Zhong Yuemin was catching chicken from a square pot. The hot and fragrant steam made him unable to open his eyes, but he didn't care.

This is the first hot meal I have eaten after crossing the border, or chicken!

So how can you care about these things?

I picked it up, grinned and tore off a chicken leg, and put it up with my big mouth. In an instant, half of the meat on the chicken leg was gone!

The mouth was so hot that it hurt, but I couldn't bear to vomit it out, so I couldn't help but breathe out and said vaguely:

"It's cooked...just...just eat!"

As soon as he turned around, he saw Li Kuiyong dragging a San soldier in.

"Eat quickly, there's a bad battle!"

Zhang Haiyang and Ning Wei didn't care about catching chicken, so they picked up their guns and rushed forward. Zhong Yuemin was shocked, chewed it twice and swallowed it in one bite, and asked with his neck in his mouth:

“What’s the situation?”

Li Kuiyong said:

"I suspect there is a company nearby, so we have to retreat quickly!"

Ning Wei suddenly became excited:

"Brother, let's do it again?"

Li Kuiyong shook his head:

"This place is so spacious, and we don't know if the other party has heavy weapons. It's too much of a loss when fighting. Take the time to take a few bites, withdraw back to the mountains and then curate them!"

So, everyone began to concentrate on eliminating the chicken.

After a meal, I swallowed it and then went down a large bowl of hot chicken soup. I felt relieved all over and felt excited.

By this time, it was already dark.

A San's pursuer did not appear. Zhong Yuemin burped, walked over and kicked A San in a coma, and said with a smile:

"The soldiers did not return to the camp, but no one came out to look for them. It can be seen that the military discipline of the garrison here has been undone. This is good news. It is time to take advantage of the mess to mess with him!"

Li Kuiyong said:

"No hurry, this tongue can speak English. Let's go back and review it. Maybe we can get some information to know ourselves and your enemy, and we will never be able to win a hundred battles!"

Zhang Haiyang just put down the bowl and said in confusion when he heard this:

"What's wrong with knowing English? But we don't know, it's not..."

As he said, his eyes widened:

"Kuiyong, don't say you can speak English?"

Li Kuiyong smiled:

“Is English difficult?”

There is one thing I don’t know whether to say it or not:

When my buddy passed the cet-6, you were still talking on the TV!

The three of them looked at each other and smiled bitterly. Taking advantage of the night to protect him, the group carried the unconscious A San and quietly left the village and sneaked into the dark forest...

The San soldier was awakened by a bunch of water. He opened his eyes in confusion. The crescent moon in the sky was like a ditch. The Brahmaputra River rushed down, muttering something in his mouth. When he turned around, he saw a burly black shadow!

He shrank back in panic, and his shoulder blades suddenly felt severely. He screamed in pain and turned around and saw a dagger with a flash of cold light. The tip of the knife had pierced into his back.

The man holding the knife was also wrapped tightly, leaving only two eyes shining. Two gun-carrying soldiers standing beside him, and they could be vaguely identified as their own.

A San waved his hand in panic and said a lot.

The burly black shadow opposite suddenly pulled out the dagger and penetrated it deeply into his thigh.

A San shouted bitterly, not daring to make a sound.

This person is naturally Li Kuiyong. He pulled out his dagger and asked in English:

"Name?"

Asan looked at him with grievance and asked for his name. Do you need to poke it again and again?

The encounter in the evening came to my mind. This man spoke so pure in English and was very angry at his own failure to return to the camp. Could it be that the senior official sent from above?

But why did he wear the clothes of ordinary soldiers?

He did not doubt Li Kuiyong's identity. After all, A San has more than 1,600 dialects, and there are many situations when he meets a chicken and a duck. At this time, inauthentic English is the key to solving the dilemma.

"Johan Singer."

Li Kuiyong stabbed another time, and Qiao Han curled up in pain.

This time, Li Kuiyong did not ask questions immediately. He walked to the river with his hands behind his back, as if he had lost interest in Qiao Han.

Qiao Han felt his blood gushing. He didn't know what this strange-tempered senior official wanted to do, but he still wanted to live, so he endured the pain and said:

"Sir, what do you want to do?"

Li Kuiyong turned around and another knife, Qiao Han wailed:

"Sir, I was wrong. I shouldn't have left the military camp without authorization... You can live my life, I'll take you to see... the company commander?"

Li Kuiyong kicked him in a heart-wrenching manner and said angrily:

"Company Commander? He is not worthy yet!"

Qiao Han burst into tears. He was about to collapse and said tremblingly:

"I'm sorry... I'm sorry, sir... But there is no officer here who is higher than the company commander..."

Li Kuiyong's eyes lit up and he said angrily:

"Fuck, there should be a camp here, you group of scammers who are vain!"

He kicked him again, and Qiao Han wailed and rolled around, then rolled and crawled at his feet, begging for mercy:

"Sir, there is no battalion, really... never before!"

Li Kuiyong roared around in an irritable circle:

"There is no camp, but there is no camp. What should I do if the horse-studded person is not there?"

Qiao Han became more and more scared as he looked at him, and his body kept trembling. Suddenly, he saw Li Kuiyong squatting down, looking at him coldly, and squeezed out from his teeth:

"Say... have you even received a vacant salary?"

Qiao Han said in a trembling voice:

"No, no... We have three platoons in a row, three platoons in each platoon, and each platoon is full, with a total of 112 people."

"Which class are you from?"

"I, I am the platoon leader of the third row, the commander."

"Is there any heavy firepower?"

"Sir, each squad is light and heavy, does it count as two machine guns? There is no more..."

"Mad, I'm so shabby, I don't even have a rpg?"

"Sorry, sir, no..."

Li Kuiyong stood up irritably, circled around, and kicked a stone into the river. Qiao Han trembled all over and curled up on the ground, not daring to speak.

After a while, Li Kuiyong asked again:

"Where is the camp? I'm going to meet your shit company commander!"

Qiao Han struggled to get up, looked around with the moonlight, and replied:

"Sir, go down the river and go around the village to the east. There is a small road with dense forests on both sides. You will be there after walking three kilometers along the road... I, I will take you there?"

As he said that, he leaned over to Li Kuiyong.

"Bang!"

Qiao Han was punched hard on his head, fell down like a dead tree, and once again fell into endless darkness...

None of the other three people reacted. Seeing that Li Kuiyong beat and scolded him, and poked him with a knife, the San soldier was very terrible and seemed to have been very cooperative. Why did he knock the person out of nowhere?

Zhong Yuemin frowned and said:

"Kui Yong, did you ask?"

Li Kuiyong said:

"Walk down the river, go around the village and go east, and then walk three kilometers to station this fully-woven infantry company. Ning Wei, go and take a look!"

Ning Wei inserted his dagger back, his legs closed, and a military salute with a "pop":

"yes!"

Turning around and running, Li Kuiyong instructed him again:

"Be careful not to get too close. If you are discovered, fire a gun to warn yourself. Don't show off, hide in the dense forest next to the path and wait!"

"I know..."
Chapter completed!