Manual of Space-Time Interference

"Everyone, sit down!" Dialect stood on the table and shouted to the brothers who had gathered.

At this time, there are still two days before the dialect returns, that is, at 5 o'clock in the afternoon of the day after tomorrow, he will also return to his own time and space, so now, he needs to do his last thing, and then put his own Brothers, take them all out.

"Everyone, how are you doing these days?" Fang Yan also sat down and shouted to the side. Although the face of the originally tired and thin national army soldier was still a little dirty, it could be seen that it was red. Light, and a pair of piercing eyes.

"It's so comfortable...I haven't enjoyed it so much since I was a kid..."

"You don't know how wonderful the expressions of the devils who bring things are every time..."

"Ms. Taite is relieved, we are the grandfathers of the devil now..."

"Follow Brother Fang, wherever the devil goes, we'll be our grandson..."

With laughter, the surrounding brothers began to discuss one after another, with smiles on their faces...

"Everyone, be quiet, be quiet!" A smile appeared on Fang Yan's face, he raised his hand and pressed it, and the surrounding brothers slowly quieted down.

"I know, everyone is very happy now, but." Looking at the pair of eyes full of admiration and conviction, he paused, became serious, and continued, "Everyone may not want to hear this, but I have to say it. come out…"

"Brother, just say what you say." Hu Zi raised his hand and shouted, interrupting Dialect's words.

"Yes, you said, what are you afraid of..."

"We are all soldiers. It is luck that we can survive until now. Before we die, we can make the devil our grandson. This life is worth it!"

"We are all half-dead people, and those who are afraid of death are all in the soil..."

The surrounding soldiers shouted, although they had never read books and could not recognize a few big characters, but their hearts were very clear. Their current situation did not need to be spoken in dialects, and their hearts were also clear. Perhaps they have long since died in the barren mountains and old forests.

Dialect's eyes were a little wet. Looking at the brothers around him, he raised his hand and pressed it again, and said, "This time, we are not going to die."

Nodding to Lin Dong next to him, he took a breath and said loudly, "We want to go back to Nanjing, this is an order."

There was silence, but it suddenly became noisy,

"Isn't it just going back to Nanjing, just say it!"

"Then what... Zhao Zilong, yes, let's kill seven in and seven out..."

"It doesn't matter, anyway, where Brother Fang is going, I'll follow..."

One after another voice came over, and the dialect breathed a sigh of relief. Everyone's blood was still there, so he said, "Everyone, be quiet, I'll say one more thing."

"It was Lin Tuan and I's idea to go back to Nanjing. There are still nearly 300,000 people in Nanjing. We are going to save them and save you."

Fang Yan sighed, looked at the stunned soldiers, and continued, "I need 3 people who are not afraid of death, who will be the queen of the brothers and the people with me. Who will come?"

Dialect looked at the brothers below, unexpectedly not silent, but firm eyes.

"I'm coming!" Lin Dong raised his hand and shouted loudly.

"I...I!" Hu Zi also raised his hand and replied with Lin Dong, for fear that he would not be selected.

"I!"

"I!"

One hand after another raised up, and all the soldiers scrambled to raise their right hand. Dialect watched this scene and was very moved, but also felt helpless. After thinking about it, he stood up.

"Line up, gather!" Diao Yan shouted, the brothers sitting on the ground quickly stood up and lined up in front of the table,

"Stand at attention... obey orders!"

"If you have wives, children, young and old, come out!"

"Those who have no siblings at home, get out!"

"If your brothers are in the army, get out!"

"Those who have wives but no children, come out!"

"Those who are under 20 this year will be listed!"

With five loud roars in a row, the hall seemed extremely silent. Dialect looked at his brothers who didn't move at all, and got angry. He searched everywhere for something, but found that there was nothing to smash.

"What's the matter, don't you, don't you, you don't want to live, right? You all want to die, right? You all want to watch your brothers die, right?"

Dialect pointed at the group of soldiers and cursed loudly.

"Neither of you are soldiers, but cowards. Lin Dong, let me tell you, you are still not their regimental commander. You have a wife, you have parents, your motherfucker..."

Lin Dong looked at the dialect, his eyes began to turn red, he stepped out unwillingly, stood up straight, and did not say a word.

"Fuck it!" Dialect shouted hysterically. One by one, the soldiers lowered their heads and walked out of the queue with tears in their eyes, but their bodies were straight.

Dialect looked at the soldiers who kept standing up and shook his head bitterly. He knew that this group of people wanted to leave the chance to survive for others, these lovely soldiers...

"The rest, report the number."

"1...2...3..."

"Goudan, UU Reading www.uukanshu.com you are listed!" Dialect looked at Goudan, who was obviously a head shorter than others, and said.

"I don't!" Goudan roared, shrinking his body back.

"Come out!" Dialect glared at Goudan, and at the same time, Lin Dong also went up and pulled Goudan out, Goudan kept twisting, but he couldn't break free from Lin Dong's shackles.

The counting continued, and when it was over, Dialect took out a handful of paper **** from his trouser pocket, counted 24, and took out 3 from another pocket, placed them on the table, and spread them out with his hands.

"From left to right, one by one, I caught it..." Before the dialect could finish speaking, brothers one after another came up and silently picked up a ball of paper.

After there was no paper ball on the table, Dialect asked his own words, "Which three brothers?"

An older soldier came up and threw a ball of paper with a black image in the middle on it. Then a thin young soldier also came up and put his ball of paper on the table as well.

"And me!" Hu Zi squeezed out of the crowd and roared happily, "Brother Fang, if I said to help you stop bullets, I will help you stop bullets!"

Hu Zi threw the paper ball over, Fang Yan smiled and looked at the two silent people, "What's your brother's name?"

"Old Cannon!"

"Scholar!"

Dialect nodded and continued, "When you stay, I have something to explain to you."

"Everyone, let's go. We will gather here at 6 o'clock tomorrow morning, everyone have a good night's sleep." Dialect shouted.

The surrounding soldiers came over one by one and formed the queue again. Lin Dong stood in front of the queue and roared in a long voice.

"Stand at attention!"

"salute!"