I don’t know why I said I was lucky, but I saw that the sky was not completely dark, a few people carried the long table and came to the training ground. Immediately placed the dishes and chopsticks. Leng Feng was suddenly pushed behind his back, "Go to have a meal!"

Leng Feng stood on the edge of a table. The person next to him looked at him twice and said impatiently: "Stand on the opposite side!"

Oh, here are the trainees, and there are Japanese instructors.

It was dark, except for the faint light at the entrance of the small house next to it, it was pitch black. With the faint light, several cooks came with a basin. You could see that the basin was oily and evenly cut large fat slices were floating. After it was put, the cook was standing not far away. Suddenly, the only faint light disappeared, and it was instantly pitch black, and the kind of palm that could not be seen.

"Crash, dingbang" Leng Feng could only hear the storm sound in his ears, and the snoring sounds rang throughout the training ground.

After a moment of dazed, Leng Feng took the chopsticks and went to pick up the food, and found that he was exhausted, "No way! Are you eating?"

A few minutes later, the cook walked up and carried a large plate and said, "Let it go!"

"Wow!" Leng Feng had a good memory now and went to grab it immediately. Oh? The chopsticks felt resistant and picked them up, and they were sent to their mouths and bit them.

"I..." Leng Feng almost cried. What kind of dish is this? It's also full of sandwich? It's so hot, the hot sandwich goes straight into the throat, making Leng Feng feel like he swallowing a piece of charcoal.

The people around him also made a hissing sound, but the sound was satisfying.

After the hotness was over, Leng Feng felt the taste. This taste! It tasted fat and lard, and it was sweet, especially to the throat, but for people who had no oil in their stomachs, it was simply a clear spring that nourished the heart.

At this time, another cook came up and brought a large basin containing steamed buns. Another sentence was "put it down". A pile of claws stretched towards the steamed buns. Leng Feng was no exception. He grabbed one and couldn't eat it. He was so happy that he could do it smoothly.

In this era when the road to wine and meat is stinking, except for the people above who can eat big belly and poop and mouth full of oil, it is good for the people at the bottom to fill their stomachs. This fat mouth is a joy that cannot be enjoyed during the Chinese New Year.

After the steamed buns were divided, the table was removed and they grabbed the steamed buns one by one to walk towards the dormitory. Leng Feng was embarrassed again. He came from a small dark room, so why go back to the small dark room?

"Qingtian Sanro! Go to dormitory No. 2!" The officer came over and threw a set of bedding over. Leng Feng quickly followed, following the direction of his finger and headed towards dormitory No. 2.

As soon as he entered, Leng Feng found that these people should have been disciples of some kind of gymnasium that Geng Liang brought at that time. As for those "big masters", they did not see them. Leng Feng couldn't help but doubt Song Zheyuan's motives.

As soon as he entered, not many people came to talk to him. At noon just now, the officers on the training ground had already made it clear that Sara Akita was not a samurai at all, so the elites of these great halls disdained to pay attention to Sara Akita.

What they didn't know was that when the trainees returned to the dormitory, there were also cooks who mixed a large basket of stick noodles with a small amount of steamed buns with white flour and delivered to the room. The trainees started their second meal. The white floured steamed buns on the table were used to save face. The trainees could eat one by one. They only tasted the steamed buns, and the most powerful people could eat fifteen of them at a time! They all sounded scary, and they looked even more scary, for fear that they would burst their stomachs. It was obvious that they were so oily and water-deficient in their stomachs at that time.

"Your name is Sanro Akita? Which gym is from?" a man came over and asked.

Leng Feng bit his lip and didn't say anything, thinking that I didn't know which gym there was. As a result, this behavior made others think that it was "shy to speak out", so the man said: "Here, you can only eat with the ability. Don't let the Chinese people see that you are strong outside and do the trick, otherwise you will definitely kill you."

Leng Feng bowed tentatively and slightly: "Let's do... thank you for your advice" and said stutteringly.

After saying that, those people ignored Leng Feng and went to rest. As the saying goes, the four great blessings of life, when they were named on the list of gold, they met old friends in a foreign land... But for Japanese people, even if they meet fellow villagers, they have to look at their surnames.

If someone with a Yulin family surname meets a famous family surname, you will, oh, hello, hello, when the fellow villager meets the fellow villager, he is crying and asks to drink.

I met half of my surname, oh, how are you doing? Ah, work together, um, let’s contact you again.

When you encounter a lot of surnames, get out.

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Geng Liang watched the chicken rack lay the bed, then came over with a gun, and invited Geng Liang to the upper-class position there.

No wonder, the chicken rack dares not sleep next to this newcomer, so it is better to leave and stay away.

The lunch break is very short, so the training starts in the afternoon. At this time, the so-called training is to run a circle or something. The instructor is holding a stick on the side, and whoever runs slowly will swing it over.

The chicken rack was hit several sticks without any accident, but there was no way. At first glance, it was a physique that could not resist the shoulders and hands. As soon as I took off my top, I could see the sternum and sternum stem clearly, and the ribs were even more obvious.

"So thin! How did you come in? Did you use a gun?!" Geng Liang was surprised, thinking that the chicken rack was about to look thinner in clothes, but he didn't expect it to be really thin.

No one can help with this. His two tyrants were running. Soon Geng Liang discovered that there was another similar one in the increasingly large running team, but he was a little stronger than this chicken stand and he was hit a few fewer hits.

"What's going on with these two people?" Here we are recruiting commander Geng's direct subordinates. What's going on? Geng Liang was particularly puzzled in his heart, "Even if bandits recruit people, they won't let such a person come in."

Ordinary soldiers cannot leave the camp at will, and new recruits cannot. Geng Liang wanted to ask how these two guys came from, but he couldn't get out, so he had no choice but to observe silently.

At dinner, each person has a bowl and a bucket of steamed buns, and each person has a spoonful of vegetables. As for steamed buns, you can take them yourself. Eat more if you have the ability, and eat less if you have no ability.

People are group animals and can quickly gather together. Many people know about Geng Liang's ability to beat him. Some people want to hold on to him, but they dare not get close to him (invincible, how lonely it is~)

So, for a moment, Geng Liang was still alone.

That night, Geng Liang was shocked and woke up after a little movement. He was always uneasy. He couldn't help but start thinking: "That guy Leng Feng always goes to unfamiliar places. Can he sleep soundly when he sleeps?" Anyway, Geng Liang was not sleeping soundly, and there was a death incident during the day, so he became even more uneasy.

"By the way, what's going on with this fate?" Geng Liang felt it was necessary to contact Leng Feng.
Chapter completed!