Roaming In The World Of Film And Television.

Chapter 111

After leaving the shelter, Lin Yue left Zenda on foot and walked towards the Nu River.

The current Zenda does not strictly supervise the broken and wounded soldiers, and is basically in a stocking state. They only give a little money to buy vegetable leaf vermicelli every month, and there is almost no medicine or clothing.

But this is also better than being a deserter, at least one bite to eat, not to die of starvation, and the border of Yunnan is still peaceful, and there is no fear that the Japanese army will invade and harass.

Lin Yue asked the location of Mingji Qipo from a few old farmers in the countryside, and it took him half an hour to reach the garrison of the cannon fodder regiment in the future.

Xingtiandu has not been blown up yet, the Nu River is rolling eastward, the green hills on the opposite bank are lush, and there are apes crying in the South Tianmen.

Sitting on the edge of the cliff, Lin Yue breathed the unique humidity of the southern jungle, and slowly sorted out the diversity plot of “My Leader, My Group”.

After almost an hour, he found a hidden place to release the eight meals in the portable space.

The Akita is okay, but it’s too tired to maintain a posture for a long time. After coming out, he lay on the ground and panted. It took about a minute to relax. Shake and hug the hair on his body. , Looked at the rushing river and the verdant mountains with excitement.

Most of the time, it cats on the balcony of the bedroom. Going down the bend and strolling around the community, go to the children’s playground in front to scare the three-year-old child, or talk to the fat cat raised by the beauty next door through the window. Sincerely, how could I have been to such a spacious and comfortable place.

“From today on, you have to learn to adapt to the life of the mountains and jungles.” Lin Yue rubbed its head and pointed to a rock protruding from the mountain a few hundred meters away after the fresh energy after the eighth meal: “Despite the mission It’s very important, but don’t run too far. When I need you, I will come over here in the evening to blow my whistle.”

After finishing patting its ass: “Go, try to be careful, don’t be stewed into a pot of dog meat soup by those soldiers.”

Baton licked his face and walked deep in the dense forest with two butt balls, and soon disappeared.

After all, it is a living creature rewarded by the system. The Akita itself is a large breed of dog, fierce and keen, good at hunting, and the intelligence of Baton is much above the level. As long as the previous adaptation period is passed, life in the jungle is not difficult.

More importantly, the system’s settings for Baton are similar to its own. As long as the mission content does not indicate the Death penalty, even if it is really shot to death, it will be reborn when it returns to the real world.

After dealing with the eight meals, Lin Yue returned to Zenda on the original road.

The afternoon sun was a bit poisonous, and in the shadow under the porch lay a few wounded people who were taking a nap, covering their faces with hats to cover off the annoying flies, making a snoring or two from time to time.

Milong was sitting on the steps in front of the Westinghouse, holding a piece of watermelon where he gnawed, and there was more than half of the wooden table on the right hand side that was not cut. The red and green contrasted in the sun, and it was vivid in the broken tiles.

The well-known cheeky man in the containment station, Li Liansheng (nicknamed Li Wula), the second lieutenant platoon leader of the Northeast Army, stood beside him, staring at him unblinking with both eyes, greedy worms running around in his stomach.

Milong’s little attendant, Yangdanzi, was holding an aluminum can on the ground to pick up the watermelon seeds he spit out.

A little further away, a group of soldiers gulped while watching the uncle fan eating watermelon.

At Zenda, it’s not bad for the soldiers to be able to eat. Drinks, sweets and so on are completely luxury items.

With the current situation that 80% of the personnel in the shelter cannot find a dime in their pockets, the dragon who can afford to eat watermelon can be said to be a well-deserved rich person, and it is also the middle class of the town when placed in the local area.

Although many people are unhappy with his country’s hard fortune and the black market in the detention center, no one dared to snatch him. For one thing, this guy is very good at hitting him, and the start is quite dark. In doing this, not to mention that Milong is just hoarding odds. Compared with the empty salary, the real power chief who resells arms and supplies is at most a small shrimp.

When Lin Yue walked into the courtyard, Li Wula flicked to the wooden table where the watermelon was placed, picked up a slap-wide piece of watermelon and ran.

Milong was stunned for a moment, put down the watermelon and chased after him: “I fucking kill you.”

The two of them gnawed while fleeing, chased and cursed the other, and went from the courtyard on the first floor to the corridor on the second floor. In the end, Li Wula was rushed to the wooden balcony and there was no room to move.

“Look at your bearish look, the Northeast people’s face is lost to you.”

Milong cursed while beating, kicking down three wooden handrails.

“Look, look, I’ve set up a stage to sing.”

“Hit, hit, hit, hit to death.”

“Look, see, kill his turtle son.”

Seeing the excitement is not too big for the soldiers below, they clap their hands and applaud them one by one.

Cantonese soldier Ma Dazhi (nicknamed Snake Butt) saw that no one noticed, walked quietly to the front of the wooden table, took out the other kitchen knife in his waist and cut it down, and neatly divided the remaining half of the watermelon into two pieces. The soldier Li Sifu (nicknamed Ma) put his back behind him and probed forward: “Snake butt, get a piece of it for me, too.”

Click.

It went down again.

Snake’s ass picked up the biggest piece of watermelon and found a place to steal it. Who wanted to twist his shoulder to the side with a strong force, and when he saw someone coming, the kitchen knife in his hand was snatched away.

“Lin Yue, what are you doing? When the lost dragon saw that everyone didn’t have to eat.”

Lin Yue ignored him, took a few clicks with the kitchen knife, divided half of the watermelon into several pieces, picked up the middle part and walked towards the West Chamber.

The people standing behind had no time to complain, and rushed to grab the remaining small pieces.

“Plane him, plan him.”

Snake’s ass froze and splashed, but he didn’t forget to booze: “Fuck the yin leg.”

Yaoma hid behind the crowd, took a bite of a watermelon, subconsciously glanced aside, and was stunned.

Lin Yue didn’t hide at the corner of the corner to eat like them, walked to the wounded soldiers sitting at the root of the western wall, and passed the watermelon in his hand.

A wounded soldier with gauze on his head looked at him, and then at the lost dragon who had beaten Li Wula violently.

“Eat, don’t be afraid of him.”

At this moment, a wounded soldier with a lame leg couldn’t help it anymore, picking up the biggest piece and gnawing at his mouth.

The wounded soldier with his head wrapped in gauze didn’t hesitate when he saw it, and grabbed a piece of it with those dark hands and ate it.

The wounded man with a bandage on his arm also grabbed a piece. After eating the watermelon flesh, he gnawed the white part of the inside of the peel in half.

Without “thank you” or other words of gratitude, several wounded men just looked at him with weird eyes.

Lin Yue smiled at them and turned and walked forward. At this moment, the people watching the excitement let out an exclamation, and when he looked up, he saw Milong grabbing Li Wula’s clothes and lifting him up.

He saw a round dustpan used by Veterinarian Hao for drying medicine next to him, turned it over and kicked it under the balcony.

After two breaths, Li Wula took the melon skin down from the sky, and fell heavily to the ground, crushing the round dustpan, and did not forget to pick up a piece of watermelon that fell in the soil and fill it into her mouth.

ps: If you haven’t seen the group leader, you can take the time to watch it. It’s a good one in the domestic TV series. Because there are many characters, it can be regarded as a group drama. It is easier to understand the characteristics of each character in the book.