only...

But there was no squad leader Liu on the other end, so he let go.

"Monitor! Monitor!"

Zhang Erwa rolled and crawled towards the swamp, crying and trying to jump in to save others.

"return!"

Wei Ran grabbed one of the opponent's legs, roughly pulled him to the ground, and then pressed directly on top of him.

"Let me go! I'm going to save Ben..."

"You are the monitor!"

Wei Ran screamed and reminded, "From now on! You will be the squad leader of the cooking class!"

"I..."

Zhang Erwa, who was pinned down on the meadow by Wei Ran, was stunned for a moment, and then he beat the stagnant mud soup hard. Big tears fell from the corners of his eyes with the rain, and finally hit the green grass.

But also on the sharp blades of grass.

"you..."

Wei Ran gritted his teeth, got up unsteadily, and asked with a hard heart, "Squad Leader Zhang, what should we do next?"

When he called out "Monitor Zhang", young Zhang Erwa couldn't help but trembled hard.

After a while, Zhang Erwa, who couldn't hold back her tears, tremblingly grabbed the rope still tied around the horse's neck, climbed up tremblingly, "Comrades, work harder! Pull it up!"

"Yes! Monitor!" Li Zhuang, who was also in tears, roared in response and raised his hand in a particularly formal salute.

"Shi! Half chapter!" The little lama responded loudly and also raised his right hand.

"Yes! Monitor!"

Wei Ran responded loudly at the end, and after saluting, he, Li Zhuang and the young lama grabbed hold of the rope that was still tied to his waist and the horse corpse in no particular order.

Amidst the chants of "1, 2! 1, 2!", the army horse floating on the swamp was pulled to the edge of the meadow by Wei Ran and others, even its front two legs and neck were dragged to the meadow.

above.

But what to do next, or rather how to direct everyone to do something, Zhang Erwa was at a loss. Although he became the acting squad leader of the cooking class, and although he was a probationary party member, he was still a sixteen or seventeen-year-old child.

That’s all.

Because of this, he was still holding on to the rope desperately, as if he wanted to pull the horse completely to the shore, as if that would save his squad leader Liu.

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! With a silent sigh, Wei Ran silently untied the rope still tied around his waist, and gently patted Zhang Erwa's shoulder to signal him

Let go.

Seeing the tearful young soldier looking at him blankly, Wei Ran took a deep breath and said, "Squad leader, leave the rest to me..."

"Okay... okay..." Zhang Erwa wiped the corners of her eyes vigorously, trying her best to suppress her sadness and asked, "I... no, what can we do?"

Wei Ran did not answer, but walked to the edge of the horse corpse that smelled of corpse and took a closer look.

At this time, he could clearly see that behind the saddle of the horse, there was a black cloth roll tightly tied with a rope, and the red words "Supply Department of the Second Workers' and Peasants' Red Army" could be faintly seen on it.

After a while, he picked up his anti-Japanese sword and carefully cut off the saddle girth that seemed to have been replaced with leggings.

He could almost imagine that the person who rode this horse must have eaten all the edible parts of the leather.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but look at the swamp. After a while, the body of the Red Army soldier slowly floated up.

Although there was a distance of two or three meters between the two parties, Wei Ran could still clearly see that one leg of the corpse seemed to be splinted.

Wei Ran shook his head subtly, and carefully pulled off the saddle, saddlebags, and the cloth roll with the writing on it one by one and handed them to Zhang Erwa and others behind him.

"Let's see what's in here first"

Wei Ran said, but in fact it was just to arrange something for these three young people to do so that they would not be too sad. After all... they were still hungry.

Almost subconsciously, Li Zhuang and Zhang Erwa took what Wei Ran handed over.

Opening the black cloth roll first, no one present expected that it turned out to be a piece of oilcloth.

This oilcloth can be used as an oilcloth umbrella or a raincoat, but it is completely different from the waterproof canvas. It is thinner. In short, it is just a coarse cloth soaked in tung oil.

But this square piece of oilcloth is not small. It can be about three or four meters long at least here, and there is a cloth rope sewn at each of the four corners that can be more than one meter long.

Obviously, it was used as a tent cloth, not to mention that there were two patch-covered blankets rolled inside.

After refolding the oilcloth and the soaked blanket and putting them aside, Wei Ran then "instructed" Li Zhuang and Zhang Erwa to take out the items from the pockets on both sides of the mandarin jacket.

Opening the bamboo stick buckle on the left sash pocket, there is a German-style lunch box with a bumpy appearance and four aluminum kettles with wooden stoppers.

In the pocket of the sash on the right, there is a kettle made entirely of copper. There is a wooden stopper stuffed into the spout of the kettle. Try to open the buckle tightly, and it is also tied with a cloth rope.

There was a pile of six enamel bowls inside the lid of the pot.

Just at this moment, Li Zhuang took out the last thing from the pocket of the swag that was originally on the right side of the horse corpse and had been soaked in water, a whistle, a whistle that once belonged to Squad Leader Liu.

"Monitor..."

As soon as the title came out of Li Zhuang's mouth, the tears that he had just worked so hard to hold back flowed down again.

"Give me"

Zhang Erwa said, taking the whistle from Li Zhuang's hand, puffing up his cheeks and blowing it hard.

"Du-du!"

The sharp whistle resounded through the vast grassland. In the cold rain and fog, Zhang Erwa hung the whistle around his neck, wiped the corners of his eyes and shouted loudly, "Cooking class! Roll call!"

"Cooking class, Liu Youxiang!"

"Yes!" Everyone responded in unison, and then they all took off their hats in unison.

"Cooking Class, Li Zhuang!"

"have!"

"Wei Ran!"

"have!"

“Jianpa Kelsang!”

"have!"

"salute!"
Chapter completed!