Before the regimental commander and the political commissar could speak, Bao Mier rushed to Aslan's face.

"True Bird, are you leaving? won't you come back? don't you want me?" Bao Mi'er stood in front of Aslan, her eyes wide open and full of mist.

Aslan suspected that if he dared to say a word, Bao Mier would immediately cry to him.

Shi Jin wanted to block Bao Mier, but was stopped by Aslan.

He really likes Bao Mier's personality and big eyes, which makes him can't help but think of the little sister in the family, who is just naughty and likes to cause trouble, but at that time, the second child had just been opened, so Aslan subconsciously didn't like this sister, until he completely lost her, Aslan regretted it.

It was precisely because of the figure of her former sister that Aslan couldn't help but take care of her in every way she saw on Bao Miller.

"There has been a huge change in the family, I have to go back, but I can guarantee that as soon as the matter is dealt with, I will come back to you, I am afraid that I will not be by your side, and you will get into trouble in the future, and no one will help you. Aslan's last words were almost said with a smile.

Bao Mier also smiled happily after hearing this, she knew that the birdman would not lie to her, because Bao Mier knew that in this world, only the birdman really felt sorry for her.

"Okay then, I'll take care of Class Seven during this time, you go and come back quickly. Bao Mi'er nodded vigorously and said, "Also, you must bring me a gift when you come back, I want to eat the big apple you gave me last time, as well as the cake and candy you said." ”

Aslan nodded, then turned around and took Shi Jin away.

No one in the entire town group dared to stop Aslan, so they watched him leave.

The head of the regiment and the political commissar only exhaled at this time, and the two glanced at each other, and instantly saw through each other's thoughts, but nodded silently and did not say it.

Aslan left in such a hurry that he didn't even pack his things, and there was actually nothing to pack.

As Aslan's number one die-hard fan, Bao Mi'er did not look sad about parting, but was very happy, because Birdman said that he would definitely bring her a lot of delicious things when he returned.

Secondly, the most important thing for Bao Mier at the moment is to find a way to keep her booty, which is the big thing in her careful eyes, but she can't be delayed because of the little thing that Aslan left, so she didn't squeak.

Aslan was taken away, and then the regiment commander came to Niu Jingtao again, touched the new gun in his hand, and tugged at the bullet box on his waist: "Ho! You kid are okay, Shibei has been impressed for three days?"

The head of the regiment and the political commissar agreed very tacitly not to talk about Aslan's problems, as if Aslan had never appeared.

At this time, Bao Mi'er rushed in front of Niu Jingtao, who was about to open his mouth, and spoke: "Uncle Regiment, oh, no, report to the regiment commander, we are fighting the ghoul army on the road!"

Attracted by Bao Mi'er's words, the regiment commander came to the little girl with his hands behind his back and pretended to be calm: "Oh? Our Comrade Simi can actually fight the ghoul army?

The little girl deliberately turned a pair of big-eyed thieves around, and then pretended to stretch out her little hand and counted her fingers: "The real bird led us to ambush a group of ghoul army, and killed a lot, yes, there are more than a hundred!"

The regiment commander couldn't hold back a smile, bowed his head and asked: "Oh, good guys, you are really powerful, your combat strength can catch up with the whole regiment, I said Comrade Simi, are you sure you have counted the right number?"

The little girl smiled embarrassedly: "Ah, that, I counted wrongly, it seems, almost, there are more than forty?" After saying this, she deliberately blinked at the head of the regiment with big eyes.

When the head of the regiment saw her little appearance, he said in his heart, "Is this me asking you!" or are you asking me?

"Stinky girl, blow again, blow hard. Now that you're also a Qing Guard, if you don't tell the truth, I'll let you be locked up too, do you believe it?"

The little girl finally lowered her head with a red face, and a pair of small hands tore at the corners of her clothes: "We killed a few ghoul army sentries on the road." ”

The head of the regiment finally smiled and touched Bao Mi'er's head: "Stinky girl, she has become a soldier, don't mess around in the future, you have to seek truth from facts." Don't underestimate yourself, killing two ghoul sentinels is also a big victory!"

Hearing this, Niu Jingtao next to him almost knelt down for Bao Mier. This kid who lacks virtue is talking nonsense that you can become a god at the level of your Bao Mi'er, and for the sake of those trophies, you plan to pull me into the water? Is this considered a lie about the military situation? Is this considered a private embezzlement of public property? Xujiacun has already pressed one thing, and now I have to add one more? I really got on the thief ship.

Chen Youkun grinned and stayed on the occasion, convinced, convinced, the dead girl is really a talent, what kind of thing is she? Beware, you must beware in the future, this is the little ancestor who is talking nonsense!

Chen Youkun was stunned, and when he found that the regiment commander had come to him, he hurriedly said: "Hello sir! My name is Chen Youkun, and I want to join the Qing Guard." ”

The head of the regiment smiled and nodded: "Hehe, you came back with them, tell me, what do you think?"

Chen Youkun saw that the chief was so kind to him, and he was in a good mood: "I don't have any ideas, just eat and be full." ”

Leng Buding felt that his feet were stepped on, and at a glance he saw a pair of cold lights thrown by the little girl, and hurriedly added: "Oh, by the way, this flame rune machine gun is mine, I ask to join the seventh squad, and the machine gun must stay in the seventh squad, otherwise I won't do this Qing Guard!"

"Oh? That's kind of interesting, why?"

Chen Youkun was a little confused when asked, what else is the reason for this? What do I have to say? I can only make up one temporarily, so he said casually: "Because, because, this machine gun was passed on to me by my grandfather, and my grandfather was also a revolutionary revival army back then!"

Everyone present came out silently, and the head of the regiment couldn't help but be solemn.

Although many of the revolutionary troops of that year failed in the end, their actions and actions are worthy of recognition, at least in the Qing Guards and Qingdao Army today, many old people are from the Revolutionary Reconstruction Army of that year.

Niu Jingtao is completely stupid this time, a deceitful Bao Mi'er who doesn't blink, and now there is an extra Chen Youkun who brags and doesn't make drafts, how deep the water is after the seventh class.

"What about you?" the head of the regiment looked at the three brothers of the Xu family who were fully armed.

That's right, the three brothers of the Xu family decided halfway through, everyone is from Xujia Village, and they are all surnamed Xu, and they will also have a response to the battlefield in the future.

"We also want to join the Qing Guard Army and join the Seventh Squad, and these equipment are obtained by us fighting the Ghoul Army with Chief Gu, so our requirements are the same as Chen Youkun. Xu Ziyun said slowly, and subconsciously pushed his glasses after speaking.

The regiment commander subconsciously asked: "Are you literate?"

Xu Ziyun nodded and said, "I have studied for a few years and gone to middle school. ”

The head of the regiment immediately laughed as if he had found a treasure.

In this era, perennial wars, many schools are deserted, to be precise, there are no decent schools at all, and a little larger scale will be bombed, so there have not been many scholars in the liberated areas, universities have never been established at all, and middle schools are already regarded as big cultural people and high-level intellectuals.