"I understand!"

"Everyone is disbanded, let's take your place." Leng Feng waved his hand.

"Brother, it's time to eat." Cong Hu called Leng Feng for food. He is now Leng Feng's part-time guard service.

"Thank you, where are you?"

"I've eaten it. You were having a meeting for everyone just now." Cong Hu explained.

Leng Feng nodded, picked up the chopsticks, and ate the rice in big mouthfuls. Time was tight, and the Japanese army could come up at any time, and they had to compete for more than a second to eat.

"Brother, I saw Chief Wu changing his clothes just now..."

"What did you say?"

"Brother, don't get me wrong. I saw it by accident. Chief Wu seemed to be injured." Cong Hu hurriedly explained.

"Wu Xiaoyun is injured, why didn't she say that?" Leng Feng frowned slightly.

"The injury on the arm seems not to be too serious." Cong Hu said.

"Which arm?"

"Left arm."

"Where are people?"

"It's in the air-raid shelter command post...that small room." Before Cong Hu finished speaking, Leng Feng had already put down his lunch box and rushed in.
Chapter completed!