"Come on, I'll give you a bowl of advice from the staff. I'll be my own people in the future. Don't be polite to anyone. I'll eat well at my house today!"

"Haha, OK!"

Milong raised his big bowl and left with Fang Jingyao. It was not the first time they met, and today they were familiar with each other again.

Liao Mingyu took this opportunity to introduce Fang Jingyao to everyone. This place was the core of the Sichuan Army. They could see that the leader cared about the middle-aged man very much and raised his glasses toast with him enthusiastically.

"Damn it, we're all here, the regiment headquarters should be fine, right?" Meng Fun said with some concern.

"It's okay, I told those guys Chen Jize that they can't make any mistakes." Long Weng replied without raising his head.

I saw him holding a book and reading it while eating, as if he was obsessed with the contents in the book, and he was so relished.

"What are you looking at? You are pretending to be a cultural person."

Milong put his head over and watched curiously. Although he didn't know a few words, the illustrations in this book ensured that any man would be excited when he read them.

"Oh my! Haha, what kiln did you get this book? It's so cool."

Milong laughed loudly. Even a fool like him was a little embarrassed to see the illustrations, but he was obviously interested and lay beside him and admired it with Long Wenhua.

When Mr. Meng heard this, he slapped the table and said angrily: "Cangfu pawn, don't be vulgar!"

Milong was immediately unhappy, but when he saw the old man's serious look, he had no choice but to stomp Meng Fan next to him as if he was venting his anger.

"Ouch!" Meng was so upset that he was about to raise his chopsticks and Zhao Milong's head, but when he saw his murderous eyes, he instantly did not dare to act rashly.

Mr. Meng gave Milong a blank look and explained to everyone as if something was right: "This is the golden plum that Mr. Zhupo commented on. Among them, the grass snake gray line and the vein of thousands of miles is well-known. He is good at using the method of bending the pen without breaking the pen.

It's especially wonderful."

Everyone heard it was in a fog, and only Liao Mingyu was laughing secretly.

Damn it, isn’t it just a little yellow book? It’s so literary.

Mr. Meng is also interesting. Most of his books are placed in the cellar of Heshun, but there is actually this golden bottle of plum in the box he carries. He is really a poet and poet, pretending to be profound.

"Did you see it? This is because you are educated. You are obscene and erotic songs every day, and learn more about others."

Long Weng pretended to compliment a few times, then smiled and expressed his purpose: "Haha, Mr. Meng, this book is really good. Can you lend me a few days to watch?"

Meng Yanzhi took a few bites of the meal and shook his head calmly: "Shu and wife, I will not lend it to you."

The old man said something amazing, and his words made everyone stunned. He almost sprayed out the food in his mouth. After enduring it, he choked and coughed.

Long Wen Zhang, who is usually clever, couldn't find anything to refute for a while, mainly because Meng Fan's father was too sharp.

"Then what... Mr. Meng, it's not my brothers, Shu and his wife are still in harmony." Liao Mingyu had to come forward to help his brothers rescue him at this time.

His words made Mr. Meng a little embarrassed. Although most of the books were still harmonious, they rescued his life and his wife, so what Liao Mingyu said was right.

"Well... let's do this, you can lend it to you, but you need to borrow one by one. After borrowing one, you can keep it well. I will lend you the next one."

Long Wen nodded with satisfaction and quickly put the book away for Haosheng.

At this time, Ayi, who had a little bit of a headache, suddenly stood up. He held the wine bowl and his face was flushed, but he said to everyone with great enthusiasm: "Brothers, calm down, I have something to say."

"Captain, without you, I, Lin Yi, today, thank you very much. I... Woo... I'm so happy today... I'm to you for this cup!"

After saying this with sob, Ayi immediately raised his head and drank the wine in the bowl. Perhaps because he was too excited, his eyes were still filled with tears.

At this time, no one laughed at Ayi's true feelings, and even Meng Fanle, who had always been poisonous, was lowering his head and pondering.

Everyone knows that without Liao Mingyu's leadership, they would have to lose at least half of their people in the life-threatening Myanmar jungle.

Now everyone is in a high position, at least they are the leader of the company. Whoever is sitting in has not received the favor and promotion from the leader? They may not be a big deal without the leader.

"Captain! I respect you."

"I respect you too."

"Captain!"

...

The old brothers of the Sichuan Army all picked up the wine bowl and stood up, looking at Liao Mingyu with a torch.

Everyone respects their team leader from the bottom of their hearts!

These guys...

Liao Mingyu smiled at the corner of his mouth. He stood up and held up the wine bowl and shouted: "Thank you brothers, I won't mention unhappy things today, come on! I've done it!"

"Dry…!"

Ha ha ha ha……

The small courtyard was filled with laughter. I have been busy with military affairs for so long after I came back from Myanmar. I don’t know how long it took for me to get together like this.

The small courtyard of Milong is like a base for everyone, allowing these fools who are in a foreign land without relatives and no reason to find the warmth of their homes.

Home... a word that was originally far away from them, but now there is no distance.

...

The dinner was over slowly, and everyone was full of wine. The virtuous Shangguan Jieci and Xiao Zui began to work hard to clean up the pots and bowls, while the silly group each had fun.

"Little bastard, call him dad!"

"Stinky pig!"

"Hey! Don't run."

Meng Fulai teased Xiao Leibao in the yard, and Ayi picked up a small notebook and started recording his life for the whole day.

Long Wen's grandson actually ran upstairs to continue discussing the "Four Books and Five Classics" with Mr. Meng.

"Be the first shot!"

"Malay jumps thia."

"Oh, don't make trouble."

Dong Dao also moved two stools with the veterinarian, took out a pair of chess to fight in the yard. He wanted to have a numb and snake butt, but the few people stood by watching the battle with enthusiasm.

"Oh, it's so uncomfortable..."

Krupp sat on the steps and sighed to the sky, because he had eaten enough today.

"What's wrong with you?" Li Liansheng asked.

"I'm not hungry." Krupp replied blankly, this feeling made him extremely uncomfortable.

"..." Li Liansheng.

The two little guys Yang Danzi and Doubing were still competing for somersaults. Kang Ya and Milong squatted beside them and smoked while applauding them.

However, it was obvious that Yang Danzi underestimated the horror of bean cakes, and this guy had already made hundreds of them.

Looking at these familiar faces, Liao Mingyu suddenly felt a little melancholy.

Basically, the people here are the people who had eaten pork stewed vermicelli in a pot at the beginning. Liao Mingyu fulfilled his promise and brought them back from Myanmar one by one.

But the battle is imminent, and the Battle of Nantianmen is even more tragic than any other battle. I wonder if they... still have a chance to drink and chat like this after a battle?

Liao Mingyu didn't know that he lit a cigarette silently and looked up at the sky. He had done everything he could do, and the final answer was still based on them.

"Dongdongdongdong..."

The knock on the door outside the courtyard interrupted his meditation, and Liao Mingyu frowned and murmured: "Who will come now?"

Shangguan Jieci quickly wiped his hands and ran out to open the door.

"Crack..." The door was opened, but the people outside were beyond her expectations.

"What are you?"
Chapter completed!