novelaction Chapter 519 Who exactly are you!
Chapter 519 Who exactly are you!
"drink!"
"cheers……"
The Jiang family courtyard was bustling with voices. A group of veterans who had fought bloody battles on the northern battlefield regarded this place as a sacred place to reunite with their comrades.
do not know?
It doesn't matter! Even if we've never met before, it's fine. We can announce our old unit numbers, talk about how many "big noses" we killed and how many bunkers we destroyed. Those with slightly less impressive records will be punished with three drinks, while those with outstanding achievements will win a round of applause. Then everyone will raise their glasses together and drink.
Company Commander Tang and his group of "killing gods" became the focus of attention. Perhaps their actions were questionable in terms of regulations.
But in the eyes of ordinary people, they are all great heroes! The kind that reach the heavens!
As the saying goes: killing one person makes one a bandit, slaughtering ten households makes one a thief, killing dozens of enemy thieves makes one a hero; cutting down thousands of soldiers to protect one's homeland makes one a hero; and stopping wars and protecting the peace of all people makes one a legend that will be passed down through the ages.
The good or evil of killing lies not in the quantity, but in whether the sword is aimed at protecting the common people, upholding justice, and whether it can make the flowers of peace bloom on the pile of bones.
A little tipsy, Yi Zhonghai, to show his respect, immediately displayed his skills and personally carved several wooden medals. Although he didn't put in the same amount of effort as usual, it was still very sincere.
The sickle and hammer on it are incredibly intricate; they can even spin smoothly...
Liu Haizhong was not to be outdone. Since he couldn't find a hammer at Jiang Xia's house, he grabbed an empty pressure cooker and used bullet casings preserved by the veterans to hammer out little red flowers.
"I don't have any other skills, this is the only thing I can show off. I hope you heroes won't find it lacking!"
Liu Haizhong, hiccuping from drinking, cupped his hands in a gesture of respect to the four directions, drawing cheers from the veterans.
Jiang Xia, however, was secretly annoyed. First, he watched helplessly as Yi Zhonghai broke the jujube tree in the yard, and then he saw the pressure cooker that Liu Haizhong had dented and damaged. He felt utterly helpless.
You guys are really getting cocky!
"The old company commander and the others said that we need to gather more people to help ward off bad luck and prevent those blind fools from causing trouble for you."
Old Wang followed behind Jiang Xia and explained in a low voice.
"Hey, that's called a stress response... Oh well, whatever. It's better if it's lively. By the way, why did you let that guy in?"
Jiang Xia gestured towards Xu Damao in the courtyard, his teeth itching slightly.
However, although……
That son of a bitch ruined his first house!
Old Wang scratched his head, watching Xu Damao wandering around the yard like a lackey, carrying a wine bottle.
"Don't you think he's really good at pouring drinks?"
After observing for a while, Jiang Xia had to admit that this horse-faced man was indeed quite capable.
Among the veterans, some were fond of engaging in lively discussions, while others were quiet and reserved.
When he encountered the latter, the horse-faced man, who was always getting beaten up by the shoehorn-faced cook, showed his true abilities.
Regardless of whether the veterans paid him any attention, he could always find an excuse to get them to drink three cups in a row. After drinking too much, even the silent veterans would start talking.
What's even more amazing is that he always manages to refill everyone's glasses at just the right moment while moving around...
With such keen insight, no wonder he caught Li Huaide's eye...
"Our ancestors were right. There are no useless people, as long as they are placed in the right position. A dull knife can hardly break through strong armor, but it can still chop wood and start a fire; a weak horse is not good for long journeys, but it can carry heavy loads."
Jiang Xia paused for a moment. This kind of talent could probably outperform a product manager in later generations.
Even though he can't do it, he'll say it...
"Hey, what excuse did he use to get here?"
"Uh, he said your first house has been rebuilt, and he came to deliver the keys..."
"Tsk, what an excuse."
"Oh no, I forgot about the chubby boy. I'll get him something to eat, and you can take it back after he finishes eating."
After saying that, Jiang Xia patted his bottom and carried a small pot of stew that he had personally made into the small house.
"Fatty! Did I disturb you? Come and eat something. After you're done, I'll ask your Uncle Wang Kui to take you home! Your family must be worried about you after all this time!"
"Hey, you're not asleep? What are you writing?"
Jiang Xia carried the things and walked into the small house with a cheerful smile. He originally thought that the little fat boy had been exhausted by the "heavenly book" and was about to fall asleep, but he found the boy lying on the table writing and drawing, very focused.
Hearing Jiang Xia's call, the kid turned around, his eyes sparkling as he looked at Jiang Xia: "Xia... Brother, hehehe. I... have an opening..."
"Huh? What kind of crappy site is this? A tiny, crappy site?"
Perhaps because of Fatty's special status as a "sugar baby," Jiang Xia patted him on the shoulder without taking it seriously.
"Alright, stop drawing. Come and eat! It's already 8 o'clock. If you don't come home soon, your mother will probably go crazy!"
Seeing that Jiang Xia didn't understand what he meant, Fatty got anxious and made a gun shape with his hand.
"flaw!"
“biu……biu……”
"Ouch...you hit me, little hero! Come and eat!"
Seeing Jiang Xia's exaggerated acting skills, Fatty was stunned for a moment, then became playful and started biuing again.
Jiang Xia didn't indulge him. He took out the tactical maneuvers he had learned from the old company commander, rolled lazily onto the small bed, used the blanket as cover, and started a "battle game" with Fatty.
"biubiubiu..."
"Boom bang bang..."
The two troubled youths were having a great time playing in the small room.
"Hey, you can still play. Looks like nothing serious happened."
Old Wang shrugged at the door and showed the veterans what was inside the hut.
"Haha~ I knew Xiao Jiang wasn't that fragile. The fact that he can play around means he's fine!"
One of the veterans laughed loudly.
"Come on! Everyone, drink to your hearts' content! Cheers to our country, to tomorrow!"
"it is good!"
After three rounds of drinks, the atmosphere became more and more lively.
"Hey! Let me tell you, the stuff Wang Kui made is pretty good. If he had come out a few years earlier, with something like this as a foundation, those big-nosed guys wouldn't have gotten away during that ambush!"
"Yes! Let me tell you, if you had listened to me on that hill last time, you would have dealt with those troublesome prisoners much earlier, and I could have pushed all the way here in one go..."
Perhaps stirred by Jiang Xia and Pang Dun's "mini battle game," these veterans actually started playing wargames, sharing their own experiences, some regretful, some proud.
Don't let their illiteracy fool you; their battlefield instincts are off the charts!
After some discussion, the veterans actually split into two factions: the Red Army and the Blue Army.
Using the table in the Jiang family courtyard as a map and various foods as markers, a grand and spectacular martial arts competition was held...
Tsk, people these days.
His martial virtue has reached its peak!
…………
After the commotion, while Fatty was eating, Jiang Xia finally picked up the grotesque writings Fatty had made.
Wow, there really are words written on it, it's not just scribbles.
0x01: Start of transmission
0x02: End of transmission
0x03: Request retransmission
what is this?
Looking down, although the notes were somewhat scraggly, Jiang Xia could still make out the childlike handwriting:
struct header {
uint8_t version: 2; // 2-bit protocol version
uint8_t type: 3; // 3-bit data type
uint8_t seq : 3; // 3-digit sequence number
}; // Total 1 byte
Jiang Xia was shocked and put down the paper in his hand.
It circled the fat boy twice.
"who are you?"