The leader looked at him strangely, as if he were looking at a fool.
"Don't you know about the kettle? Of course, the night pot group is going to pour the pot, or do you think those adults will pour it themselves? "
Song QingHan hesitated for a while, and finally sighed, nodded his head and said, "OK, I know. Thank you very much."
He went to the group that the man pointed to and sighed silently. No wonder he Ning didn't tell him before he set out. If he had known that he was in the night pot group, it was hard to say whether he would come.
Others seemed to see through his idea and took the initiative to say to him: "don't listen to the name of the nightpot group, but others want to come in this group with sharp heads! It's easy and comfortable. There's no danger. You can even touch the adults! "
After finishing the last sentence, the man looked at the small stone blinking his big eyes, touched his head and said, "of course, you may not need that, but with your children, it's most comfortable to do this job."
Song QingHan was said by him, carefully thought about it, and found that it was really so.
How many times does the pot need to be poured? Isn't it the one every morning? At most once in the evening, but this possibility is very small. After all, men go to war during the day, and they have to solve the problem outside. Who will specially run back to use the nightpot?
What's more, from Wu Dahu's present position, he must have been helped to pour out the nightpot. At that time, he specially chose Wu Dahu's tent. Can't he still see him every day? Although it was a one-sided secret meeting...
the more beautiful song QingHan thought, he didn't even think it was a hard thing to come to the battlefield. Anyway, as long as the whole family was in order, it was more important than anything.
Small stone also seems to have noticed his happiness. He stretched out his small hand, clapped his hands, and giggled, forming a different landscape in this area.
However, since there are kind-hearted people in the world, there are naturally some who are not so kind-hearted, especially song QingHan, with a child, can easily become an obstacle in others' eyes.
"What are you doing with the kids? Don't tell you you don't even have a family and friend to trust? It's a failure for you to be a man? "
A slim, attractive unmarried female man came over, holding both arms and looking at Song QingHan with scornful eyes, saying words without any affection.
Song QingHan took a look at the Jasper hairpin on his head and realized that it was not ordinary. He chuckled and said, "well, according to this logic, if you were sent to the barracks by your family, wouldn't it be a failure to be a man? Otherwise, why don't you pick someone else instead of you? "
"You The man lowered his hands and clenched into a fist. He looked as if he wanted to fight song QingHan. He said in a sharp voice, "how do you know? Who sent you? Did you come to see my jokes
Someone nearby couldn't see it and said, "what are you talking about? Others are just telling the truth. What are you excited about? What's more, you are the first to find fault. How can you blame others? "
This "truth" completely angered the female man. He raised his hand high and directly slapped it on the face of the speaker. Seeing that the man was stunned, he raised his hand again. It seemed that he was ready to attack song QingHan.
With a crack, his wrist was caught in the air. The leader in charge of the division frowned and swept around. He said in a cold voice, "if you have this strength, why don't you fight with the enemy? People who are really logistics don't go to war? "
As soon as he said this, all the people lowered their heads, even the atmosphere did not dare to come out.
No matter how powerful these people are, they are just soldiers. The nature of soldiers is obedience. If the leader really intends to let them go to the battlefield, they really have no way.
The leader snorted coldly, released his hand, focused on the female and song QingHan, and said without expression: "no matter what you came in for, you are a family. Don't think I'm telling you a joke. Think carefully, when the enemy hits the door, your back is the other party. If you continue to do this, what will happen to you Clear
I'm afraid that if song's enemy doesn't have to look at him in the back, he'll get a cold look at himself from the back.
However, this is also because of the impression he just gave himself. If he was willing to get along well with himself, song QingHan would not have enough to go to his trouble.
After the leader left, the female man glared at Song QingHan. Without any other action, she turned and ran to the other end of the team. She turned her head and didn't look at the direction of song QingHan.
Song QingHan took back his sight, followed the army forward, and sat into the mighty chariot troops in twos and threes.
These carriages are not only used for planting them, but also for transporting food and grass. For example, the carriage he is sitting in now is not only full of grain and grass on the roof, but also on the bottom of the carriage. Only the middle is reserved for people to sit on.
Although Wu Dahu's duty is to escort the logistics forces, song QingHan found that they basically did not meet on the road, and could not even see each other.Because Wu Dahu leads people to open the road in front of him, and song QingHan's carriage falls at the back. Therefore, if two people want to look at each other, they can only see the shadow of each other as big as dust. What's more, Wu Dahu doesn't know that song QingHan is here, so he won't be idle to look at the back.
If he knows... Song QingHan still dare not think about this picture.
Although Wu Dahu always dotes on him, he is also favored by principles. This time, although song QingHan volunteered, it was probably beyond his principles. Therefore, song QingHan only hoped that his identity would not be exposed until the end of the war. In this way, even if Wu Dahu knew the news, he would probably forgive him
he thought, looking out from other people's car curtains, only to see the desolation and poor vegetation.
One of the people in the same car with him is a Hong. He was the one who helped him speak before.
A Hong seemed to be very familiar with such scenes, and said quietly: "my father died in the battlefield, and my father's father died in the battlefield. In order to prevent my brother from repeating this mistake, my female father smashed the pot and sold iron to get me here. In any case, as long as one generation of people went to the battlefield."
Song QingHan stopped and asked softly, "do you blame your female father? After all, even if it's logistics, there will still be dangers. "
A Hong thought about it carefully and shook her head seriously: "resentment is not complaining. It's just a little sad. If there was no war, it would be better...
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