Shipborne Special Forces.

The source of the sound was naturally Bi Fujian and his two companions, but the problem was that their current appearance was simply too terrifying.

Jia Qu and the others stared at Grandpa Bi and the other two, speechless with shock for a long time, because they really couldn't believe that these three were really Grandpa Bi, Wang Aiguo, and the martial monk.

Finally, as the three approached, the captain of Team 13 spoke in a trembling voice, "Who goes there?"

"Team Leader Mo, if you keep chatting like this, you'll end up with no friends," Grandpa Bi said calmly to the captain of Team 13.

The captain of Team 13 is surnamed Mo, so she is usually called Captain Mo.

Captain Mo was young, and her rank was only one level lower than Grandpa Bi's—just a deputy battalion commander. So, in principle, she should have shown Grandpa Bi more respect. However, she was too shocked to speak coherently.

Upon hearing the voice and confirming it was Grandpa Bi, Captain Mo finally spoke, "Captain Bi, is that really you? What happened to you?"

Wang Aiguo smiled bitterly to himself at this moment, of course he knew what the three of them looked like.

Forty-five minutes ago, Grandpa Bi drove off into a field because he couldn't ride a tricycle at all.

Going down to the field isn't important; what's important is that he needs the monks and Wang Aiguo to pull him up, and also pull the cart up.

As a result, the road surface was slippery, and Wang Aiguo and the monk fell in during the pulling process. The three of them then rolled around in the mud for a long time.

The main reason they arrived so late was that the three of them couldn't get back up after falling. If a passing farmer hadn't found them, they might not have been able to get home tomorrow.

Of course, these things couldn't be said aloud, so Grandpa Bi cleared his throat and said casually, "On our way here, we encountered a car stuck in a field. We went up to help them push the car, and that's when we got splashed with mud."

"So that's how it is!" The crowd exclaimed in surprise, their eyes filled with admiration for the three of them.

The People's Liberation Army comes from the people and helps the people; that is an honor!

Hearing Grandpa Bi's explanation, the monk's lips twitched, and at that moment, his master's words echoed in his mind.

"Martial monk, a monk doesn't lie!"

Just as the monk was about to say something, he suddenly noticed two murderous gazes appearing on his left and right.

It was none other than Wang Aiguo and Grandpa Bi.

"Master, I was forced into this situation, so it shouldn't count as breaking the precept, right?" The monk thought with his eyes closed and a pained expression on his face.

.......

Everyone arrived quickly, but then they discovered another problem.

There are steps on the mountain, so small tricycles can't go up. So everyone has to carry their things up on their backs.

Meat and some vegetables are fine, everyone can share them. But what about the 120 pounds of potatoes for both teams?

Why are there so many potatoes? Well, that's something to explain.

If you had to pick one food as your staple food in the military, it wouldn't be rice or steamed buns, but potatoes. Potatoes in the military are incredibly versatile; they can be eaten as meat, as rice, or even as fruit.

You can go a day without food, but you can't go a day without potatoes.

To be honest, Wang Aiguo could understand this quite well, because he had seen people who didn't eat leafy green vegetables and meat, but he had never seen anyone who didn't eat potatoes. The adaptability of potatoes was simply unbeatable, even surpassing that of rice and steamed buns.

Before joining the army, Wang Aiguo watched a movie about an astronaut who was stranded on Mars and survived for several months on potatoes. He had also seen on foreign forums that scientists had stated that potatoes would be a staple food for humans in a few hundred years.

Of course, despite all the benefits of potatoes, Wang Aiguo still didn't want to carry that 60-pound bag. He and the monk had already had a rough enough day; they probably didn't want to get any worse off.

At that moment, Wang Aiguo discovered that everyone's eyes were suddenly on him and the martial monk.

"Damn it! You bunch of ingrates!" Wang Aiguo cursed inwardly at these ungrateful bastards.

.......

Five minutes later, everyone started climbing the mountain. The male soldiers volunteered to carry the vegetables, each carrying a bag of various ingredients.

However, there were only two exceptions among them: Erpang and Sanpang. They were responsible for carrying Wang Aiguo and the monk's backpacks.

Wang Aiguo and the martial monk, each carrying a 60-pound woven bag, were trudging up the mountain with faltering steps.

"These ungrateful people just watched us carry potatoes like that," Wang Aiguo cursed.

The monk sighed deeply, speechless, and said, "Strictly speaking, this has nothing to do with them. Isn't this just Grandpa Bi settling a personal score and getting revenge on the two of us?"

"Wait a minute, something doesn't feel right. Why would he want revenge on us? If it weren't for the two of us, could he have gotten out?"

"I don't know, maybe it's because the two of us didn't grab him in time, which caused him to fall into the field."

"Isn't this an unavoidable factor?" Wang Aiguo thought to himself, speechless.

Carrying potatoes was tiring, but compared to Wang Aiguo, the monk was in a better mood. Because he was carrying potatoes for the female soldiers, the women soldiers weren't looking at him with hostility anymore.

Another thing that the monks found acceptable was that Grandpa Bi said they would be temporarily assigned to the cooking squad as kitchen helpers starting tomorrow. Although being in the cooking squad on their day off seemed a bit unpleasant, there were still some lucrative opportunities there. After all, they could eat their fill, and their behavior was relatively free, temporarily not under Jia Qu's control.

And so the two of them walked step by step at the very back of everyone else, slowly climbing the mountain.

.......

That night, Wang Aiguo and the martial monk stayed up very late. Although they were very tired, because they were covered in mud, they could only take a bath first and wash their clothes at the same time.

This outpost has now been fully reopened, and the facilities inside have been replaced in advance. According to Jia Qu and his team, it will now serve as a training base and can also be used as an ammunition depot during peacetime.

Although there was no hot water in the newly renovated base, tap water had been turned on.

It's already late October, and most people can't stand cold showers anymore, but for Wang Aiguo and the monk, who are both tough and resilient, it's just a drop in the ocean.

They finally went to bed around 12:30 a.m. And as soon as they got into bed, they both fell asleep instantly.

The next day, when the two woke up, they found that the sunlight through the window was already high in the sky.

Of course, that's not the most important thing. The most important thing is that they discovered a familiar face that they really didn't want to see.

"You two, it's already 10:30, how much longer do you plan to sleep?"