Check in from the bright sword

The jeep easily drove to the gate of the shelter, even easier than when Wang Yan came out.

Stopping the jeep with one foot, Wang Yan opened the door and jumped out of the car, and then stepped into the gate in two steps.

I saw that the cannon fodder responsible for finding food had already returned to the storage station, and the earthen jars that served as cauldrons had also been erected, and even the fire had been lit.

The snake butt is chopping vegetables.

Dou Cake was squatting to light the fire.

Li Wula was still in a daze.

Non-spicy and Yaoma are fighting with each other.

Milong was lying on his recliner unchanged for thousands of years.

As usual, Yangdanzi stood by and fanned Milong.

Hearing footsteps, more than a dozen cannon fodder immediately turned their heads.

"Officer Ah Yi is gaining weight, and the pork has fallen."

"Come back empty-handed, I'm afraid I didn't get any pork."

"I don't have a tael of pork, so I can only eat cabbage stewed vermicelli."

As soon as the words were finished, Meng Fanle also walked into the gate with a limp leg, hands behind his back.

Not spicy, so he immediately said: "I'm afraid I don't even have vermicelli, so I can only eat boiled cabbage in salt water."

Wang Yan glanced over the faces of more than a dozen cannon fodder, and said in a deep voice, "What are you still doing, hurry up and move the supplies."

"Officer, what are you talking about? Are you sure you won't put a fart on us?" Yao Ma said with a smile, without the awe that a corporal should have for a major.

Bula imitated the Sichuan accent and said: "Officer Ah Yi put an iron lump and smashed you to death with a hammer."

A dozen cannon fodder burst into laughter, but the next second, the laughter stopped abruptly.

Because Meng Fanle raised his hands behind his back, revealing two pieces of bacon.

"Bacon!" Kang Ya dashed forward and snatched one of the bacon.

Bula snatched another piece of bacon, and hurriedly shielded his back if he wanted numbness, the snake's buttocks were half a beat behind, and didn't grab the bacon, so it could only jump and scream anxiously: "Give me the yu, give me the yu. "

Although Dou Cake really wanted to touch the oily bacon, it couldn't squeeze into the crowd at all.

So he could only stand outside the crowd and watch in frustration. Turning his head inadvertently, he saw Wang Yan dragging a whole fan of pork from the trunk of the jeep.

Seeing this, Douban immediately yelled.

The sound was so loud that the roof shattered.

Milong, who was dozing on his back on the couch, immediately shivered and fell down.

"Doubing, what are you crying about, you bastard?" Mi Long sat up from the ground and cursed loudly, "It makes me get goosebumps all over my body."

In normal times, Douban would definitely be scared into a chicken.

But this time, Douban ignored it completely, or didn't hear it at all.

The bean cake rushed to the person who wanted Ma like a whirlwind, and shouted: "Brother Ma, pork! Pork meat!"

"Pork is a hammer." He asked others not to fan the bean cakes, but he himself slapped the bean cakes without a trace of softness. He slapped the bean cakes on the back of the head and cursed, "You fucking want to eat pork and want to go crazy?"

"No, there is really pork." Douban said, pointing to the gate.

More than a dozen cannon fodders such as Yao Ma, Bu La, Kang Ya, etc. all turned their heads to look back, and then stood there in a daze.

The entire containment station suddenly became deathly silent, only firewood burning and crackling at the bottom of the tank.

Li Wula, who was in a daze in the corner, also turned her head, and in the next second, her dull eyes lit up.

Chapter 8 The King of Shelter

The entire containment station fell silent suddenly, making Milong feel a little uncomfortable.

Opening his eyes, Yangdanzi also stopped his movements, stopped fanning, and stared straight at the direction of the gate of the shelter.

Milong also subconsciously turned his head to look.

Just in time to see Wang Yan walking in with a whole fan of pork on his back.

Throwing the pork on the stone platform, Wang Yan yelled at a dozen cannon fodders: "Why are you all standing still? Hurry up and get supplies in the car! Don't you want to eat?"

The dozen or so cannon fodder still couldn't believe it.

They turned their heads to look at Meng Fan again.

Mengfan nodded vigorously and said, "Move the supplies."

A dozen or so cannon fodder woke up like a dream, and came out to carry supplies with a yell.

There are many people and strength, and a dozen cannon fodders emptied the supplies in the car in one trip.

Wang Yan was about to ask Veterinarian Hao to arrange surgery when a tall figure suddenly stood in front of him.

"Small sample, are you capable enough?" Milong pointed to the supplies that were brought into the yard by cannon fodder, "Did you get these supplies? How much did you spend? Who did you get them from?"

Wang Yan said coldly: "Get up and drive, don't get in the way."

"What?" Milong turned his head and said with a look of astonishment, "What did you just say?"

A few meters away, more than a dozen cannon fodders who were fighting also stopped one after another, as if they were being restrained by someone using immobilization, and they all stared blankly at Milong and Wang Yan.

Ah Yi's body is not really thin, but very strong.

Moreover, Ah Yi's height is not shorter than Milong's, and he can almost look at him head-on.

Wang Yan stared straight into Milong's eyes, and said word by word: "I told you to go away!"

"What the hell?" Mi Long had already heard clearly, but he still couldn't believe his ears.

Wang Yan didn't bother to talk any more nonsense, he just pushed Milong away, Milong staggered two steps before barely stopping, almost fell to the ground.

"I'll kill you!"

Milong, who came back to his senses, was like an enraged lion, leaping at Wang Yan with open arms.

But unfortunately, not only is Milong weaker in strength, but also in fighting skills.