My captain My team Chapter 42????? The dragon rushed towards us and shouted: "Have you seen my wife and children?" Dr. Hao said, "Didn't we cross the river already?"

  "Didn't see! Someone's been kidnapped! He's a dead fatso! In this day and age, no one who's fat is any good!"

  "Hey, slow down on the drinking!"

  The dragon protested: "I didn't drink a single drop! I've been looking for my wife all along! ...Whoever you are, don't move! My wife and son, they're gone missing, someone must have kidnapped them!"

  That someone was dead, he got up from among us and walked to a desolate place. The dragon's indiscriminate roar only made him stop in his tracks, look around, and then leave with a bitter smile.

  We no longer bother with the dragon and continue our revelry. How can a group of country folk treat their perceived heroes? It's just that if you want to eat, they give you food; if you want to drink, they give you drink. On the ground where we sat, in front of each person were placed bowls and dishes from several families, the contents of which would seem like a mess on a day when one is full. We took a bite of pork with our left hand and a mouthful of pomegranate with our right, while a group of country villagers chuckled and smiled as they smoked their pipes and chewed on betel nuts.

  The dragon's eyes were dim and its body was weak as it loaded the second barrel of gunpowder into the bird's muzzle, muttering to itself: "My wife, my son, my deputy shooter."

  I unfortunately ate a chili pepper that could be used as tear gas, and was brought a bowl of lifesaving water by an old lady with a smile. I drank the water to fulfill the host's courtesy.

  "Where is your son?... A young man?" I asked him, then patted my own chest, "A boy!"

  The old woman began to wipe her eyes with the hem of her apron, "He went to repair the road. He's dead."

  I suddenly choked. The dragon roared again outside our line of sight: "Where's my wife?" Accompanied by a loud rumble, but I stared at that face full of wrinkles, while others were busy eating and drinking, no one paid attention to him.

  I patted the thin and bony shoulder, looked at him leaving us sitting in a quiet place, he was about to leave both the street and the fields, he gave us his back as he faced the fields.

  After four years of fighting, I began to recognize a strange principle: the battlefield is merciful, either dead or alive, while the world of humans is cruel. The thing it has prepared for you is called "no way out".

  I suddenly want to sit with him together.

  I stood up and wanted to walk towards the dead, but another person walked ahead of him: The dragon took the empty bird gun in his hand, clearly wanting to hit it hard from behind.

  The dragon was muttering to itself: "Don't make a sound, I'll fix that damned fool."

  "Hold it right there, Miroku!"

  That little brat walked away as if nothing had happened. I followed him, not believing he would really throw it, but I couldn't guarantee that the idiot in front of me wouldn't really throw it either.

  I followed the lost dragon, the lost dragon went towards death, we both left the crowd.

  I shouted again: "Mí Lóng!"

  The dragon didn't seem to hear me, its arm muscles bulging as it held the bird gun upside down, and I started to worry that it was really going to attack.

  Suddenly, a chill ran down my spine. I turned my gaze away from the dragon and saw a huge dog charging towards me from the slope. It was one of those guys that you can't forget at first glance, one of those guys who make your balls shrink just by looking at them - so I remembered it very clearly, the one that ran wildly in Zenda City and its outskirts when I left Zenda, like an arrow shot out in the rainy ground.

  Now its fur is standing on end, in a purely attacking posture, undoubtedly charging towards the dead body behind it.

  "I raised my voice, 'Mí Lóng!!!!'"

  We always manage to sense danger, and my puzzled dragon also picked up on the wrong tone of voice. He turned around, and his ready bird gun was just in time to fire at the big dog after a two-step dash.

  The dragon swung its tail and charged forward...

  Then he got a mouthful of mud, which was the result of being pushed and tripped at the same time.

  Then I watched as the man who had been knocked down by the dog got up and charged at the big dog, I couldn't tell if the dog had knocked him down or he had collided with the dog. The man and the dog were rolling on the ground, the dog was growling lowly, while the man was barking like a dog. I stared for a long time and still thought they were in a life-and-death struggle.

  But I did see him smiling, and I had never seen him before, nor had I ever seen anyone smile so happily, happily to the point where it made me want to cry, happily to the point where I didn't even notice the sudden stillness of the cars and the crowd's noise.

  You're really close to the dog, "Haven't you been taken away by a bitch? There are wolves in this mountain, female wolves! Don't you look down on them? Have you fought? Killed a few? Are you now the Zen Master of Dog King?"

  I stared blankly. The dragon crawled up and knelt on the ground, staring blankly.

  "He's finally remembered to explain to us, 'I never knew what it meant to run away with one's tail between one's legs! The guy who almost made me do the same! We're sworn brothers in life and death! No need for a ritual of brotherhood!' He immediately started tangling with that big dog again, 'Stop being a dog, you! Your old man went to the mountains to take down Wolf Grandpa's lair, why don't you become the wolf king instead?!'"

  I suddenly realized that what I saw was a family. I don't know where he came from, but this terrifying dog is the only life hanging in the so-called home.

  I still feel that chill in my heart has not dissipated but instead intensified, I turned my head around in the silence and saw a tall and slender figure like a spear out of the corner of my eye, I turned back again and felt it wasn't right, so I completely turned my body around and stared at Yu Xiaoqing with wide eyes.

  Yu Xiaoqing, still with the air of a great responsibility bestowed upon him from heaven, had his truck and jeep parked nearby our seats. The nineteen survivors were all silent as cicadas in winter. His elite guards Zhang He, Li Yu and others stood behind him, along with a group of stern-looking military police and an unassuming fifty-year-old man who didn't look like a soldier at all.

  He finally stopped messing around with his dog brother, got up, brushed himself off, and gave a salute - I don't even remember the last time he did that.

  Yu Xiaoqing returned a courtesy, his hand still pressed on his Colt, I had no doubt he would draw the gun and shoot me just like he did to the now-dead commander of the Special Task Force on the east bank of the Nujiang River. Standing in front of him made one feel somewhat withered, after all, a knife's edge is always more dazzling than cotton.

  "He said: 'Fortunately, the dam has withstood the raging waves and the riverbank has been reinforced...'"

  Yu Xiaoqing spoke like a sharp knife, immediately cutting off his words, "It's your fate, it's your duty. I'm talking about you."

  "Die, die! With a face full of slobber, he continued to say: '... Another word, nine tripod cauldrons, timely firing cannons, here there is no distinction between military and civilians, every life is given by the team leader.'"

  "The lives of ordinary people are their own. Your lives, which were obtained by fleeing in panic, are not your concern, it's what I hate the most." Yu Xiao Wei said.

  "The orders I gave them...," he said with a dismissive wave of his hand, then looked at us and added, "have always been fine."

  Yu Xiaoqing nodded, "Very good. You should be able to let a group of scattered soldiers and brave warriors fight this desperate battle. It has nothing to do with them, I understand."

  He died with a loud thud, made a big bow and presented what was in his hand, "In short, great kindness doesn't need to be thanked."

  Yu Xiaoqing didn't even go see that Southern-style sword in Deadla's hand, "I don't like using Japanese pirates' objects."

  "Deadly deadly explained: 'It was brought from the South Heavenly Gate, the original owner was a lieutenant colonel, and his name is on the gun handle.'"

  Yu Xiaoqing glanced at the gun handle, "Tachibana Kiyoo, Deputy Commander of the Japanese Army's Takeuchi Brigade, with a prestigious family background, but his bravery and strategy are only on paper. The real deal was killed by the fake one, it can be seen that heroes don't ask about their origins."

  Die la die la just in that word hide a knife, with all one's might laugh, "If the Nan Tian Men use troops is Yu Tuan Zuo, I'm afraid the bamboo inside his own pistol also will be here."

  "Doesn't your high hat make people dislike you? I'm not good at fighting unprepared wars. If I were the one on top of the South Heaven Gate, I wouldn't even be able to fight as well as you." Yu Xiao Wei said, then weighed that gun in his hand, "Thanks - caught."

  That guy is expressionless, the drop in tone between two sentences is really big. His followers don't care about these things, they just wiped their shoulders and wanted to hang themselves.

  Yu Xiaoqing said, "Soldiers must have a respectful heart." Zhang Lixian and He Shuguang were still tied up with ropes. They probably didn't respect anyone except Yu Xiaoqing, so he yelled, "Handcuffs! Not ropes!"

  Those people finally came to their senses and used relatively civilized handcuffs. He was lucky, we've all seen the head of the special forces being tied up like a pig waiting to be slaughtered.

  I wasn't that surprised, but for the other twenty people, this change was indeed too sudden. They hadn't even had time to react, and just because the gendarmes' guns weren't raised and aimed at us didn't mean they weren't intentionally pointed in our direction. As soon as Ming Long took a step forward, he was warned by He Shuguang with a finger pointed at his nose, and the unloaded bird gun was also taken away from him.

  I stopped the puzzled dragon, "Don't move! You don't know what's going on!"

  The dragon looked at me, then glared at He Shuguang, and finally stared at the dead body to find an answer.

  He waved his hand carelessly, letting him return to our midst, and also gave me a slight bow as a sign of gratitude. He did all this with an air of showing off the handcuffs he had while we didn't. "Take care of my little brother."

  I know he was talking about his dog, "I'm afraid your little brother will eat us up."

  He smiled and bent down to rub the dog's head, perhaps saying something or perhaps nothing at all, but the dog's reaction made you have no choice but to treat it like a person, and a very mature one at that. It sniffed at the handcuffs, then looked up with a sad expression, turned around and got into the truck under human guidance - without even letting out a low growl.

  It's actually us humans, people like Mi Long and Bu La, who need to be held back by me, using words to suppress them: "Don't mess around, if you really care about him then don't mess around."

  "Why?"

  I looked at his sad and disheartened pale face, I moved my mouth, but said nothing.

  Zhang Lixian came over and bowed to A Yi, who was so dazed that he forgot to return the bow.

  "Didn't you say you were a member of the 15th Military Officer Training Corps?" Zhang Lixian asked.

  "...... You're from the 17th generation."

  Zhang Lixian didn't come to socialize, "The superior officer called you over."

  It wasn't Yu Xiaoqing who called him over, but a fifty-year-old military man with an ordinary face, who signaled to him with his eyes. Although worldly, he was friendly enough to make Ai Yazi's cold heart suddenly warm up - the man wore a colonel's badge, but you couldn't tell his identity from that alone.

  A Yi immediately turned around and left with 17 or 18 question marks.

  Yu Xiaoqing glanced at the car that was already packed to the brim, then looked at us. If he still had a hint of reverence and regret when looking at the car, as soon as he looked at us, he immediately felt disgusted. I hung my head, Mí Lóng rubbed his nose with one hand in his pocket, and Hao Shouyi... just his old face was unsightly, let alone his military uniform.

  "They look like soldiers, yet like bandits; they look like civilians, yet like thieves." He couldn't bear to look at them and turned his head to his subordinates, "Find a place for them to clean up. If we let them out looking like this, the villagers will lose trust in our army."

  Then he turned around and walked away.

  The car drove away, and people dispersed. Although I was very tired, the wheels had nothing to do with us, and we still stood there. The dog seemed to have something to say, took a few steps closer to me, causing me to subconsciously take a step back.

  I stared at it, it stared back at me, I was perplexed, it was sorrowful.

  "He Shuguang yelled: 'Let's go! Let's go! The team leader said we can't stay here!'"

  We started pedaling our bicycles in the dusty smoke at the back of the car, and the inferior oil was burning fiercely, so we had to lower our heads.

  It was clear that the Zen masters did not think we had lost our military formation, they continued to disrupt our already disorganized formation, stuffing us with food that we hadn't even finished eating earlier. I lowered my head and looked at the dog walking next to me, every time it got too close to me, I dodged a little further away, outside of my line of sight, the soldiers escorting us were shouting, but the food was still being stuffed into us, the remaining flowers were thrown onto our bowed heads, then fell to the ground and were trampled by our feet.

  A returned to our midst, and immediately had a huge durian thrust into his hands. The awkward expression on his face made me find the situation amusing despite the silence of the journey.

  I said: "A Yi, from now on you can use it as a betrothal gift."

  That guy actually replied very formally: "The Xiongnu have not been destroyed, how can I worry about my family?"

  I couldn't help but laugh at the shameless remark, which made me slightly lift my head, and then a flower branch was thrown into my eye corner.

  This is the most vicious flower that has been thrown, it's a kind of thorny plant, and it flew in spinning around, the stem just happened to poke at the most sensitive spot on my eye. I suddenly felt so much pain that I was dizzy and covered one eye with tears streaming down to look for the culprit.

  The perpetrator stood two or three meters away from me on the side of the road, covering her mouth with her hand still holding a few stalks of those damned flowers that she hadn't had time to throw out. She stared at me with wide eyes and I glared back at her with my one usable eye, our shock and anger suddenly becoming unthinkable.

  The porter was yelling at me to hurry, but I didn't respond in kind with the Hunan dialect. Dr. Hao bumped into me, and all this commotion, along with the scars and bewilderment left by the long war, as well as the despicable team I was on and Zhen Da, all disappeared. I just tried my best to use one eye, plus another that was staring desperately, tears streaming down, to look at Xiao Zui.

  On the road from Myanmar to Chiang Dao, I look calm on the outside but am a madman inside.

  I'm thinking of a woman, I stole her money, but I think she's not because of this, it's because she wants to fill something in her empty heart that is prepared to welcome death.

  I stared at her like a wooden chicken, with one eye streaming with tears. Finally, Xiao Zui remembered to make up for his mistake and started throwing flowers on the ground to look for her handkerchief. It was really like a bear cub peeling corn with one paw and throwing it away with the other.

  I was pushed and shoved by the crowd, and the handkerchief she handed me was lost in the chaos. She chased after us outside the crowd, trying to give me the handkerchief, as if that piece of cloth had become the key to our escape from suffering, while I searched for that fleeting glimpse in the sea of people.

  She ran while handing over a handkerchief and said: "Wipe your eyes!"

  I was pushed and pulled, shouting irrelevantly: "Go back! Go back!"?

  She followed us all the way until Yu Xiaoqing arranged a place for us and was blocked out of my sight by a brick wall.

  After dying seventeen or eighteen times, I finally confirmed that I had returned home.

  The dusk is deep and has engulfed us.

  The soldiers of the Shi department had set up a sentry post at the gate, but they didn't need to be vigilant. We didn't have the mind to betray or the courage to rebel, so they were suspicious rather than vigilant as they stared at us. Since Yu Xiaoqing came to recruit soldiers last time, this place has been completely emptied out. The remaining people had disappeared without a trace, including Yang Danzi and our idle station master who spent his days eating and drinking. What we saw now was a place that had been uninhabited and unmanaged for over half a month.

  We were stared at suspiciously by the sentry, and we stood blankly in the yard, looking at this place where we had lived and known. Even though it was dilapidated, it had been swept away, Hao Shouyi's hospital had only a few broken bamboo boards left, which used to be its partition wall, our gathering place, everything related to braised pork with vermicelli was gone, the pot and stove were gone, leaving only a few broken bricks that could sit on and the wooden board that Ah Yi wrote on still existed, with "braised pork with cabbage and vermicelli" written on it. The door of the house where Mi Long stored things was wide open, no need to look inside to know it was empty, the flower tree that Mi Long had pulled out and broken into pieces was still lying on the ground in two sections.

  Yu Zhi is the one who escorted us here, he shouted: "Disperse!"

  We didn't form a queue, just numbly gathered in a heap. He didn't care and walked away on his own. We dispersed aimlessly, then quietly scattered to our respective corners.

  The dragon entered the room that once belonged to him and closed the door.

  Hao Shouyi let out a sigh and went to study at his hospital.

  A translated and came up with a broken flower tree root.

  Not spicy, piling up the remaining bricks in the same way as we originally placed our buttocks, and then sat on their own piece, dazed.

  The snake is learning to speak like Kang Ya, although the Cantonese accent can't be accurate for Shanxi dialect, but everyone knows who he's imitating. "Is there pork? Is there Chinese cabbage? Is there spicy mustard? Does Kang Ya have it?"

  "I'll beat you up." Wei Lie threatened.

  The ghost who wasn't spicy knew what he was thinking of, and had a bit of a crying face. The snake's butt pulled out an even uglier crying face and stuck it on, "Waaah waaah waaah!"?

  Not until a loud slap landed on his face did he finally burst into tears.

  Don't be sad: "Cry cry cry!"?

  The snake's butt didn't cry, a big slap was slapped back, "Cry cry cry!"

  I turned my face away, not wanting to look at those two treasures anymore, but the "crying" and slapping sounds still lingered in my ears. I held Xiao Zui's handkerchief in my hand - that thing finally ended up in my hands - with a swollen eye. This place made me feel like it was hard to stay any longer, so I hastily walked towards the gate.

  The sentry, a Manchu bannerman, glared at me with his rifle at the ready, "Halt! Who goes there?"

  The sentinel, a Hunanese fellow, with a cold yellow face that thought it was very thoughtful, nodded at me and said, "Newly issued gun, don't force me to fire."

  I tilted my head to look at those two ordinary people holding guns, treating themselves like kings of killing, just like enemies at the gate. They held their guns like they were holding wooden sticks, without even cocking the hammers. The mud egg (a nickname) hugged his arm, with the gun slung over his elbow, this useless and awkward way of holding a gun apparently made him feel very stylish. My tilted head gaze made them very annoyed, after a while, the mud egg lowered his head and struggled to find the gun's safety catch.

  The Mourning Star came over and pulled me away, scolding those two guys: "Even if you've eaten divine dung, don't put on airs. We're all from Yunnan, after all."

  Man Han suddenly became very curious, "You're also from Yunnan?"

  The Mourning Star didn't bother him, and helped me to the corner to sit down. This guy is quiet but has a kind heart, usually when I'm free, he helps me stretch my legs and puts them in a comfortable position.

  He said to me: "You can't go out. I know what you're thinking, you can't go out."

  "I glanced around and changed the subject: 'The wound is bound too tightly.'"

  Then he helped me loosen the belt. I leaned my head against the wall, looking at the dead dog wandering in the yard, which was the most confident and least confused guy among us.

  We returned to the house, the shelter, a place that Yu Xiaoqing had requested would not damage the military's prestige. We walked in circles, thinking we had gone very far, but ultimately kicked against the same rock that had tripped us up once before.