My Team Leader My Team Chapter 51 ????? It's already nighttime. ?

  I held my hand over the dog's head for a full half minute, then dropped it. The dog lay still, giving only a slight whimper to indicate its displeasure at my fallen hand, but it continued to look up at me with human eyes that were sad and silent.

  I am also sad, a sadness of being powerless and having nothing to do. I finally had the guts to rub it and said: "Dog meat, good dog, good dog meat."

  It doesn't struggle, this non-struggle is a fitting response to the flea's disdain. I massage it, hug it.

  "Dog meat, good dog meat, your master is dead. From now on, follow me and we'll be a team. The two of us will be unbeatable. I'll take care of the talking, you take care of the fighting, like taking down the Dragon Gang. We'll have both brains and brawn."

  The dog looked at the people making a ruckus by the fire pit and wagged its tail, neither approving nor disapproving.

  After burying the cauldron and cooking today, we didn't withdraw our fire heap. It's not for a joyful gathering under the sky and on the ground - because a group of people are staring, Mi Long and Mangmen Xing are at sword's end.

  After going through a life-and-death ordeal, he fell silent again. Except for Ah Yi's wailing, we couldn't do anything; we told ourselves that nothing could be done, but our emotions were still in the doldrums.

  Eating, sleeping, arguing, fighting, not spicy and snake butt merged and separated several times. The dragon now points its spearhead at the mourning star. That day's frame was just an introduction. He knew that if he didn't overthrow this person who was said to be able to defeat him, he would never be able to do what he used to do as the boss.

  The dragon is pulling a familiar but quarrelsome calf, its master may be a bear or an ape. The mourning gate star is wide open, as if it's the Yu Huang, perhaps it's called Tongzi Bai Fo, or perhaps it's called Kai Men Yi Dao. Anyway, his master's farting must have a loud and majestic horse step.

  "Enough, brothers! You've pushed me too far. Today, I'll show you the real thing!" said the Mourning Star.

  "What the heck!"

  The Mourning Star probably hadn't seen anyone who could spit before throwing a punch, so he hastily retreated a step to avoid the saliva, then jumped forward again and struck a very imposing pose, "Please!"?

  The dragon thought that humans would definitely attack, so it jumped back to dodge, but then because the original was still a framework, it took another step forward and said "What's going on?!"

  "You're welcome!"

  Bu la shook his head and chimed in with Mi Long's saliva, saying: "What the heck!"?

  Hao Lao shook his head and sighed: "Forget it, forget it. There's no medicine for you to use."

  "Please!" The Mourning Star seemed determined to ask the Lost Dragon to make the first move.

  The dragon was getting impatient. "Is this going to end or what?! What the heck is this thing?!"

  He really wanted to pounce this time, but found that he had to pounce on Leibao first, who was inserted between them. The dragon's wife pushed Leibao between the two fighting cocks and whispered to the dragon.

  "Old ladies washing clothes and taking care of kids, nothing to do but lie on the bed waiting for men to finish! What's going on!" You don't even know who that last sentence is addressed to.

  "Goodbye!" The Mourning Star is bidding farewell again.

  The dragon wife didn't say anything else, and led Lei Bao'er back to the house. Behind them, the two fighting cocks started pecking at each other, and the dragon who had been beaten by the mourning star seemed to have a sense of self-inflicted suffering. We basically didn't see him throw a punch at the mourning star.

  The Mourning Star put on an air of superiority and thought he had already won, "Let's concede. Everyone take a step back, and the sea will be vast and the sky will be wide."

  Get out of the way, Mí Lóng charged forward again, but this time he didn't hit anyone. After being punched three times and kicked twice, he stumbled backward, dazed and disoriented. He then tore off Liáng Mén Xīng's belt, and from that point on, there was no suspense left to speak of. Mí Lóng chased after a person holding up his pants with both hands, beating him all around the courtyard.

  I yawned. I was going to go back to the house with Dog Meat to sleep. Not Spicy and Snake Buttocks were pushing and shoving each other again, I don't know why. Kuru Beru was sitting there sleeping his umpteenth nap of the day. A Yi was staring at his flower tree in a daze, I didn't know what was so great about that tree with no flowers on it.

  We have made no progress and know that our army will never advance westward again. We also know that if there is another suicidal western expedition, all twenty-two of the trapped beasts here will sign up suicidally.

  I turned my head for the last time before entering the house, and took a look at this crowd that would not bring me any hope. Fighting had become the most familiar posture of the dragon, those two had become two human shapes rolling on the ground, and others were just indifferent silhouettes under the night sky. The two silhouettes commenting on each other's appearance in front of the door were our sentinels Man Han and Nida, but behind them, there was a silhouette that did not seem to be human, getting close to them.

  My mood suddenly tightened up. "Manchu! Bastard!"

  "What's up?"

  I rubbed my eyes. The strange shadow had disappeared, and the yard was lit up with fire. The gate was the darkest place, I didn't see anything, but a person who has died many times wouldn't be satisfied with just an illusion.

  "There's someone behind you - it looks like they're going to grab your whistle!" I said.

  Muddy egg doesn't believe me, "You're scaring ghosts!"?

  Man Han was a bit more obedient, I saw him running out of the door for several meters to do a futile search in the dark. My friends were still busy fighting or watching fights, or doing anything else they were interested in, and I walked towards the gate.

  Muddy Egg was still scolding Man Han: "Don't believe him. This man is not trustworthy. Everyone says he will go to the Tongue-Pulling Hell after death."

  I didn't pay attention to them, nor did I run far away like Muddy Egg. I was almost in the position where they were just standing, and in the darkness, I stepped on a human body. Now I know that I was just nervous earlier, so I squatted down to check this corpse, and Man Han and Muddy Egg also came over.

  Two people muttered: ?

  "It stinks."

  "Starved to death. Which day will Zen Da clear out a few carts from the city?"

  What should I do?

  "Throw it a bit further away. He has two legs to walk over here, and we have six hands."

  I curse these two people, "I should say nothing at all, scaring your mom to come and summon your soul tomorrow."

  After all, I still helped them carry that smelly and tattered corpse out of their jurisdiction and threw it on the roadside outside the station. The dead person we thought was shocked and said something.

  I rubbed my hands hard on my clothes and walked back.

  "It's not dead yet."

  "Save you and raise you, all your life. You eat twice a day, one dry and one wet, can I afford it?"

  Man Han let out a sigh and stopped talking. I lowered my head in silence, thinking about the things that had happened over the past few years that I would never have done before.

  "What did he say?"

  "Man Han said: 'I'm hungry. I want to eat. What should I eat?'"

  "You Yunnan people don't understand, it's something northerners feed to livestock. Bean cake. Made from bean dregs and dough." Nier said, somewhat puzzled, "What's wrong with eating other things, why eat that?"

  He was still weird when I rushed back, and I didn't need to pick up that smelly, thin body to study it again, because the road corpse bean pancake clearly told me again: "I am a bean pancake."

  I turned around and rushed towards the shelter, with such momentum that I fell to the ground in the dark. I jumped up and shouted at the people by the fire: "The bean pancake is back!"

  I violently shook the inexplicable Hao Shouyi: "Doubing is back!"?

  I kicked the dragon off of Lóngmén Xīng's body with one foot - in this comparison of who was more powerful, the dragon clearly had the upper hand - "Dou Bing is back!"?

  I ran towards the place where the bean cake was still, and people followed in a daze. The dragon was the most bewildered of all, with the mourning star behind him wiping away blood from his mouth and nose. He followed in a daze, almost forgetting to take revenge.

  "You're going to die!" the furious dragon roared at me.

  I didn't care about him, I just followed others blindly and rushed into the dark where the bean paste was hidden.

  The bean cake is not worth getting excited about, most of us have forgotten what he looks like, just like this feeding trough bean cake and that one won't be any different. If he were under my rule, I'm afraid he would have been made into the first batch of cannon fodder long ago, but now he's still alive, thanks to his superior being too incompetent.

  But we are still excited. We yearn for change, even though a single pancake can't bring about any change at all.

  Tofu was enjoying what was probably the greatest honor of his life - but he fainted. We seven or eight people carried him in, putting as much straw as possible under his body and head, and we crowded around him to such an extent that we almost got stuck in the doorway, so that the one who was squeezed out let out a loud shout.

  Hao Shouyi started his treatment and the old man soon began to sweat - this was truly an action that made us want to kick him.

  The snake's butt said: "Don't wipe your sweat. If you wipe your sweat, someone will die."

  Hao the veterinarian didn't dare wipe it off anymore. "What's to be done? Not only is my whole body covered in mush, but I'm also starving!"

  "Get out of the way." "Bring food."

  "Eat it yourself! You're just a rice bucket who snores! Being hungry for too long is just being hungry for too long! Can a thirsty person be revived by pouring water into their mouth? Are you kidding me?! He's so angry he can't even catch his breath!" Dr. Hao cursed.

  Krupp was scared and rushed out, we looked at the old man who was furious and didn't think it was strange, he would do this sooner or later. The old man sighed, on the one hand, he was compressing his anger, on the other hand, he was venting his own anger, "Forget it, forget it. You want to do what you want to do, just go ahead and do it. Mí Lóng and Lóu Mén Xīng continued to fight, huh, with only a few people left, they still wanted to be the king. Nòu Là followed Shé Pì Gǔ's skin, and á Yì had his own flowers on both sides. I'm annoyed, I don't understand what you want to do, haha, maybe you really know what you want to do."

  We're speechless. The Mourning Star is blocking our bloody noses. "...What's the point of saying that?"?

  "I'm so hungry I could die." said the old man.

  It doesn't make a "Wah, psps?" sound.

  The old man said: "Wait for the bean pancake to die. Unless there's a decent hospital... Don't talk nonsense. I heard that the temple has something like a hospital, but is it suitable for someone like Bean Pancake? Old Hao is just Yanluo Wang's errand boy, you'd better stay away from me if you don't want to die."

  He would say so sooner or later, we just don't know how to react, and we're at a loss.

  And Dou Bing muttered: "I am Dou Bing."

  Then the dragon squeezed forward and touched the body that looked more like a rotten rag, "I am the dragon."

  "I am a bean pancake."

  That was just a murmur of consciousness. Dou Bing didn't even know he had returned to his own group, and Mi Long disliked this, standing up and pulling at us as if wanting to leave.

  Bu La said: "Mi Long, tonight you're going to take care of things with your wife... keep it down a bit, okay?"

  The dragon doesn't look back, and from between its teeth comes a sound that's more like a hiss than words: "None of your business."

  The snake's butt took a glance at the bean pancake and said, "He'd die thinking he died in a brothel."

  "Nowadays even living people can't tell where they are living." I said.

  The dragon was silent for a while before going out. We were all stifled, sitting and standing, and Hao Shouyi was still kneeling beside the bean cake. He asked, "Who will help me dig a hole tomorrow?"

  He stood up straight and said, "I'll take care of him until he dies."

  "I'm going too." said Snake Buttocks.

  Then those two southern guys looked at each other again, and they made up just like they had just come out to settle the dispute.

  Hao Shouyi asked everyone: "What's his name? He has a name, so it will be easy to find him when people come later."

  The snake's butt said: "Who will look for him? He is from Henan province, his home was occupied long ago."

  Hao Shouyi asked him: "You're a Cantonese, and you've also been occupied - are you willing to come and fill in Yunnan's land without a name or reputation?"

  "Call Dou Bing."

  Hao Shouyi raised his voice, "I'm telling you the name!"

  The snake's butt said: "I didn't say that."

  "I've said it before." I said, and Dr. Hao looked at me, and I added: "But no one remembers."

  Hao Shouyi waved everyone off, "Alright alright, all of you go out. You're all the same as me, standing here till dawn is just a formality, recognizing this face but not even knowing who this person is."

  The old man crawled inside, his blood-stained legs making him very unsteady. We were going to help him up, but the old man suddenly started struggling violently, "Go away! Get out! I'm just moving my legs! Even if it's my last moment, I still want to sit here! I am a doctor!"

  So we left him and went out. Ah Yi had been silent all along, but he was the last one to go out.

  The night color of Zenda is as if born for the yard of Zenda, although it's broken, but very beautiful. We went out and didn't chat, only Nuo La and She Pi Gou, those two difficult brothers, were whispering to each other.

  Bu La said: "I'm from Baoqing, my name is Deng Gang. You must remember it."

  "I'm from Meizhou, Ma Dazhi." said Snake Buttocks.

  The Mourning Star wanted to join that small mutual aid group but couldn't get in, "My name is Dong Dao, my brother's name is Dong Jian."

  "Not spicy then no need to bother him," "My name knows me, I don't know him. Annoying, can you help me write it down?"

  "Where is it written?" I asked him.

  "Don't measure others by your own standard."

  "I said: 'Write on clothes? Burned to nothing. Engrave on a gun? You have a gun? Stab in the buttocks? On the forehead? On the arm? Can't be blown up by cannonballs? Hidden in your pocket? Will the person burying you think of turning it over? Which part of your body is under your own control?' — I want to sleep. Dog meat, sleep?"

  The dog meat went ahead of me, I followed the dog meat and threw them into the bewildering darkness.

  Tonight the house is very quiet, Old Hao is keeping watch in that room, not even they dare to come over here, only a Krieghoff is snoring. The dog meat is lying beside me, both of us are sleeplessly staring at the light and darkness of this house.

  Although he didn't know the name of the bean pancake, he could have guessed with his toes how he ended up here. He had barely escaped death somewhere far downstream from Zhen Da, and had crawled ashore with a body full of festering wounds and a belly that had been pierced through, wandering around like a stray dog until he found this place, simply because it was the only place outside of his hometown that he knew.

  After the fight is over, we tell ourselves to just get by. But I know that each and every one of us is waiting for him to die.

  The hut suddenly shook violently, and the intensity of the shock made Krupp open his eyes, looking at me in a fluster.

  I comforted him, "It's okay. The dragon is lost again and it's working overtime at night."

  Then Kreuzkopf fell asleep again, and the shouting came faster than the cannonballs. The house shook once more, either with fists or body blows, it seemed that Miegang was going to vent all his depression on **. Dog meat raised its neck, perked up its two ears. I smiled bitterly in this left and right attack, another sleepless night, "Sleep, dog meat, sleep if you can. Sleep, dog meat. Sleep, little drunkard."

  But the dragon's roar shook off my remaining sleepiness, "You're just a stinky girl I picked up from the roadside! Don't glare at me like that! I'll hit you! Men don't choose days to beat their wives!"

  Another shock, this time I vaguely heard the sound of a fist hitting flesh. The wife of the dragon is not one to cry and make a big fuss, so all we could hear was the dragon's one-sided howls.