Everyone quickly became busy, and Li Yunlong also walked out of the yard.

"Captain, where are you going?" Zhou Weiguo asked in a low voice.

Li Yunlong waved his hand without looking back: "Go out and have a walk!"

Immediately afterwards, Li Yunlong turned around and left.

Zenda is actually not big. When the first defeated troops poured in, they were basically empty.

Even rice, flour and steamed buns are rare, let alone pork.

Not long after walking, Li Yunlong saw a familiar figure ahead, limping towards a vermicelli stall.

Li Yunlong recognized it at a glance, it was Meng Fan.

However, Li Yunlong did not approach him, but just followed from afar to see what he wanted to do.

Meng Fanli walked carefully to the vermicelli stall. While the guard was asleep, he took a bundle and put it under his armpits, and then turned around and left without any hesitation.

Li Yunlong was stunned. This had seriously violated the discipline of the Eighth Route Army.

But he didn't say anything to stop him, but looked aside.

He wanted to see how Meng Fanle handled this matter.

"Venix, where is my Venix?"

"Come on, catch the thief!"

The vermicelli stall owner roared, and suddenly many people around him immediately surrounded him.

"I just saw a soldier who took you a bundle and went wherever you were going!"

The stall owner was shocked and became a little nervous.

Those who serve in the army are all desperate people. Under normal circumstances, they will not take the initiative to provoke those who serve in the army.

But what is the world now?

Now is the time for war, and the war is in chaos.

A little food can save a life.

Without saying a word, he immediately organized the people around him to pick up hoes and forks and chase Meng Fanle in the direction where he left.

As the shout came, Meng Fanle still walked forward, but his expression was so ugly.

Obviously, he knew someone was chasing him again behind him.

"What are you doing!"

He suddenly turned around, with a hint of grievance in his fierce eyes.

"You are besieging a soldier, not only a soldier, but also a patriotic soldier!"

"It's not only a patriotic soldier, but also a patriotic soldier in war."

"It's not only a patriotic soldier who is fighting, but also a patriotic soldier who is fighting against the Japanese."

"It's not only a patriotic soldier who fought against the Japanese, but also a patriotic soldier who was seriously injured in the Japanese war."

Listening to his words, everyone was silent.

Meng Fu's eyes swept across everyone: "Our company has fought all the entire Japanese squad!"

"I personally threw the molten bottle onto the enemy's tank with my own hands, and I watched him explode!"

"Do you know what a tank is? It's taller than this house and this tree."

"Now I can't do it anymore, you still have vermicelli to eat!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he took off his pants and exposed the hideous wound.

He clasped his fists and showed a look of difficulty: "Young and young men, great kindness, will never forget you. I will repay you in the next life!"

"Go away!"

After saying that, he immediately lifted his pants and was about to turn around and leave, the stall owner snatched his vermicelli from behind.

Meng An was stunned and stayed there.

"Mr. Jun is going to live, we have to survive!"

The vermicelli was taken away, and Meng Fanle was stunned. As soon as he took two steps forward, a dizziness came and he fell directly to the ground.

Li Yunlong, who was following behind, was stunned: "Hey! He fell down just by saying that, why did I see him?"

“Isn’t this difficult?”

However, none of the onlookers reached out to help, but just looked at him with sympathy and planned to leave.

There was no choice but to go forward, but he did not care about Meng Fan, but walked to the stall owner.

Take out two pieces of ocean from your arms: "I want this vermicelli, is it enough?"

When the stall owner saw two big pieces of ocean, he couldn't even close his mouth. He stuffed the vermicelli into Li Yunlong's arms, then turned around and ran away.

I was afraid that Li Yunlong would regret it.

Li Yunlong glanced at Meng Fan who fell from a distance. Just as he was about to step forward, he found a figure that was one step ahead of him and took the lead in carrying Meng Fan.

Li Yunlong was stunned and followed the figure curiously towards a nearby room.

However, before Li Yunlong walked into the house, the door of the house was closed.

Li Yunlong felt disappointed and a little embarrassed.

"Damn, I'm still being imprisoned by someone after following me. My wisdom in this life has been destroyed."

"No, Meng Fanlai, I'm sorry if I don't kill fifty Japanese on the battlefield in the future."

As he said that, Li Yunlong knocked on the door.

Soon, the woman with Meng Fanao walked out on her back.

She looked up and down at Li Yunlong and said, "I'm sorry, there are guests!"

Li Yunlong frowned, and with just this sentence, he immediately understood the identity of the woman in front of him.

But he didn't say anything, but explained: "The one you carried back is mine!"

The woman was stunned and said in surprise: "Are you a soldier?"

"Then come in!"

Li Yunlong was not polite either. When he walked into the house, he saw Meng Fan lying on the bed.

"Sir! Do you drink water?"

The woman asked tremblingly.

Li Yunlong waved his hand: "Just drink water, this kid has an injury on his leg, so you can deal with it!"

The woman nodded, responded, then picked up a bottle of white wine on the table and walked towards Meng Fan.

Li Yunlong turned around and walked out of the house, looking around.

Not long after Li Yunlong walked out of the house, Meng Fan heard a muffled groan from the house.

The woman who treated his wound was startled and quickly stood up to apologize.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, my brother always said I'm a fool crab with eight legs, and none of them are in the area."

Meng Fu was gasping for breath, and the sweat on his forehead rolled down like beans.

After a while, he said, "It doesn't hurt anymore, it doesn't hurt anymore. If it hurts, it's like an explosion."

"Look!"

As he said that, Meng Fanle moved the injured leg: "I just think it is standing on the Japanese."

The woman smiled and said, "You are so brave, my brother is not as brave as you!"

"I'll get him hurt, and he will scold people when he hurts!"

Just then, Li Yunlong walked in: "If you don't feel pain, stand up. When are you going to lie here?"

Meng fucked and turned to look, his face suddenly changed.

"Oh my god, it's a ghost!"

"God, uncle!" Li Yunlong cursed with a dark face: "I'm just here to talk nonsense when I enter the door?"

Meng Fanle forced himself to sit up: "Sir... Sir, why are you here?"

Li Yunlong threw the vermicelli at the table in anger: "If I don't come, you kid will die here."

"Don't you know the discipline of our Eighth Route Army? You learned to steal things just after joining the team?"

Meng Fanli remained silent and said for a long time later: "Sir, I am thinking about making vermicelli for everyone."

"Then...what...how is this vermicelli in your hands."

Li Yunlong snorted coldly: "I bought it for two dollars, this is what you kid owe me."

"When you go to the battlefield, you don't kill enough twenty Japanese devils, I will never end up with you."

Meng Fuli showed a happy smile: "Hey, I will kill you with my capital and interests... Twenty-one Japanese!"

"Okay!" Li Yunlong cursed with a smile: "Okay, don't lie down when you're fine, it's time to go back!"
Chapter completed!