"Oops! I forgot, I took it by mistake." The old monkey was shocked.

"Real or false!" Ding San's face also turned pale, but he was still grateful for Croton's power.

Especially in this ice and snow, pooping is definitely a difficult task.

"Fake!" The old monkey took a bite of the green onion pancake and dug out a large piece of canned beef.

"You bitch!"

The Italians in the tent obviously also enjoyed their meal.

Ding San and Old Monkey could even faintly hear laughter.

The Ming army did not dare to come out of the cellar without hearing the whistle.

There are many disadvantages to being a new recruit, but there are also advantages, that is, being obedient.

As long as the old monkey doesn't blow the whistle, they will never come out of their hiding place.

Sure enough, it didn't take long for the Italians to start running out.

Regardless of the biting cold wind, I took off my pants and pooped them.

Old Monkey and Ding San heard a sound similar to the roar of a cow in the wild.

"I said, blow the whistle. I'm afraid if they don't die, they will probably freeze to death."

Seeing those Italians defecating in the wild, Ding San poked the old monkey.
Chapter completed!