Chapter 2 I'm even more shameless

Li Jinglan lay on the simple marching bed, with his uninjured right hand and teeth to wrap the clean linen cloth around and around the hilt, carefully wrapped on the hilt, every soldier, every soldier who struggled on the edge of life and death, will understand that the only thing that can save him at the most critical time is the crotch dismount, the knife in his hand, this is one-third of his life, so he wrapped it very carefully, Fu Haiqing robbed it a few times, but he couldn't resist Li Jinglan's stubbornness in this regard.

This iron knife was obviously recast, with a blade length of two feet and seven minutes, a handle length of seven minutes, and a width of six minutes at the hilt, which was two minutes shorter and one point wider than the standard saber, and the handle was also two points longer than the standard saber, so that the knife could be held in both hands at critical times.

The linen cloth wrapped around the handle, each circle must be tightened with teeth, the thick thumb of the right hand is pressed, and then the next circle is wrapped, in Li Jinglan's words: This is fate, dare not fake hands to others.

Tie the last dead knot, Li Jinglan got up with a knife in one hand, grabbed a few knife flowers in his hand, put the knife into the sheath with satisfaction, got up and moved a few times, and sat on the marching bed to breathe and meditate.

"Rabbit cub, look what the master brought you back!" Fu Haiqing had not yet arrived at the tent, and the voice arrived first.

"Can you take the chick into the barracks?"

Fu Haiqing: "....... why did I bring it back, can you do it?"

"Men never say no. ”

"Hehe, why did you wet the bed last year......"

......

It's embarrassing, and in an instant, the temperature in the tent dropped to freezing...... This is the only way to talk to death.

Fu Haiqing took advantage of Li Jinglan's stunned efforts to throw the lotus leaf bag in his hand, turned his head and ran, subconsciously silently neck, Nima, I didn't see the knife in his hand, I made a mistake, a mistake.

The Chinese army camp is solemn and solemn, and it is different from the military camp where there are gags everywhere, the relaxation before the desperate effort and the catharsis after the desperate effort are the soldiers' business; the generals are in the midst of the strategy, and the decisive victory is thousands of miles away, and they need to think and think calmly, so in addition to the scout emergency report, the military participation fire report, and the heavily guarded tent, not to mention the loud noise, the small muttering is not a joke, and the small life that is not lost on the battlefield is not good to be killed by a few broken mouths, and this point of truth is much more profound for the guard battalion to understand.

Li Jinglan even understands that after all, among the few who have been beaten by thirty military sticks and successfully survived, their names have been written in books.

Although there was a military order, Li Jinglan did not recklessly go straight to the big tent, and he was close to the familiar captain on duty, knowing that the handsome was not in a good mood, no wonder, a good victory, but at the end of the cangguo cultivators beheaded the general, although the subsequent iron hooves trampled the two little masters into pulp, it could not eliminate the shame of the old handsome. Li Jinglan sighed and took out a strip of yarn from his arms, played with a slipknot, hung up his already good left arm again, and silently nagged two sentences in his heart: The city gate is on fire, it has nothing to do with me, the city gate is on fire, don't hurt me! wiped his face that was still smiling, instantly became a bitter gourd, frowned, seriously confirmed that his expression was in place, and then said to the captain on duty: Okay, brother, give me a good word!

The old man leaned on the tiger case, put his hand on his forehead, as if he was thinking, and did not care about Li Jinglan's deliberate salute of lowering his voice; Li Jinglan secretly raised his eyes, his eyes slippery and swept around, and there was not a single guard in the big tent.....

Suddenly heard a cough, and hurriedly gathered his mind and looked down.

"Yo, isn't this the bold Li Shichang? Alone in the enemy camp to charge into battle, cut twelve pairs of hooves and flowers without eating? It seems that I will have to work hard next time!"

Li Jinglan can't take it, and if he doesn't take it, he can't say: The hoof flowers taste good, and the stew is even better.

"Your father entrusted you to me...... Wait, no, you've got a fake daddy?"

"I'm so ......" Li Jinglan ......

"Dashuai, I'm here to exercise. ”......

Wu Yong: "Oh, then you die, your father won't blame me?"

"Won't?"

"Really?"

"He's just going to kill you. ”

"Oh, that sounds crazy, I wonder if thirty sticks are enough?"

"Shibo, are you kidding, you don't have to be so serious!"

"Okay, I'm going to be bored here? Okay, it's okay, this captain Li Jinglan fought bravely to kill the enemy, so that his left arm was seriously injured, and he was promoted to cavalry captain, transferred from the Fengya battalion to the baggage battalion to recuperate, and returned to Qingcheng. The handsome man smiled.

Li Jinglan immediately became anxious, and tore the strip of cloth on his left arm with a brush: "It's early, it's good!"

"Yo, Captain Li Jinglan deceived his boss, lied about his injuries, was demoted three levels, wore thirty military sticks, and entered the baggage camp for three months to see the aftermath!"

"Shibo, you are complicit with my father. Li Jinglan jumped to his feet and shouted.

"Roaring handsome tents, bumping into officials, which is a big crime, shocking, Shibo is afraid that he can't protect you!"

"Shibo. Jaireyes will report that it was not our soldiers who did it!"

"Come, hug, come, come, come, hug, hug ”

What the hell am I ...... It's terrible to be uneducated.

People are under the eaves and have to bow their heads!

"A pot?" Li Jinglan tried to ask.

"Ten pots!"

"Someone has assassinated the commander!" Li Jinglan suddenly shouted! There was a chaotic sound, and more than a dozen pro-soldiers outside the tent drew their swords and rushed in.

Wu Yong was stunned.......

Didn't you say a good bargain? Why don't you play your cards according to common sense! What an embarrassment!

Waving his hand, "Drill, drill, retreat!"

The pro-army commander is also very depressed! What is the situation? Is this a special exercise? Can you have a snack? Can you have a sam, can we have a snack? Can we also have a snack? Open your mouth and want to say something.

Wu Yong's eyes widened, and Shi Chang immediately coaxed: "Subordinates retire!"

Li Jinglan looked at the roof of the big tent with his eyes and his arms behind his back.

Wu Yong "coughed" twice, and seeing that Li Jinglan was unmoved, he whispered: "What's inside, do you want to re-pick it up?"

"A pot?"

"Deal!" Wu Yong hurriedly agreed.

Li Jinglan turned around proudly and walked out of the big tent.

Wu Dashuai is very depressed! The plot is not quite right! This is not logical!

"Actually, my bottom limit is three pots!" Outside the big tent, Li Jinglan mended the knife.

Wu Dashuai's black face turned purple, and a voice in his chest shouted: "Why?"

"Because, I'm ......even more shameless" As if hearing Wu Dashuai's inner shout, Li Jinglan replied outside the tent.

"Roll ......."