat coarse grains, he is a hundred generals, there is a bucket of polished rice, half a liter of sauce, and a plate of vegetable soup, but there is only these, and the diced meat has to be picked from the vegetable soup.

Seeing that a hundred people were about to get angry, the soldiers here laughed and ran back with a swagger.

It doesn't belong to this hundred people, but it has to be given face.

Well, no more.

But halfway through, he suddenly cheered: "Su Tunchang is back! Let's take a walk and see what is delicious!"

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Strategist's office, a military aircraft land.

In the Tailian Mountains, in fact, there is nothing to arrange, Deputy Shuai He is rare to be idle, and when he rests camping every day, he goes to the places of the five hundred masters, and at this time, it is also the most uncomfortable time for the five hundred masters, and even the two or five hundred masters.

Five hundred masters, there is still some meat to eat, but when the deputy marshal of the He arrives, he will definitely enter the brown rice with the soldiers, and they have to accompany them, so the deputy marshal of the lotus is in one place every time, and each of the five hundred lords or more will be at most their turn.

"Today, where will it be to eat?" said a Wen Jie with a bitter face.

Zhao Qingliu coughed: "Basically, there is no difference, the deputy marshal eats brown rice, we also have to eat brown rice, whoever doesn't follow will do it, another day, accompany Ren Xia to build a trench." ”

The strategist Wen Jie next to him immediately drooped his head, and said that Wen Jie cultivated himself and ruled the country and the world, but no one deliberately found guilt, eating brown rice, and it was okay to do it when fasting.

He raised his head again and said hopefully: "It would be good if it was Yao Thirteen's turn, his side is rich in ingredients." ”

"What, envy?"

Zhao Qingliu looked at the past meaningfully: "Hu Feidan's identity is not simple, do you think that if you are a ghost and spirit, you can make friends in the Taihang Mountains? Do you think that ordinary ghosts and spirits have the right to open up the human race to hunt wild? ”

As he spoke, he tossed away the bamboo skewers from Wen Jie's plate and replaced them with a pile of them that he had taken out of his sleeve.

Wen Jie nearby was dumbfounded, and someone couldn't help but say: "This is the sign of the deputy marshal checking the camp tent, you ......"

"Shhhh ”

Zhao Qingliu opened his mouth, and someone had the courage to look at the bamboo sticks. This is the tray of the deputy marshal lotus, the so-called flop brand, that is, which one to turn over, the deputy marshal will go to which camp tent, eat and sleep with the soldiers.

As strategists of all certain ranks, they will eat together, but sleeping together, basically there is no need.

There are eighty-three signs, representing eighty-three camps of five hundred masters, and several Wenjie took out one, opened it, and smiled at others.

The smile is strange and mysterious.

Because all the signs have the number seventy-three written on them.

And seventy-three is the camp number of Yao thirteen......

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When Su Ang and the others returned to the camp, everyone had already eaten and drunk half of them.

It is said that alcohol is forbidden in the army, but in fact, other heroes are willing to obey, they respect the deputy handsome lotus, but only one drinks, it is almost their fate, even the deputy handsome lotus, can only turn a blind eye.

The heroes didn't carry much wine, and they only drank one or two sips a day to enjoy themselves, but today they drank too much, and empty bamboo tubes were everywhere.

Without it, it's because Yao 13 came running.

"Drink, there is wine today and drunk today, I Yao Thirteen have no ability, I can't do it, but as comrades, we are brothers, drink all the wine today, and go into battle in the future, live soberly, die soberly, which one of you is dead, my parents, wife and children, I Yao Thirteen will definitely take care of it, if my Yao Thirteen dies, sixteen concubines, none of you can move!"

The crowd burst into laughter.

This doesn't sound right, but Yao Shisan seems to be a gentleman, but his sincerity can't be faked, and the soldiers are happy, so they drink happily.

Su Ang stepped forward, beckoning the people who didn't like to laugh and shouting to the soldiers to pick up the game, and just as he was about to sit on Ji Ran and the others' side, he was stopped by Yao Shisan.

"Su Jiazi, come here!" Yao Thirteen was drunk.

He stared at Su Ang for a long time, maybe he drank too much, hugged Su Ang's shoulder and said, "I hate you, that's more than 300 of my siblings, but I can't hate it, what should I do?"

"Cold salad. Su Ang wanted to say this, but in the end, he just laughed it off.

"Do you know, I'm thirteenth, my father loves me, but I don't have the ability, I was played around by more than 300 house slaves, I only understand now, my father asked me to come to the battlefield, not to let me make contributions, but to let me learn how to look at people, learn the best, can't learn, I don't need to go back, just die on the battlefield...... Su Ang, my comrade, my brother, remember, if I die, you don't care about anything, flee, this is my handwriting, it is to give you the right to flee for your life, and you are not afraid to abandon the crime and be killed. ”

Yao 13 suddenly woke up, and her peach blossom eyes were embarrassed.

He stuffed Suang with a piece of brocade silk on top of it...... Blood Book.