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Under the noon sun, the river continued to flow quietly, shimmering with ripples.
Despite being named the Murky River, its waters were actually clear, calm, and beautiful.
It was only during the rainy seasons that it would become muddy and roar with turbulence, as it meandered out from the towering mountains.
Uncle Bull sat by the river, smoking a cigarette.
Although it was lunchtime, the busiest time for the mess team, it didn't affect their work because Uncle Bull wasn't as hands-on as other mess team leaders, especially these days.
Every veteran in the Independent Brigade knew that Uncle Bull was in a bad mood.
Yesterday, he nearly beat poor Sandy Sniffles to death.
It was the first time they had seen this old resistance fighter turn on his own comrade like that.
Nobody, not even the company commander or the staff officer present, intervened.
They just watched helplessly as Sandy Sniffles was beaten to tears on the ground.
No one dared to speak up; they could only watch in silence.
Two consecutive sentries were concealed by the side of the path, carefully observing the approaching figures.
"Hey, why does that one look like Emily to me?" "Yeah, it seems so, definitely her, wearing such a small military uniform and braiding her hair in a sheep's horn style.
Is there a second one in the Rockies?" "Oh my, has that little rascal come back? Is this, is this a good thing?" ".
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" Just as the two sentries were still hesitating in the bushes, wondering whether they should first return to the village to report or stand up to greet, a pair of cunning big eyes had already arrived above their heads, staring at the two soldiers lying on the ground.
Just as the two sentries were still hesitating in the bushes, wondering whether they should first return to the village to report or stand up to greet, a pair of cunning big eyes had already arrived above their heads, staring at the two soldiers lying on the ground.
The two quickly got up, awkwardly smiling, "Hehe, hehe, so it's Emily who's back, great, great.
Why didn't the forward lookout give a heads-up? I'll go report to the captain right away.
" "Stop, no need to report.
Pretend you didn't see anything, just go cool off somewhere.
" With these nonsensical words, the young girl walked past with a heavy heart.
Next was Jason, this guy is the archenemy of the Second Platoon, also well-known in the Independent Regiment.
Who wouldn't know him? He passed by expressionless, treating the two as if they were air, without even a greeting, and just moved on.
Then came a burly black giant they hadn't seen before, insincerely smiling at the two and saying, "Hard work, hard work.
We're family now, come to me if you need anything, no questions asked!" and then he passed by.
Finally, Martin approached the two, pointing ahead to Emily, "She's not in a good mood, don't mind her.
" After saying this, he deliberately waved the brand new Type 38 rifle in his hand in front of the two and also passed by.
The two sentries were left with black lines all over their heads, staring blankly at the four figures walking towards the Great North Manor.
They felt a chilling wind blowing, goosebumps all over their bodies.
What's going on here? The position of the mess hall is in a large courtyard in the village, facing north and south.
In the courtyard, there are several dilapidated long tables and benches set up, serving as an outdoor canteen.
The area is not very large, and lunches for various departments and units have been sent out.
Currently, about a hundred newly recruited soldiers are eating in the courtyard.
Alex, a soldier in the mess hall, was walking through the noisy courtyard with a stack of rice bowls in his hands.
Suddenly, he saw a pair of braids peeking out from behind the gate, with a pair of mischievous big eyes scanning the courtyard.
There seemed to be a voice outside the gate saying, "Girl, if we're not reporting to the regimental headquarters, why are we looking for the mess hall?" Alex suddenly froze in place.
Oh my goodness, is this a dream? Unconsciously, he forgot about the rice bowls in his hands, and with a clatter, he dropped them, shattering them all over the ground.
The sound of the rice bowls shattering instantly quieted the entire courtyard.
Everyone turned to look at the stunned Alex following the sound, and then followed his gaze towards the gate.
A mischievous little girl, dressed in a cute resistance army uniform, with crooked pigtails, seemingly innocent big eyes, and carrying two round heavy shoulder bags slung across her back, entered the gate nonchalantly, as if no one else was around.
She skipped in, leaving the new recruits in the courtyard puzzled.
Creak— the gate was pushed open halfway, and a soldier stepped in steadily.
His narrow eyes were deep and cold, his bronze skin exuding a man's determination.
Unlike others, he wore his cap with the brim pressed low, and it was evident that the curvature of the brim had been meticulously crafted, as exquisite as a waxing moon.
It partially covered his thick, dark eyebrows.
His military attire was covered in dust but still immaculate, especially the way he tied the leg wraps on his Japanese-style military boots, done in a very unique manner.
Jason developed the habit of wearing military uniforms neatly during his time at the military academy, especially his unique way of tying leg wraps.
Unlike the typical soldier's method, Jason's technique involved using two sets of leg wraps.
He would first wrap one set around the lower half of his calf, and then use the second set to wrap from bottom to top, creating a more comfortable and aesthetically pleasing style.
Of course, this method was more complex and not commonly practiced by many.
Clang— both doors were pushed open, and this time a burly man entered, looking as strong as a bear, carrying a machine g*n and staring around with a pair of big, bulging eyes.
He wasn't wearing a hat and was dressed in a blood-stained pseudo-military uniform that clearly didn't fit him well, as his robust frame made it seem tight and short.
He had two large pockets on his back, three visibly heavy satchels slung over his body, two water bottles, and four bulging ration bags hanging from his belt.
If the door were any smaller, he would probably have gotten stuck outside.
The last young and handsome resistance fighter appeared at the door, his long legs making him look slim but spirited.
He was truly fully armed, carrying a brand new and slender Type 38 rifle on his back, with a 'Broomhandle' hanging by his side.
His body was adorned with Japanese ammunition boxes, as full as his spirit.
The last young and handsome resistance fighter appeared at the door, his long legs making him look slim but spirited.
He was truly fully armed, carrying a brand new Type 38 rifle on his back, with a 'Broomhandle' hanging by his side.
His body was adorned with ammo boxes, as full as his spirit.
The new recruits eating in the courtyard were all dumbfounded.
They had just been conscripted from the nearby area and had no idea who these four individuals were, so they were left somewhat stunned by the scene unfolding before them.
In the midst of blank stares, Emily walked straight up to Alex and reached out her hand, gesturing back and forth in front of Alex's stunned face.
"Hey, hey, Alex, what's wrong with you? Don't scare me, okay?" "Uh, uh? Oh, you, you.
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I'm not dreaming, am I? Oh my goodness, you're back! Oh my goodness, I'm going to find Uncle Bull right now; he's been missing you so much!" At this moment, the soldiers from the kitchen brigade who were working inside also came out.
They gathered around excitedly and greeted the little girl with enthusiasm.
Emily quickly waved her hand, "Stop, stop, don't make a fuss, I need to take care of something first.
" She continued to ask Alex, "Which room does Uncle Bull live in?" Alex pointed towards the door behind him, "The east room.
The east room.
I'm going to find him right now.
" With those words, he swiftly dashed across the courtyard and out of the gate.
Emily placed her two satchels in the dilapidated cabinet in Uncle Bull's room, and then had Robert Wealthy stuff his three satchels in as well.
The rest of their belongings were left in a corner of the room before she returned to the courtyard.
Upon seeing the courtyard filled with pots, pans, and utensils, Robert Wealthy's legs seemed to refuse to move.
He had the intention of finding a place to sit and grab a bite to eat first, but every table was packed with no available seats.
With a pleading expression, he tried to squeeze into a tight spot to sit.
The new recruits who were eating were not very pleased: "Hey hey, with your big build, where can we fit you? If you sit down, how can we eat? Can we have a first come, first served rule?" Jason looked at Robert Wealthy's pitiful appearance with speechless disdain, intending to drag him out and take him to the headquarters first, but then he saw the young girl heading over there first.
"Mule, just sit here and eat, our ninth squad is all eating here.
" Then, turning back to the cook soldiers, she coquettishly shouted, "I'm hungry! I want this whole table!" Upon hearing the young girl's words, several cook soldiers quickly came over and began pulling the new recruits sitting at the long table, causing a commotion.
"Hurry up, quickly, move to another place to eat.
" "Where is there a place? Where should we go to eat?" "Then I don't care, you can squat and eat next to us, stop talking nonsense, move aside quickly.
" "What? Why does she, a little girl, have the right?" "The cookhouse is her family, we are all her family, understand? Stop talking nonsense, clear the table quickly!" "This, this, your cookhouse is behaving like warlords, it's unreasonable! I'll report you to the commander!" "Hehe, report? Kid, do you still want to eat in the future? Report wherever you like!" ".
" "In the midst of chaos, a long table big enough for a dozen people to dine was completely cleared.
Jason, Emily, Martin, and Robert Wealthy sat there, amidst the curses of the new recruits in the yard, and enjoyed a sumptuous lunch arranged by the cookhouse."
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