"I like the front line!" Wang Xiaosan said excitedly, "But I'm a cook." Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info I prefer to carry that flower trap on my back rather than a marching pot. At this he scratched the back of his head embarrassedly: "So...... I'm not a good cook. Uncle Niu has said a long time ago, what can I do, if it weren't for the fact that I still have a little conscience, the cooking class would not keep me. ”

"Who's Uncle Niu?"

"He's my old squad leader, and he's repaired me a lot. But he is the best squad leader, Officer Song, you must interview him if you have the opportunity. I can tell you about him now, too. ”

It's a pity that Song Xiaoci has stopped writing and didn't continue to ask, Wang Xiaosan was a little disappointed, but he was still happy again: "Do you want to see my flower machine gun? I'll go and get it for you now, that gun is ......?"

"No, I don't. Next time. ”

For example, Luo Fugui is obviously a platoon leader, but the little soldier keeps saying that he is a squad leader, and he is so stubborn that he can't understand it. Song Xiaoci seemed to be very regretful, but she still left Wang Xiaosan a work-style smile, and Wang Xiaosan also seemed to regret that she was forced to return a polite smile.

......

thought that Luo Fugui should be the ugliest warrior here, but when he saw this low-key person like a shadow, Song Xiaoci was so frightened by that scarred face that he didn't dare to raise his eyes more, and tried his best to look at the tip of his pencil.

"I ...... There is nothing to say. ”

"Are you...... Wounded in battle?"

"Nope. I...... Just an unlucky man. But...... I also have to feel lucky for it...... Have you ever been forced to feel lucky?"

Completely inexplicable rhetorical question, coupled with his hoarse voice that seemed to have been burned, Song Xiaoci almost didn't hold the notebook in his hand, and said in a panic, "Uh...... I think...... You shouldn't ...... I thought I was ......"

"That...... It's not up to you. I just want to...... Make the scar more symmetrical. ”

......

Song Xiaoci's enthusiasm for the interview was about to run out, and he accidentally found that a soldier was passing through the open space, his military uniform was neat, young and heroic, and his face seemed to have a scar, but it added to the military style, coincidentally, his chic leggings were exactly the same as the commander of the Ninth Company, following Xu Xiao and Luo Fugui, this is the third one that is suitable for typicals from the appearance, and this can be used as a propaganda newspaper if you can take pictures.

"Hello. My name is Maleonn. Ma Liang, who was stopped by Song Xiaoci, responded with a smile, with three points of shyness in that smile, and smiled just right.

"My surname is Song, Song Xiaoci. ”

"I know. How can you ask me to help?"

"Not a help. It's an interview. Song Xiaoci came to her senses and reopened her broken notebook.

Ma Liang subconsciously raised his hand and pinched his own nose, looked at the ground and looked into the distance: "You...... Have you interviewed our company commander?"

"Nope. ”

Ma Liang nodded, and suddenly said, "I can't be interviewed by you." ”

"Why?"

"I'm on duty. I'm sorry. ”

"So when are you ......?"

"I'm in charge of guarding the liquor station all day, and I have to sleep with one eye open. Interview people, I have to check the post now. ”

......

Hu Yi went back to his original residence and walked into the three-bed wooden house, only to find that Luo Fugui and Wu Shishi had also moved back, and no one was there at the moment, and the room smelled of sweat.

Standing in the doorway, he looked past the dirty mess of the two beds, the innermost bed still as tidy as when she left. Of course, Hu Yi can adapt to the smell of sweat, but at the moment he can't tolerate it, this smell obscures everything he wants to smell!

Slowly walked to the bed under the window at the inside, looked at the kettle and satchel and other dusty belongings he was carrying, and was reluctant to put these things on this neat bed, and put them directly on the nearby Luo Fugui's bed, and then picked up the Zhongzheng rifle and hung it on the wall next to the bed seriously, and then picked up his broken enamel jar on the windowsill, blew off the ashes in the jar, put it in his hand and looked at it silently for a long time, before he put it back on the windowsill, took off his military hat and began to untie the girdle and armed belt, ready to unload his fatigue.

The door behind him rang, Hu Yi didn't bother to turn back, continued to untie the wind and discipline button, and said in a deep voice: "Hurry up and lead Wu Shishi to move me out! Carry your bed away, and get me a table by the way." ”

But he didn't get a response, so he turned around and found that the person who came was not a mule who was underkicked, but a little red tassel leaning on the door frame, with a small face without expression, and a pair of clear big eyes for a long time before he blinked slowly: "Does your head still hurt?"

Hu Yi's gaze didn't look at Xiao Hongying's eyes at all, but stayed in the high ponytail that was a cut above her head, and the movement of unbuttoning her clothes was frozen, like a fixed body technique.

"Talk, is it so hard to talk to me!"

"You...... Who said I had a headache? That's ...... An excuse to call in sick. ”

"Cured?"

At this point, Hu Yi resumed his movements, turned around and stared at the new hairstyle of the person at the door and continued to look at it: "I didn't say it...... You...... Shouldn't I have a sister?"

This sentence hit the nail on the head, and in a blink of an eye, Xiao Hongying's two little hands didn't know where to put it, and habitually began to tear the corners of her clothes directly, and a shy happy smile melted like ice on her originally expressionless little face, and she was so shy that she even began to hang her head, and the ponytail pouted higher, making Hu Yi dizzy.

"People...... There is indeed a sister who has been separated for a long time. Hey, hey, hey......"

Originally, the image of the lady was about to be perfect, but in the end, the sugar content of the hehehe laugh completely exceeded the standard and was completely destroyed!

Hu Yi took out his pocket, took out a boiled egg, and raised his hand: "If you have captured Wang Peng, I will give it to you as a gift." ”

"Annoying!" Xiao Hongying walked in a few steps and unceremoniously copied the egg: "Do you understand the situation?"

Hu Yi sighed: "No." Sister Zhou said that Su Qing's position is special, and it is difficult to ask about things. ”

"What's wrong with being a spy, I can't her heart if I want to! Is your headache because of her?" shook the ponytail that he was not used to, and sat down on the edge of Hu Yi's bed with a big grin: "Also, why did you bring back a scourge? This time, even the head of the regiment came out, and sneakily ran away to He Gensheng's haircut! Can he still be expected to return to the regiment?"

Hu Yi smiled helplessly: "That's Dr. Zhou's order, can I stop it?"

"Fox, follow me to the village on the other side for dinner, Sister Erniu is going to the net, and I can't even drink fish soup in the wine station now!"

"I'm not suitable, am I?"

"What's wrong? Aren't you sick now? Keep getting sick! I'll call you then." ”

......

Xiao Hongying left, Hu Yi's mood was much better, and he decided to find something to do, but what else could he do besides wiping the gun?

The Zhongzheng rifle was taken off the wall again, and the horizontal end was in Hu Yi's hand, and a few inconspicuous small characters were lightly engraved on the butt: I won. Don't forget.

In Hu Yi's eyes, these words seemed to have infinite magic, and from the day he saw these words, he began to dream of artillery fire and endless gunsmoke......