My team leader, my team chapter 43????? The snake's butt poked again, fortunately they still had some feelings, and later they didn't hit each other in the face. Otherwise, the two would have beaten each other to a pulp by now. But even so, they were already fighting fiercely. The snake's butt said while poking: "I'll make you cry!"

  "Not spicy? You asked for it!"

  The snake's buttocks were lifted high, it seemed that this time was not going to let go until someone died, but it stopped and said, "I'll reason with you again, I'm your great-grandson!"

  "Not spicy at all? You're in trouble! 'Do you care? I'm your great-grandnephew!'"

  He didn't care, the snake's butt found a piece of broken brick farthest from the spicy one and sat down. You can wonder why such a large shelter is still sitting in that small circle surrounded by broken bricks - then two people stared at each other like two tired dogs panting.

  Hao the veterinarian dragged out a bunch of trash that even beggars wouldn't want from his hospital, walking between the two and interrupting their staring match. Old Man Hao looked at the expressions on the two people's faces with curiosity, but didn't say anything. When he passed by A Yi again, he stopped and squatted down, "A Yi, what's going on with this 'death' business? Tell me about it."

  But Ah Yi didn't say anything, Ah Yi just kept squatting there, flipping and turning over his withered tree roots.

  Because he had chatted with the big official, Ah Yi became a news release officer after being caught and taken away. He said that he was deceived, and Da La was not the captain of the team, nor even a lieutenant colonel, but just an annoying lieutenant. Annoying is a 24-year-old lieutenant, and Da La is a 34-year-old lieutenant, it can be said that there is no future at all.

  The Mourning Star finally managed to unwrap the bandage with a machete, and I gazed around listlessly amidst his busyness.

  The dead dog finally urinated in the yard, it has decided that this is its territory.

  When we were transported to Burma in batches, Yu Tuan had already retreated, and that guy was bold and domineering. A lieutenant colonel died under the Japanese artillery fire, and he stripped off his military rank and began issuing orders. He's finished, according to military law. Ah Yi said. The superior is magnanimous and does not pursue us blind followers who do not argue right or wrong, but the battle at Nantianmen has nothing to do with us, and the heroic feat of defending the Yangtze River against the crazy tide naturally has nothing to do with the defeated soldiers without a number or owner.

  The dead dog sat, looking at us. I could hardly bear its gaze; it looked at us with a sorrowful expression like a beast, but because it was a dog, it also had the same deadpan and picky look as it watched us.

  I turned my head and said, "That guy has a face that looks like it's going to harm people. I knew he was going to get us killed the moment I saw him."

  The Mourning Star raised its head vaguely, "Who?"

  "Who did you say it was?"

  The Mourning Star nodded in agreement, "Oh, that guy."

  We scolded him, but we didn't feel angry. We weren't angry yet kept scolding him.

  A Yi was surrounded by Hao Shouyi, and suddenly he cursed without reason: "Damn it! Damn it!"

  It's rare for Ah Yi to scold people, but Hao Shouyi didn't take it seriously. On the other side, Huo Qi was getting angry and very vigilant, "Who are you scolding?"

  "Ai said: 'Who did you say? Originally fighting such a battle, your first-class soldier should at least be promoted to sergeant!'"

  "Oh, damn it!" Not Spicy also cursed a sentence.

  Hao Shouyi let out a sigh, shook his head and stood up. He finally noticed the commotion caused by Wang Meng on my leg. "Wang Meng, stop messing around, I'll do it... Ah Yan, I don't know if it will work or not. They say that this is a place where you can stick in a chopstick and grow a bamboo forest. Why don't you try planting some more?"

  "It's all going to be burned as firewood anyway." Ah Yi said dejectedly.

  Hao Shouyi encouraged him: "Plant it and try."

  Then he started treating my leg. I looked over Dr. Hao's head at the dead dog, which was staring at us. They say dogs look down on people, but I felt like it was looking down on all living things.

  I tilted my head, staring blankly at the gate. The sentry Mudan and Manhan had finally learned to treat my long-term gaze as nothing, but their psychological quality was also doomed: I stared at the gate like this, forever a torment for them.

  The door of the dragon's den finally opened, and it was as heavy to open as it was to close. He ran outside someone else's house, staring at the eaves and urinating.

  A'Yi finally replanted his tree roots back in their original spot, but this was already the second day. With the meticulousness unique to his older brother, he dug a few extra earthworms into the soil and began talking to them: "Sorry to trouble you all. It's all the same no matter where you're moved to, just do what you need to do."

  A passing pedestrian muttered as he walked by, "Disgusting. You're just like a thief."

  The snake's fart heard the sound and chased after him, shouting: "Minglong, you're a master of wealth and nobility! If you don't stick your head out for one day, stick your head out and pee at the foot of my wall. All the pee that comes out belongs to me!"

  The dragon stopped and turned around, at this time his muscles were all sinister, "What's up?"

  The snake's butt was choked and it turned around. If it really couldn't come down, it would learn to bark like a dead dog.

  The dog responded with an absolutely chilling low growl, the snake's tail flicked once, and it quickly entered the house, almost tearing off the old door hinge when closing the door.

  The dragon laughed dryly twice, that kind of laughter without a hint of joy. A Yi buried his head and didn't look at him, I made way for him on the road back. The dragon is now single-mindedly causing trouble to vent his anger, life and death together are yesterday's yellow flowers.

  But the punk stood up next to me, he just wanted to cause trouble, "I know where that chick of yours lives, they all do that kind of thing there. You know?"

  "Get back inside, get back inside. You're going to sleep yourself to death."

  The dragonfly is driving me crazy, he stuffed his two hands under his armpits and flapped them, his two feet pattered and thudded, "Chick chick! Cheep cheep!"

  "What about your wife?"

  The dragon was extremely strong and laughed dryly twice, then inappropriately stared at the sky and sniffed his nose. This time when he went back to the house, he closed the door even more heavily than he had opened it.

  I stared at the dead dog, it wagged its tail, other dogs wag their tails to show hospitality, but when it happened on it... it seemed like mockery.

  We went back to the past, poking at each other's scars, and we had a ridiculous idea - that he died and his soul was attached to this dog, watching us make fools of ourselves.

  That's just like him.

  So I really wanted to hit that dog, I found a big stick, hitting any dog would be enough - except for this one, and it was looking at me calmly. So I picked up another one, another one similar to chopsticks, twice the length of chopsticks.

  I grasped those chopsticks tightly, plucked up my courage and walked towards that dog.

  She Bi Gong and Bu La came out of the house hand in hand, no one bothered to ask how they made up again. They quarreled out of boredom and made up out of boredom. Since Kang Ya and Yao Ma were both dead, these two had no choice but to become buddies.

  To counter the Mysterious Dragon, Not Spicy and Snake Butt became buddies again, but this duo was far less solid than Not Spicy's previous combination, in fact they used to bicker with each other more often than anything else.

  These two guys stood behind me watching me play with the dog, I was shyly holding that branch to get close to the dog, but the dog scared me and dropped the branch on the ground again. The weird laughter of those two sounded like twins, I glared at them.

  "How's my dog?" I asked.

  Don't laugh at me: "Your dog? You're like a cat in front of it."

  The snake's butt followed me and ridiculed me: "Being so shameless will get you struck by lightning. What's your dog's name?"

  I'm going to think of the most despicable name. Just right, I'm starving and thunder is rumbling. I rub my belly and say, "What's it called? Dog meat."

  "Dog meat?" The name was a huge stimulus for the equally starving Snake Butt, "Delicious meat! Old Soup Delicious Meat!"

  "Not spicy enough, lick your lips," "Add more chili peppers."

  I continued teasing with a small stick and dog meat, "I've studied it for half a day, it's suitable for braising."

  The snake's buttocks suddenly had a strange idea, "I say, guarding tens of kilograms of good meat and listening to the belly sing, why don't we stew it?"

  I half-heartedly replied to him: "Yeah, okay."

  The non-spicy spirit said with a straight face: "You come. I'll skin it and make you a dogskin quilt."

  The snake's buttocks saw that it could eat a little short circuit, licked its lips and got up straight, although it just wanted to touch the dog meat's fat and thin, but the dog meat finally looked at it with its eyes open, and hummed a low voice in its throat.

  The snake's reaction was just as I had imagined, shrinking back violently like a muscle spasm. "......This is not good. Why do I feel like it's looking at me like I'm human flesh?"

  So I and Dog Meat, Not Spicy were staring at the snake's butt together.

  "If it were you, I'd like it steamed." I said.

  The snake's buttocks made us two shudder, and we turned around and left. At this time, we heard the sound of a car, the car stopped in front of us, we stared at the gate, and those inside also came out from the house. Whether good or bad, it was an unexpected event.

  He Shuguang led a doctor and a small soldier in, holding not weapons but sacks of rice and flour, ammunition boxes filled with meat, vegetables, canned goods, and someone carrying an emergency medical kit. All this made our eyes widen with amazement as we were starving to the point of almost dying from laughter.

  "Where is your leader? Come out and receive the rations!" The shouting was just like his usual manner, but Ah Yi hastily ran out, and we all showed joyful expressions.

  The snake's buttocks happily said: "No need to eat dog meat anymore."

  "We both replied in unison: 'No need to eat snake butt anymore.'"

  He Shuguang glared at us, who were whispering to each other. It seemed he had been given a very difficult task. "The wounded move to the wall. The officer will send a doctor to take a look when they see you have wounded."

  "...Which officer?"

  He Shuguang glared at him and slapped a big ear, "Stand up straight! Superior soldier! Which officer is worthy of your questioning? - Who's the wounded?"

  He was beaten senseless for a while, and after thinking about it, he realized that this was the real deal, even under someone else's roof. He Xuguang was just a senior captain, but even Lieutenant Colonel A Yi was forced to nod and bow by him. I and several wounded soldiers raised our hands.

  He Shuguang told the people he brought: "You guys stay here and mend. I'll go out for a bit."

  He went out, and the people he left behind put down their food and started setting up a makeshift operating table to perform what was called suturing. Veterinarian Hao leaned in closer, he had something to do.

  The doctor asked him: "Is he wounded?"

  Hao Shouyi said: "No... what's up with our captain..."?

  The doctor impatiently said: "Not a little farther away - take off your pants."

  Old Hao reluctantly stood up, and I began to take off my pants.

  The old man reacted relatively slowly, he didn't think that we wouldn't starve to death because we already have a new master. We have a new master, which means... the person he asked is already dead.

  The doctor roughly pinched my leg, I gritted my teeth and stared at the sky, trying my best not to scream out loud.

  I had a piece of American biscuit in my mouth, buttoning up the new uniform, my pants no longer needed to be opened on my thigh to check the wound that would never heal - because it was almost healed, I could even squat halfway with an awkward posture, the lieutenant's rank badge was back on my clothes, I chewed on the biscuit, looking at the roots of A-ya's flower tree, the biological vitality here made me, a northerner, stare, and it even sprouted green buds - all this made me feel good.

  More than 20 days have passed, and the two armies are still facing each other across the river. The fake regimental commander has lost contact, and the only news is that Yu Xiaoqing's solid defense has been successful, and he has been promoted to division commander. He refused the rank of lieutenant general that came with it, saying that the west bank would not be restored, and he would forever hold a school position. This method made his superiors applaud, but what we care about most is that Commander Yu gave us enough food.

  My colleagues were snoring in the room, it was really fucking ups and downs, after waking up they themselves wouldn't believe that they could sing such high notes. I wanted to do something, so I dug down and tried to pull out A-Yi's tree roots, but this time A-Yi buried them very deep, couldn't move at all.

  I heard a low growl behind me, I started to smile wryly, I turned my head and looked at the dog meat. The growling sound was not threatening, but more reproachful.

  "I said: 'The dog is catching a mouse, what business is it of yours?'"

  The dog dug two paws into the ground, leaving with an uncertain expression. I made a gun shape with my hand and "shot" it, but it didn't have human fingers or a tongue to retaliate, so in some way, I won a victory.

  As long as I don't think too much, things will always go for the better. For example, the fake team leader didn't have the power to dismiss me from my position, so I became a lieutenant again, even if it's just an empty title; for example, we're all trying to forget that guy who made us neither human nor ghost, we learned to treat Dog Meat as just an ordinary dog, and we didn't make him into dog meat only because we couldn't afford to provoke him; for example, my relationship with the guy in charge of us has improved.

  I patted my bulging pocket and looked at our guards, who were made to feel somewhat embarrassed by my gaze, so they turned their heads away. I walked straight towards them, making them even more uncomfortable. I didn't know if I was a prisoner or an officer, and they were even more unsure whether they should salute me or not.

  I said to those two guys, "What's with the bravado? When that dog charges over, you'll both drop your guns and run. Hey, if you can really keep it up, I'll turn around and leave."

  Then Niudan and Manhan turned their heads, Niudan's face was full of discontent. Manhan is a local person from Zhen'da, with simple folk customs, no resistance, first showed his hand, "Niudan said, what you're saying is nonsense, teasing us poor people, and still want to listen seriously. After talking for a few days, counting, one person has killed three or two hundred devils."

  "Impossible! When I killed people, no one helped me count either."

  Muddy Egg let out a hum and said, "I've calculated it."

  "Fighting is a matter of life and death. What does my dad do? He's a bandit, a killer, a cutter of grass. I caught Zhou and his Browning. Why should we surrender now? In Burma, the Japanese called us the 21st Devils, the Seventh Brigade was the most ferocious, the material for killing people. Look at your hands, those paws, holding the shovel, and look at my hand, try to make a fist like me."

  I was born with soft bones, especially my fingers were so soft that they were almost deformed. So I could bend them to an extent that would have broken the bones of a normal person - let alone those who wield hoes and have fingers as hard as wood in the countryside. Manchu and Han looked on with their chins about to drop off, while Muddy Egg was filled with suspicion and exclaimed "Aiya ma de".

  "This is a natural-born killer's hand, it was born to hold guns. Think about it, my hand grasping your gun, faster than a machine gun - give me the gun." I said.

  "Mud Egg insisted: 'No way.'"

  Not only did they not give, but the guns that were originally slung over their shoulders were now tightly held at the ready, as if they feared that with a gun in my hand I would slaughter half of Zen Dashi's virtue.

  Manchu looked at my fingers and said: "It's a bit of a skill... Then how did you knock down that little devil on the treetop later?"

  "I said it's okay, now little master wants to go out for a walk." I said.

  "Muddy Egg refused, saying: 'This won't do, the officer said you can't run around all over the place.'"

  "Officer showed up a month ago! What am I running for? You're a nine-headed bird from Hubei, I'll throw you a gun and you'll run home. It's both barren of soldiers and crops, living on Yunnan rice, Sichuan salted pork, and American biscuits, fed to the point of being human-headed and pig-brained, thinking of starving to death halfway through! — Where is my seat?"

  Man Han busied himself going to the back of the sentry post to fetch that half-length wooden stake - my seat, he had long wanted to hear me talk nonsense. Nier Dan was still scratching his head, "This one...?"

  "Hey mom! I'm also a superior officer, we've been through life and death battles, when we're called to roll out for battle, you'll be the first one to go, do you know what it means to be at the forefront?" I said.

  The Manchu wooden stakes have also been brought over, and our place is basically not wanted by anyone. The guards standing there are completely due to the mutual surveillance between us and this group of prisoners. As a result, Nida also withdrew his objections and went with the flow.

  "I sat down and started talking: 'Last time I told you that the Japanese devils were shooting from the trees, right? It's a good opportunity to tell you what a vanguard is. It's the one who walks at the very front, scouts ahead, lures the devils into opening fire, and of course, is also the first to die. Our vanguard, that Sichuan soldier, had his head blown open... If you scratch your head again, I'll make you be the vanguard.'"

  Then the muddy egg was so scared that it didn't dare to move its head, and I knew I had won, but what I said made me feel confused for a moment.

  Manchu words: "The Sichuan soldier with a queue had his head blown open. You said last time that he was called Ma something."

  "What's wrong? I forgot. Never mind, don't mention it again, machine gunner..."

  This place is very close to Mínglóng's house. Mínglóng yelled from inside his house: "Don't mention me again, damn it!"

  I said, "Huh, don't mention it. The machine gunner is called Mihu, but he's not our own Menglong, the great sleeping god. When the brain flower splashed on Mihu's face, he started yelling..."

  "I'll knock some sense into you!" Ming Long roared.

  I wiped my face with a random hand and said vaguely, "Dizzy, I'll knock the flower out of your brain, call the ghost to surrender, on the tree..."

  The dragon beat a shoe-like thing heavily on the door, and he didn't even bother to protest. So I bared my teeth and said, scaring those two soldiers who had never fought before, "You're Mo Ya, you're not from Sichuan, you're not a soldier of the first rank, of course I remember your name is Mo Ya. You're just a brainless fool, you were shot once and then quietly lay down, we thought you would get up and say 'I'm fine', but you never got up again."

  I see him in my heart, still lying in that unknown corner of the Burmese jungle, vines and wildflowers crawling over his body, making him look far more beautiful than he was when he was alive.

  I stared at the dog meat, the dog meat in the yard staring back at me, I bared my teeth and brandished my claws to intimidate the guard into giving me a road permit.

  "Don't blame me for using you as a conversation topic, it's boring. I want to go out, I don't want to look at dog meat every day and think of its owner, I really really want to go out."