The subsequent development of things was completely within my expectations.

I took all the guards away and went to have dinner with me. When I came back, the red one was gone. I lay back on the bed, covered the quilt, and there seemed to be a little red one left in the air, on the mattress, and on the quilt. I couldn't help but pull the quilt and sniff it. I took it for granted that there was only the smell of disinfectant on it.

Ha...How could it be...I must have been possessed by evil spirits, I must have... Otherwise, how could I do such a stupid thing?

Maybe it was because I had been sleeping for too long, or maybe it was because there have been too many things recently, and it was all major events. I had been lying in bed for a long time and didn’t feel sleepy. Thinking about it, thinking about it, my mind became more and more confused. When it was almost dawn, I finally felt sleepy and then I fell asleep.

When I woke up again, the old farmer was sitting on a chair beside the bed and dozing off. Last time I went back to the army to carry the gun, I had already told the old farmer about my hospitalization, and also told him the hospital and ward number.

I asked him to go to my room when he had time and brought me some report paper. I was idle in the hospital, so it would be better to write out the loss report in advance. For me, this thing is like homework for winter and summer vacations during school, writing and finishing things early.

I looked at the bedside table, and there was only a vase on it, and a bouquet of white flowers were inserted in the vase, which looked pretty. I sat up, reached out to the drawer of the bedside table, and pulled it open. Sure enough, I found the report paper, pen and ink inside.

I sat by the bed, pushed the vase to the inside of the bedside table, freeing up space for writing reports, and then started writing reports. When the report was almost finished, the old farmer finally woke up. He was awakened by his spit, because he coughed so hard that he almost lost his balance and fell off the chair.

The guard outside the door heard the coughing sound and thought I was coughing, so he immediately opened the door and came in. I smiled bitterly and pointed at the old farmer. The leading lieutenant asked a soldier to come and pat the old farmer's back, then walked to me, glanced at the report on the bedside table, and said to me with a smile.

"Secretary Gun, you have been sleeping for a long time."

"Uh...haha...is it?"

"Today is the 23rd, and you have been sleeping for two nights for a day."

I didn't expect that I would sleep for so long, so I naturally showed a surprised expression. The lieutenant smiled again and said.

"The doctor said this is a good thing. If you sleep more, you will recover quickly. The principal came to see you yesterday. We originally wanted to wake you up, but the principal didn't want to disturb you to rest. We asked us to notify him when you wake up."

"Uh... This is so sorry Mr. Wen..."

"I'll inform the principal now, you go wash your face and eat something, and the principal will almost come."

"Uh, that... Mr. Wen has something to ask me for?"

"It should be something." He glanced at the report on the table again, "Lieutenant Gun, you are really hardworking, you are injured and hospitalized and do not forget to work. By the way, the Seventh Corps suffered a lot of losses in the last accident. Not only did you say that there were many casualties and injuries, but you also lost so many guns... Hum?Lieutenant Gun, this report-"

Logically speaking, this kind of report was not the turn of me, a little lieutenant, so he was surprised. I smiled bitterly and explained the reason to him, and after that he sighed and said.

"Secretary Gun, I think you should come to our Third Legion to develop. I did not mean to belittle the Seventh Legion, but the Seventh Legion is really not a place where people like you should stay. To be honest, I admire you very much. You have never been to a military academy and have not received any formal military education, but can perfectly answer the principal's questions in simple and easy-to-understand language.

I am not afraid of you making jokes when I say it. Even now, if the principal asks me the same question, I may not be able to answer it to satisfy him. Your answer made the principal very satisfied. I remember that after I went back that day, the principal said "This is a talented man" three times in a row, which is something I have never seen before.

Even if Senior Si Congpo was personally awarded by the emperor during graduation, the principal only said "This son is a great talent" when he was interested in him. That was the first time the principal praised people with "This son is a great talent". Before that, they always said "This son is an excellent person" or "This son is very good", which is considered a relatively high-level praise.

You are the second person to receive such honors since Senior Si Congpo, and the principal's evaluation of you is higher than Senior Si Congpo. You also know the current situation of Senior Si Congpo. Until now, the principal is still angry about this. If you can take the initiative to leave the Seventh Army and develop into the regular army, the principal will definitely be very pleased."

Although he told the truth, as a person who has worked in the Seventh Legion for two years, I felt very uncomfortable. I know that there are ten thousand bad things in the Seventh Legion, and these bad things are all lice on the bald head - obviously, we will say it ourselves, and we have been accustomed to it for a long time. But for some reason, whenever outsiders talk about these things, I feel very uncomfortable.

I don't want to admit that I am a "big talent", but this person is very good at speaking. After he said what he advised me to leave the Seventh Legion, he immediately spoke about Wen Xiangwu's praise for me. If I deny my talents, I will deny Wen Xiangwu's vision; if I don't deny my talents, then staying in the Seventh Legion will be a talent, and I will become a kind of person with Si Congpo, who disappointed Wen Xiangwu. At this time, I cannot advance or retreat, and I can only respond with a helpless smile.

The old farmer looked very unhappy, and he did not refute it. On the one hand, it was because the Seventh Army was really bad, and he didn't know how to refute it at all. On the other hand, it was because the other party was an officer and had a higher rank than me. He was a third-class soldier and could not speak rudely to the superiors. On the last part, the reason was because he praised me very much later. When his brother was praised, he was naturally embarrassed to refute him.

This person's words are really amazing.

After sighing, I put away the report and asked the old farmer to accompany me to the bathroom to wash my face. The guards had already bought me a tooth jar, toothbrush, toothpaste, soap and towel. I took this brand new set of toiletries to the bathroom and carefully cleaned the part I saw.

When I came back from the bathroom, the hot meal was already on the bedside table. The main food was thickly cooked white porridge, which was rice porridge, and a white flour cake as big as a palm. The porridge was placed in the lunch box and the cake was placed on the lid of the lunch box. The dishes included sour cucumbers, fried eggs with black fungus and a braised chicken leg. These dishes were all contained in a large lunch box. There was a military kettle next to the lunch box. The lid had been unscrewed and it should be filled with water.

The meal was served by one person, not the old farmer. When the old farmer saw that I wanted him to eat together, he immediately shook his head and said, "He had eaten in the morning, so I could only eat it myself." I thanked the guards, ate at the fastest speed, and then sat honestly beside the bed, waiting for Wen Xiangwu's arrival. I had no leftovers. The guards took away the empty lunch boxes, kettles and tableware, wiped the table for me, and then went out and closed the door.

"Master Gun, you really want to send it this time!"

As soon as the door was closed, the old farmer couldn't wait to tell me.

"If it's-oh! No, right! Look at my memory! I almost forgot the serious matter!"

"Serious business?" I looked at the old farmer in confusion, "What are the serious business?"

"You wait a moment, let me sort it out!"

The old farmer frowned, leaned his fingers, muttered a few words silently, then slapped his forehead and said.

"Ah! Yes! That's it!"

"What's that?"

"Uh, Master Gun, listen to me, that's it."

The old farmer sat next to me and told me about what happened at home when I was sleeping.
Chapter completed!