Others show their swords, I show my missiles!

In the center of the field tent, there was a simple wooden table, surrounded by several crude stools.

Zhang Dabiao, wearing a somewhat worn but very neatly-kept military uniform, was busy running back and forth. Although he was the one hosting the banquet for Li Yunlong, he knew in his heart that the protagonist of this banquet was someone else.

The tense atmosphere on the eve of the war also spread in this small tent. The two men had not seen each other for several months, and each of them missed the days when they fought side by side.

Zhang Dabiao only had some field rations and some captured vegetables, and the meat dishes were just a few cans of beef.

It would be a bit shabby to entertain an old superior like Li Yunlong, especially without wine, which would make it feel a little less interesting.

During the march and combat, discipline was strict and it was difficult to find a drop of alcohol in the entire camp. If you really wanted to drink, you could only hope that the field hospital would have some excess medical alcohol.

At this moment, the tent curtain was suddenly lifted, a cool breeze blew in, and Li Yunlong strode in.

With a familiar and hearty smile on his face, he reached into the quilt and fumbled around for a while, and actually pulled out a big, lively rooster. The rooster flapped its wings and made a "cluck-cluck" sound.

Li Yunlong shouted, "Come here, kill this chicken!"

After saying that, he reached into the quilt again, fumbled for a while, and took out a bottle of 67-degree Hengshui Laobai Gan wrapped in cloth, and carefully put it in his arms.

Li Yunlong looked at Zhang Dabiao and said deliberately:

"You have quite a bit of stock!"

Zhang Dabiao knew that Li Yunlong was trying to cover up something. After all, the "system" was a bit mysterious and it was not easy to tell outsiders. He just smiled and didn't say anything.

The guard standing by stared with wide eyes at the live rooster that suddenly appeared, his face full of disbelief.

Zhang Dabiao was well-known in the camp for his love of hiding things. The guard was thinking to himself:

"Perhaps Commander Zhang got the rooster drunk. Otherwise, why would it be hiding in the quilt and not running around and crowing?"

Time passed quietly in the busyness, and in less than two hours, the steaming hot roast chicken was served on the table.

But the roast chicken looked a little strange, with its neck, thighs, claws and internal organs all missing.

Li Yunlong looked at the roast chicken, then turned to look at Zhang Dabiao, and said jokingly with a smile:

"This is what they call 'if the top beam is crooked, the bottom beam will be crooked'. I learned this from you!"

Zhang Dabiao raised his head and laughed, his voice bright and clear:

"Hahahaha, you were the successor to Old Zhang, and the root of the problem is still with you!"

The two men smiled as they set aside their dishes and sent the guards away.

At this moment, there were only two of them in the tent, and the atmosphere was relaxed and comfortable.

Li Yunlong looked around, secretly took out a bottle of Lao Baigan from his pocket, and said:

"We're at war, so we can't drink too much. Just try it!"

"Good good."

Zhang Dabiao responded, reached out to take the bottle, and skillfully poured half a cup of tea for Li Yunlong and half for himself.

Then he gently closed the bottle, grinned secretly, and stuffed the half-full bottle of wine into the quilt.

The tent had just been built and had no electricity yet, so we had to use oil lamps for lighting.

Under the dim oil lamp, the two men looked at each other and picked up the teacup, as if they had poured all their thoughts, emotions and ambitions for the upcoming war into this small half-teacup of wine.

Li Yunlong picked up the teacup and took a sip. The wine flowed down his throat and a warm feeling instantly came over him. He couldn't help smacking his lips.

"This wine is still so strong, it's a drink for real men!

Da Biao, I haven't seen you for a few months. How are you doing recently? "

Zhang Dabiao also picked up the teacup and took a big sip. The spicy taste made his eyes narrow slightly.

"Captain, what can I do? I just look forward to fighting a few more tough battles with you every day!

You don't know, without you by my side, I always feel like something is missing."

Li Yunlong laughed, picked up a piece of chicken and put it in his mouth, chewing and saying:

"Don't flatter me, you, Zhang Dabiao, are a capable person now.

In this battle, you have to let me see if you have improved your skills!"

Zhang Dabiao grinned and said:

"Captain, just wait and see!

I have not been idle during this period. I have been training with my brothers day and night, waiting for a big fight on the battlefield!

But then again, Captain, has your thing evolved again? Can you provide us with anything new?"

Li Yunlong slammed the table and said proudly:

"That's natural!

Although there are restrictions on entry and exit, I have negotiated terms with that guy and hired a long-term worker to work for us!

Take this roast chicken, for example. In the past, I would never have eaten it like this!"

Zhang Dabiao nodded and said with emotion:

"This thing is really a treasure. If it weren't for it, our life wouldn't be so comfortable.

I just don’t know what new stuff will come out in the future.”

Inside the tent, the candlelight flickered, and the light and shadows swayed on the rough canvas.

Li Yunlong sat at the table, with a few wisps of residual warmth from the food in front of him.

He put down the chopsticks in his hand, his movements casual but with the decisiveness unique to soldiers.

Then he reached out and picked up the teacup beside him, tilted his head back and took another sip, the warm tea sliding down his throat.

At this moment, his eyes were a little blurry, as if his thoughts had drifted to an unknown distance.

"Who knows, let's take it one step at a time.

But as long as we brothers are united, with or without it, we can beat the Japs and the Omanriks into a pulp!"

Li Yunlong's voice was low but revealed an unquestionable heroism. The voice echoed in the tent with a desperate momentum.

Having said this, he suddenly paused, frowned slightly, and thought to himself:

"Are the only enemies in the future really the Japanese and the Omanrik?"

The answer is obviously no.

But he quickly adjusted himself and his expression returned to normal, so that Zhang Dabiao opposite him didn't notice anything unusual.

Zhang Dabiao is not an ordinary person. Years of fighting have made him keenly aware of a strange atmosphere, as if there is an invisible pressure weighing heavily on his heart, causing a trace of worry.

However, this road is full of unknowns and challenges, and we must continue to move forward unwaveringly no matter how great the pressure.

Why let these annoying thoughts ruin this rare moment of being together?

So, Zhang Dabiao didn't say anything, but just sat there eating the meat in the bowl with big mouthfuls and sipping the wine with small sips.

His eyes would occasionally glance at the quilt, thinking about the half bottle of wine left, and he would silently think to himself: This is all the wine left in the quilt, I have to drink it sparingly.

There is a saying that goes: "It is better to be happy alone than to be happy with others"!

Li Yunlong saw all this and laughed in his heart, but did not point it out.

There was a mountain of wine in his system space, and he could have as much as he wanted.

However, now is not the time to get drunk with Da Biao. There are still countless tough battles to fight.

When the war is over, it will be no problem to get drunk for three days and three nights!

At this moment, a series of rapid "beeping" sounds suddenly came from the quiet tent. It turned out that the communicator on Zhang Dabiao's waist was ringing.

Zhang Dabiao suddenly shuddered and stood up quickly. His eyes instantly became sharp and alert, and he said loudly:

"It's an emergency meeting!"

"Okay, go ahead. I have to go back too. Those student soldiers are still waiting for me to give the combat order!"

Li Yunlong looked calm, waved his hand and said.

Zhang Dabiao nodded, turned around and strode to the front of the tent. He reached out and lifted the tent curtain. The cool night breeze instantly rushed in, causing the candlelight to shake.

He stepped into the night without hesitation, his footsteps hurried, and his figure quickly disappeared in the darkness outside the tent.

Li Yunlong looked at the direction where Zhang Dabiao left, thoughtfully.

Then he grabbed the military cap on the table and prepared to go out.

After taking two steps, he seemed to suddenly remember something, stopped, turned back to the bed, took out a bottle of Moutai from the system space, and gently put it into Zhang Dabiao's quilt.

After doing all this, he straightened his clothes, strode out of the tent, got on his bicycle, and headed towards the student army headquarters.

Before he reached the student army headquarters, he was stopped by a messenger, who complained that Li Yunlong often went out without a communicator.

It was not until Li Yunlong took out a Browning M1910 that the communicator hurriedly conveyed the order to Li Yunlong.

Li Yunlong did not dare to delay, snorted, and turned to ride towards the field army headquarters.