Bright Sword: Japs, times have changed

It was already afternoon when he left the hospital. Lin Qiang thought that although his physical condition was not as good as that of the special forces members, it was much stronger than that of ordinary people.

The result is indeed strong, but it is just a wall supporting the wall.

800 ml of blood made him feel a little dizzy when walking. In the end, Zhao Yuling helped him out with a red face.

After expressing his gratitude, Lin Qiang looked at the special forces members whose frequency was getting slower and slower, and his anger subsided a lot.

Judging from the wet marks on the ground, these teammates must have been slow, but they definitely did not cheat or slack off.

"All rise!"

After the order was given, the special forces members gritted their teeth and stood up to line up. All of them were extremely weak.

"I'll give you one night to rest. Tomorrow morning, meet me at the training ground!"

"Disband!"

No one mentioned worrying about Duan Peng anymore, because they knew that Lin Qiang's order to disband meant that Duan Peng's situation was under control.

This is indeed the case. Duan Peng's condition has been controlled, all the bullets in his body have been removed, and he is no longer in danger of death.

Because Dr. Zhang had a long operation, he returned to his room to rest after finishing it. Lin Qiang had to come back tomorrow to thank him.

Just as he was about to leave, Zhao Yuling behind him said, "Platoon Leader Lin, I didn't mean to do what happened just now. I hope... you won't be angry."

Lin Qiang looked like a man with kidney deficiency. He turned around slowly and said with a smile, "You are doing this for my own good. I can't thank you enough. Don't let your imagination run wild."

have a bee in one's bonnet.

What Platoon Leader Lin means is that I should not have any other messy thoughts?

So does that mean I shouldn't think too much about whether he's angry or something else?

Or……

At this moment, many thoughts intertwined in Zhao Yulin's mind, like a spider web.

Seeing Lin Qiang leave without looking back, Zhao Yuling became more certain of her guess.

The look in her eyes as she looked at Lin Qiang's back was filled with loss, and her eyes began to turn red.

"By the way, thank you for today."

Lin Qiang stopped, turned around and said, "Don't forget, you said you would give me some red date cake, don't go back on your word!"

Red date cake is really delicious.

Because the distance was too far and Lin Qiang was dizzy from excessive blood loss, he didn't notice the change in Zhao Yulin's expression at all.

After walking a few more steps, Lin Qiang said loudly, "By the way, don't call me Platoon Leader Lin anymore."

Zhao Yuling cried with joy, her face filled with happiness.

"Then I'll call you Lin..."

"I've been promoted, and the order has come down. From now on, you have to call me Captain Lin!"

"what?"

Zhao Yuling was stunned!

Lin Qiang had already walked away, and she was so angry that she stomped her feet.

Sister Wang and the other girl hid behind the door and watched the scene, covering their mouths and trying hard not to laugh out loud.

"Look, what girl doesn't have spring dreams? Another virgin girl is about to die~"

"Sister Wang, why don't you find one too?"

Sister Wang stroked her temples and said charmingly, "I, your sister Wang, already have someone in my heart!"

…………

"Hey, Squad Leader Zhao, what day is it today? Why are you killing so many chickens?"

The team expanded, the original captain became the company commander, the group leader became the platoon leader, and even the soldiers from the kitchen team became squad leaders like Zhao Dezhu.

The first platoon became an independent battalion, but the kitchen squad was still the kitchen squad, even though including the logistics department it still had a team of 200 people.

"Don't worry about it, kid. This is for the soldiers who donated blood and the battalion commander."

Zhao Dezhu answered while busying himself.

"Hey, I hope Captain Duan is safe."

"Bah, can you even speak?"

Zhao Dezhu said dissatisfiedly: "What do you mean by hope? It's definitely okay!"

The soldier twisted his face, slapped himself, and said, "Look at my mouth, I deserve a beating!"

"Stop being so naive. Go to the woodshed and get me some firewood."

"Got it!"

"By the way, bring the soup pot over here."

"okay, I get it!"

"Be careful, kid. It's just one pot. Don't break it!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a graceful figure appeared in the kitchen.

"Hey, Miss Zhao, why are you here?"

The person who came was Zhao Yulin. When she saw what Zhao Dezhu was busy with, she found the scene a bit unbearable to watch.

Zhao Yuling suppressed her discomfort, put the things in her hand on the table beside her, and said, "Squad Leader Zhao, these are red dates. My mother picked them out and asked me to bring them here."

"Okay, put it there."

Zhao Dezhu was busy and said without raising his head.

Just when he thought Zhao Yuling had left, he suddenly heard her say, "Um, Squad Leader Zhao, I want to trouble you with something. I don't know..."

"Whether it's troublesome or not, just tell me."

On weekdays, Zhao Yuling gets along well with everyone and doesn't have the airs of a lady from a wealthy family.

She is curious about everything, and with her cute looks and talkative mouth, people in the base are happy to teach her.

I don’t know when it started, but after Zhao Yulin finished her work in the hospital, she would come to the kitchen to learn how to cook from Zhao Dezhu.

As a man, it is inevitable that he will have some blind self-confidence.

At first, Zhao Yuling came every day, so Zhao Dezhu thought it was...

Later, I heard Aunt Pang and others say that I learned that learning to cook is to become virtuous.

Fortunately, I didn't talk nonsense at that time, otherwise...

When Zhao Dezhu thought of those unusual punishments, cold sweat broke out on his back.

So, if Zhao Yuling has something to do now, Zhao Dezhu will never refuse as long as he can do it.

"Well, after you make the chicken soup, could you please let me take it to Platoon Leader Lin?"

The further Zhao Yulin spoke, the softer her voice became. Zhao Dezhu probably couldn't hear any noise.

"That's it, no problem!"

Just after agreeing, Zhao Dezhu looked at the other party's shy look, rolled his eyes, and said, "Miss Zhao, it's nothing to just send it over, and it's not something you made yourself. Do you want me to teach you how to make a pot of chicken soup for the battalion commander?"

What bad intentions could Zhao Dezhu have?

He just wanted to bring the two of them together.

"really?"

Zhao Yuling was a little excited, but then she calmed down: "But I don't know how to make it. What if the soup doesn't taste good?"

Zhao Dezhu patted his chest and said, "I'm here, don't you still believe in my craftsmanship?"

"That's great!"

Zhao Yuling didn't seem to mind the mess at the moment, and said happily, "It just so happens that the hospital is fine. Thank you, Squad Leader Zhao!"

"You are welcome."

Zhao Dezhu smiled and said, "As long as Miss Zhao can whisper in the battalion commander's ear more often, this little thing won't be a big deal. Forget about teaching you how to stew chicken. Even if you want to learn how to make a full banquet, that's no problem at all!"