The training was over, and a group of people gathered together to return to their residence. Cui Bo carried his big gun and two crutches, and walked in front.

Cui Bo was blown up by a butter knife when he was directionally blasted. He was lucky and was injured. He had no injuries on his face. He had a protective position on his torso, but his legs were actually hit by bricks and cement blocks. The fragments produced by the blast were almost the same as bullets, so Cui Bo was injured everywhere.

The smaller wounds have almost healed, but the more serious injuries have not been completely healed. If Cui Bo wants to act, he can only use crutches to avoid affecting the wound on his legs.

Yizhuyizhu walked forward with a funny look, but Cui Bo walked very quickly. Fry couldn't help laughing behind him, "Rabbit, why are you doing so fast?"

Cui Bo looked at his watch and turned his head and said, "Idiot, Dorex is about to start a meal. If you don't leave, you can get some food!"

Fry was stunned, then said with excitement: "Yes! Go to Doles for free!"

"Doreslian, how martyr? What's the name of my second o'clock?"

Gao Yang's first sentence was still in English, but the next sentence was changed to Chinese, because the name of the company that Cui Bo and the others said was really unlucky according to the pronunciation of Chinese, right?

Cui Bo shouted: "The place name is a small town. Most of the people in this company belong to Dores. The angels formed people according to the place names. I don't know what he thought, but let's put people from a place together, and it is said that the combat power is stronger."

Grolev shouted: "This is also a tradition in Ukraine and Russia. After all, it is a militia, and they are all temporarily pieced together. People in a place know each other, and many of them are relatives. If they are brought together, they will have a stronger combat effectiveness."

Gao Yang nodded and said, "That's it. I thought it was a naming method like the Kiev Front or the Minsk Front."

Cui Bo said anxiously: "Don't say so much, go quickly, you will have no food to eat if you are late."

Gao Yang said curiously: "Their food is delicious?"

Erin smiled and said, "It's not that delicious, but it's much better than our food. Their ingredients are not very good. Now the supply of supplies here is relatively tight. But the vegetable soup is much better than ours."

Grolev shouted: "Yes, their chefs are all nearby residents, and the food they eat is provided by nearby residents. At least there is no shortage of vegetables now."

Gao Yang smiled and said, "Then let's go quickly. You can't eat too late. If it's too late, you won't have to eat."

The people from Doresh Company have already started preparing for dinner. Many people gathered near the cafeteria. It was the first time Gao Yang had a close contact with the militia in Dongwu, so he was very interested in observing the team.

The so-called cafeteria is actually a shed. A few large pots were placed. The black devils that were essential for each meal were placed on the shelf for people to take. Before the vegetable soup was released, two men in their fifties and sixties were holding in front of the two large pots and stirring them vigorously. Four aunts also brought out the tableware cleaned and put in the large washing basin.

About fifty or sixty people were wearing all kinds of clothes, most of whom were wearing camouflage, and a white cloth strip was tied on their arms as the difference between them and the Ukrainian official army. But at least one-third of them were wearing casual clothes and their clothes were not uniform, but their weapons were all very complete. At least no one had an automatic rifle, and most of them had grenade launchers on them. There were even several people carrying a disposable rocket launcher in addition to the rifle.

Everyone was full of magazines. Grenades and rifles were also hung. Ukraine lacked anything, but there was definitely no shortage of weapons and ammunition. Gao Yang also saw five people with double gun generals, one AK74 and one Dragorov sniper rifle. On the two cars parked outside the crowd, a 12.7mm caliber heavy machine gun was pulled behind a leather truck, while the weapons pulled on the other small truck were harsh, with two millimeter machine guns installed in the two companies.

Judging from the weapons alone, this army does not look like a mob, but from the age of the personnel, there are all kinds of people. From teenagers to fifties and sixties, Gao Yang also saw a person wearing a suit and glasses, and his words and demeanor were very literate. He also carried a gun and chatted with people.

The soldiers of Doleslian were waiting for the meal without any discipline. They gathered together in groups of three or five to chat, talking and laughing. Many people were holding their own basins and waiting for the meal. They had all kinds of basins, including standard aluminum lunch boxes from the Russian and Ukrainians, some were holding stainless steel basins, and some didn't take anything. They would use the tableware provided by the canteen.

When eating, it is a good time to observe the morale of a unit. If you gather together in a lifeless manner and have a chat or laugh, you can see in a particularly intuitive way the morale of a unit.

It seemed that Doreshlian had a good morale. When he walked over from the crowd, Grolev and his friends were already familiar with Doreshlian. After a group of people were joking and greeting him, they approached the shed to prepare for meals. Cui Bo said anxiously: "Take the basin, there is enough food here, but there is no meat behind the scenes, and the soup is all sparse. Hey, hey, look, Brother Yang, the new one, there are several women!"

On the other side of the canteen, there were more than twenty people waiting. Even someone was talking to them, and it seemed that they were waiting for a meal. However, these were secondary. What was important was that there were four girls among the more than twenty new people.

The four girls looked small, all in their twenties. Three of them were talking to the men around them. Only one girl sat alone in a common carriage in rural Ukraine. She held a Dragorov sniper rifle in both hands and looked at the person in front of her with a smile.

Cui Bo suddenly felt energetic. Just as the eyes of many Satan people were lit, he had already rushed to the front of the girl sitting alone with crutches and shouted in Russian: "Hi, hello, are you a sniper?"

The girl was wearing a sea soul shirt, two braids, and a small round face. She was the cute and cute type. She couldn't say how beautiful she was. She was yelling and laughing at the corner of her mouth, and she didn't know what she was thinking. She was definitely very, very cute when she sat there in a daze.
Chapter completed!