Yu Xiaoqing asked: "What is the way we should have?"

"I don't know." Jiang Song replied.

Yu Xiaoqing stared at him, "You have been contradicting yourself. As you said, everyone here should die ten or twenty times. Innocent? It's the innocent you said."

"I don't know, really don't know." Jiang Song looked back at the others again. This was a large range of movement in the position where he turned his back to them. "...... There are still such a small group of more than a thousand people left... Maybe because we all had only one good death, so I don't know... The battle at the South Heaven Gate was a big battle for me, with seventeen confrontations. After fighting the biggest battle in my life, I will never know again."

Yu Xiaoqing examined the confusion of the person in front of him for a long time, and that confusion was almost painful.

He said without warning: "Add."

Everyone returned to the room, sitting or standing, staring at the wall or the ceiling.

Sangmenxing asked: "Will he die?"

Everyone else was silent.

Krupp replied, "No."

The others stared at Krupp again, and the person who said this was the one who didn't understand the most, which was really desperate.

"Who wants him to die?" the cripple asked everyone.

Bula scolded: "Well. Yu Xiaoqing is a bastard bastard. The thief stole something he didn't want, and he picked it up by his grandmother who couldn't lay the eggs."

The cripple viewed differently from him, "I think Deputy Secretary Tang has the spirit of killing him. What do you think of the red elements? One wrong word is to make a decision to die, and there is also a reason to escape in the face of a military order."

Ayi defended his superiors: "That's not what he meant!"

The cripple glanced at the guy who was too interested in this matter, "Because he remembers that you are the 15th-stage officer training regiment? It's proven. Some people come to war because they are afraid that they are too weak."

Ayi insisted on his own opinion, "Some people just want to be different from others!"

Veterinary Hao smoothed out, "Okay, okay. The military headquarters wants him to die, okay? His unconventionality is damnable. In fact, he was one or two, but everyone is one or two, not one or two, so he is not one or two, so he is not one or two, and he is damnable."

The door opened. He Shuguang and a few soldiers carrying buckets and holding basins stood outside. They only hoped that they would not have been heard of scolding Yu Xiaoqing just now.

"Eat." He Shuguang said.

The white rice was served in a very unsophisticated flat iron basin. Everyone's rice was poured with a large scoop of juice and sauce, mixed with radish, but mainly meat, and everyone's eyes were staring straight.

Beef. They have long forgotten that cows can be eaten on a plate like this.

This thing is not something for people to eat casually. Even in the division headquarters, everything has been arranged long ago. The cripple is now sure that Jiang Song will not die well. This is not surprising. At the first sight of him, the cripple saw that he was born and died unlucky.

They whirl and ate like pigs. He Shuguang retreated as soon as possible to avoid hearing such chewing and sighing, muttering as he walked, "...have you eaten a lot of breakfast?"

Everyone ignored it and chewed.

Yu Xiaoqing and his people didn't look hungry, so what Jiang Song said was destined to be in vain, and he deserved to die twice as much.

The second round of trial began for a while, and no one sat down, listening quietly because what we were talking about was also what we were concerned about. This round of trial became more peaceful, and Yu Xiaoqing was no longer willing to sit down, but he had no intention of drawing a gun, and he no longer even played with his gun holster.

He asked Jiang Song: "You have been to such places, so can you speak dialects from more than a dozen provinces?"

"I learned a few words in an inappropriate way. I could also speak a few words in Mongolian and Tibetan, and I could also speak a few words in Manchu, but Manchu himself didn't say it. There are also Miao, Yi, Lisu people... I can say a few words in fragmented words."

Yu Xiaoqing said a rare Hunan dialect: "You broke into the ghost."

"I have to take a chance. I have to eat." Jiang Song also replied in Hunan dialect.

Yu Xiaoqing continued to ask with some satisfaction: "What are your very confused family doing?"

Jiang Song's expression looked a little disdainful, although everyone had seen how he treated the dead, and knew that he was not so disdainful, "Head of Conjuring."

"What are you doing?" Yu Xiaoqing didn't seem to hear clearly.

"spiritualism."

"What?"

"Soul-received."

The two of them started to have that kind of repeated confrontation again, and at this time both of them seemed to be very worthy of beating.

Yu Xiaoqing showed a real disdainful expression, "It's the kind of child having a cold and a fever, and the old woman took a basin and knocked it out and screamed? Or was it the kind of howling with a copper plate for a moment?"

Jiang Song looked a little embarrassed, "It's not that simple. People have their own land, and their souls return home. My family is dedicated to calling the dead souls and asking the dead to return home. In peaceful and prosperous times, few people die, and still die on their own land, so it's hard for my family to live. In the autumn of war, many people die, but no one hires you to call me when I die in a wandering state, so it's even harder for us to live. I keep walking and calling me."

"Do you really believe that people have souls? Confucianism, Taoism, Buddhism, Zen Pure Land, God and Christ, which kind do you believe in?" Yu Xiaoqing added a sarcastic sentence, "Is it still the five dou of rice dou?"

Jiang Song replied: "I believe it carefully, so I can't even say it."

"What I said is that you really believe that people have their own souls? Do you have their own souls?" Yu Xiaoqing asked him.

Jiang Song was stuck for a long time, "I don't know."

Yu Xiaoqing concluded: "That's a god."

It seems that Jiang Song would rather admit this, "it's a god."

"Why are the divine men joining the army again?"

"I was hit by a plague when I was in Ningxia. Both my parents died. My mother told me that I couldn't do this job. I had no soul. I was too angry to let the dead return home, and I would also make them uneasy."

Yu Xiaoqing ordered: "You ask me to see."

"...what?" But Jiang Song must have heard Yu Xiaoyi's order clearly.

"Don't pretend to be stupid. Conjure the soul."

"...I can't do it. It not only disturbs people, but also disturbs living people."

"Recruit. Our military orders are like a mountain."

It seems that there is no need to shirk it. Jiang Song had to sing for a while, and chanted, "The soul is back! The river is always dry, what is more in all directions! The joy of sacrificing you, how can you leave him more inauspicious! The soul is back! The east cannot..."
Chapter completed!