The strongest rocket soldier

Chapter 206

Ding Xiaojun extended a thumb towards No. 007. No. 007 opened his mouth and showed a row of big white teeth. He became more excited and took the initiative to search first.

In the future, the two will cooperate, the low one will use the tools in Ding Xiaojun's hands, and the high one will use the No. 007 slingshot. Of course, the two of them will not be able to hit every shot, and a few of them will be let go.

More than half an hour later, the two had more than a dozen turtledoves in their hands. At this time, the two stopped hunting and walked out of the woods with a bunch of turtledoves.

The two first found a small stream, cleaned up the dozen turtledoves, mixed some mud by the river, wrapped the turtledoves in leaves, and wrapped them in mud again.

The turtledove looks not small, but after plucking and cleaning, the rest is no bigger than a fist. After wrapping the turtledove, I dig a hole on the ground, and then put the turtledove wrapped in mud into the hole. Cover it with a layer of soil and light a fire on it, and you don't care.

"Is this the way of beggar chicken?" No. 007 asked involuntarily as he watched Ding Xiaojun wash the dirt off his hands.

Ding Xiaojun washed the mud off his hands with stream water, stood up, and shook his hands twice: "To be precise, it is made of lotus-leaf chicken, but there are no leaves, and leaves are used instead. As for beggar chicken, it should be the same as This is very similar, but it seems that beggar chickens are not plucked, but directly covered with mud, and I have not studied the specifics."

No. 007 took a few thick branches and added them to the fire, and looked at the approaching Ding Xiaojun: "I thought it was the beggar chicken that Hong Qigong researched, but it wasn't, there are so many details. knowledge."

Ding Xiaojun sat next to No. 007, took off his backpack, and put it on his back: "I guess, this lotus leaf chicken should have evolved from beggar chicken. To put it bluntly, they are all mud-coated chickens. It’s just that the lotus-leaf chicken looks cleaner, but in fact, there’s nothing different about it, even in terms of taste, it shouldn’t change too much, at best it’s a bit of a lotus-leaf fragrance.”

"I think so too. What should we call this? Turtle dove with leaves? It doesn't sound very nice." No. 007 also sat down, took out his dagger, and shaved on his chin. long.

"Damn it, it's too dangerous for you. Don't accidentally cut your throat. We're not close to the city. We won't be able to send you to the doctor in time. With the first aid knowledge we've learned, cutting your throat won't save you. As Ding Xiaojun said, he moved outside, farther away from No. 007, in case he accidentally bumped into No. 007 and had some small accident.

"You can't say something good. What you say will change the taste in your mouth. Don't say that I shave with a dagger. Many veterans do it like this. Let alone, we shave with a military dagger. It’s great, it’s better than a razor, if you try it, you should take care of yourself, you need to look good in the army.” 007 said, wiped the blade of the dagger, and re- Put it away, and looked at the dagger on Ding Xiaojun's leg.

Ding Xiaojun looked at No. 007 suspiciously, and No. 007 gave Ding Xiaojun a look of confirmation. Ding Xiaojun drew out his paratrooper knife in hatred, put his left hand on his chin, raised his head, and the paratrooper knife was at a thirty-degree angle Scraped over it.

"It's really easy to use, a bit like the shaving knife used in barbershops." After Ding Xiaojun finished speaking, he shaved his tight skin again.

"Of course, at the beginning, I felt the same danger as you, but seeing the veterans doing that, I tried it myself, and after that, I got used to it, but I can't let the leaders know about this behavior. Otherwise, training will be necessary, and you must keep your hands steady when shaving, our military knives are very sharp, and a jitter may be a bloody mouth." No. 007 kindly explained the precautions to Ding Xiaojun .

No. 007 added a few sticks of firewood to the fire, and continued: "Xiao Ding, you have only been in the army for a short time, and there are some things you have to learn to discover. For example, in an emergency, our dagger can also be used A scalpel is used, but that's rarely the case."

"Of course I know that." Ding Xiaojun looked at No. 007, handed over a wooden stick in his hand, and pointed to a bit of dry grass that was ignited beside the capital: "Put it out, don't cause a fire."

No. 007 did not pick up the wooden stick handed by Ding Xiaojun, and stomped on the ignited dry grass with his feet, "thump, thump, thump" three times, and the ignited dry grass was left with only smoke, and 007 kicked again, The few remaining Mars are gone.

"You are just lazy and easy." Ding Xiaojun said, threw the wooden stick into the fire, wiped the dagger and put it away.

"Xiao Ding, you said that there are still those big birds that can shoot turtledoves." No. 007 took off the slingshot from his waist, pulled it away, and aimed at a place far away. He yelled a 'crack', and then made a backward movement.

"A slingshot, you have played the fruit of a sniper rifle, and I have convinced u." After Ding Xiaojun finished speaking, he stopped talking to No. 007, and took a small wooden stick to conceive and draw on the ground beside the fire.

Seeing that Ding Xiaojun was not talking, No. 007 walked over to Ding Xiaojun curiously and watched Ding Xiaojun draw on the ground. After three or four ten minutes, No. 10 rubbed his eyes and looked at it, but he still couldn't see what Ding Xiaojun was drawing.

Ding Xiaojun stopped, and when he raised his head, he bumped into No. 007's chin. No. 007 took two steps back holding his chin, and stared at Ding Xiaojun: "Why don't you look up first, at least say no."

"You're still blaming me. Who told you to get so close? In other words, what did you see? Do you have any comments?" Ding Xiaojun rubbed the place where his head collided with No. 007's chin, and pointed to the composition on the ground asked.

No. 007 approached Ding Xiaojun, clutching his chin, and turned his eyes to the unclear drawing drawn by Ding Xiaojun on the ground: "I can understand a ball, what did you draw? To be honest, the square frame on it is a circle. I do know."

"This is the automated magazine that I imagined. Seriously, it is the 21st century now, and it has been intelligentized for a long time, but our magazine still maintains the manual operation of the world, let alone intelligent, even fully mechanized. It didn’t come true, I can’t stand it anymore, no, I thought of a more intelligent design from the discovery of these two days.” Ding Xiaojun said, pointing to the square frame on the painting, and he was about to explain.

"Stop, I'm not in the mood to listen to you explaining the design of the magazine. I already smell the meat. As for the intelligent design, you'd better tell someone who understands it. Now I want to eat meat." After No. 007 finished speaking, he squatted next to the fire with two thick wooden sticks.

(End of this chapter)