From falling to being choked by someone, it was almost a moment. Wu Fei immediately understood that falling was not because of his own carelessness, but because of man.

"You don't listen to Xiaole, and you're so angry that he's so angry. Now you're suffering?"

"Woo... um... um... um..."

Wu Fei wanted to curse, but his throat was locked, so he couldn't say a word. Although he could make a sound in his mouth, there were some things that were incomprehensible to people.

Xiaotong had already told Wu Fei clearly that it was Xiaole who attacked him, but he didn't understand why this guy who didn't say anything suddenly turned against him. Could it be that it was too unreasonable just because he wanted to run to the front.

Xiaole really made a move, and he was merciless at all. He was unable to breathe and caused Wu Fei's brain to be deficient in oxygen and his face was congested. It was even more uncomfortable than death.

Do you still dare to really strangle me to death? Wu Fei's stubborn temper came up. He stopped talking or resisted, and lay on the ground like a dead dog at slaughter.

"Xiaole, let go, you are going to strangle him to death." Xiaotong saw Wu Fei's appearance and thought he could not do it anymore, so she shouted anxiously.

After hearing Xiaotong's words, Xiaole suddenly let go of Wu Fei's head. He was not prepared at all, and his face hit the ground. He felt his nose sore and a hot liquid flowed out.

It must have been bleeding from his nose. Wu Fei's heart was so angry that he jumped up and wiped it with his hands. It was indeed full of blood. He was so angry that he swung his fist and wanted to return it. But as soon as he saw Xiaole standing in front of him, his fist loosened obediently again.

It’s not that Wu Fei dared not fight, but that he didn’t dare to fight with Xiaole, nor that he was afraid of Xiaole, but for no reason. When he saw Xiaole, he became a little false. This feeling is definitely not that he is better than himself and can fight with him, or something like that. Wu Fei himself couldn’t explain the reason and could not find the reason. He could only summarize it as Xiaole is his life-saving benefactor, so he went up like this.

Xiaole pointed at Wu Fei, then pointed at himself, and then turned around and left. He still didn't say anything, which made Wu Fei feel insulted: TMD, don't I even have the qualifications to talk to you? Isn't TMD's me worthy of your mention?

"Xiaole asked you to follow him and not run around." Xiaotong was still the one who spoke. He felt Wu Fei's anger. He first explained the meaning of Xiaole's hand movements, and then he said hesitantly: "Wu Fei, you can't be angry with Xiaole. He is for your own good. Could it be... Could it be... Did you not notice that Xiaole... he... can't he speak?"

Although Xiaotong's voice was not very loud, Xiaole and Wu Fei both heard it. It was obvious that Xiaole's body trembled. He seemed to care a lot about others saying that he was, and it seemed to care about Wu Fei's opinion of him.

But Wu Fei, after hearing this, his head was stunned. After thinking about the little things these days, he immediately understood that it was not that Xiaole didn't talk to him, but that he couldn't speak, and that he was a mute.

Wu Fei was able to feel Xiaole's current mood, and the pain of the scar being uncovered. He remembered that he had just taken over the old man's work schedule, and he never dared to face those former playmates, for fear that they would laugh at him as a manure collector. Later, one day he really heard such gossips, and he even wanted to strangle the other person to death.

"I'm sorry...I...I..."

Wu Fei wanted to apologize, but he didn't know where to start. He didn't do anything to Xiaole. Instead, Xiaole made his nose bleeding, and the incompleteness of his inability to speak was not something he said, but at best he was just a listener.

The gunshots in front suddenly stopped, and after the trouble just now, the three of them almost fell to the end of the team, so they had to hurry up and catch up with the team.

Xiaole didn't seem to be affected much. He stopped, pointed at Wu Fei again, and pointed at himself again.

This time, Wu Fei understood what he meant and nodded heavily, while Xiaole gave a smile. It was the first time he saw him laughing in such a long time since Wu Fei went up to Erma Mountain to this day. To be honest, Xiaole's smile is quite beautiful, especially the two shallow dimples on his face, which makes people feel particularly comfortable to see. Although Wu Fei was a little disliked the boy's appearance of Wenwen and a little white face, he had to admit that Xiaole, a little white face, was much better-looking than himself.

After following the Ermashan team for a few more minutes, I finally heard the order from front to back: prepare for the battle.

Wu Fei had never experienced wars. He didn't know that once such a command was conveyed, it would mean that he was very close to the enemy. He still looked excited, but Xiaole and Xiaotong both seemed a little nervous. The spear hanging on their shoulders was taken into his hands like the bandits in Ermashan.

Wu Fei followed Xiaole and leaned on a small slope. He looked in the direction of his finger. He saw many Japanese soldiers wearing yellow military uniforms under a hill a few hundred meters ahead.

There was thick smoke floating above the hill. There was no wind, and the smoke gathered in that area and had not dissipated for a long time. It was obvious that a fierce battle had just passed there.

"What are you doing here? Why don't you rush up and kill the Japanese?" Wu Fei saw the Japanese and saw the plaster flag of the Japanese. The hatred that was pressing on his heart surged up. If he had a gun in his hand, he would shoot immediately without hesitation.

Xiaole glared at him, as if he was blaming him for talking nonsense.

"Wu Fei, don't move around. When you go to the battlefield, you must listen to the orders, otherwise it will kill everyone." Xiaotong's voice was very soft, for fear that the Japanese could hear it.

Everyone was quietly lying like this, no one gave orders to fight the Japanese, as if they were watching the show, watching the Japanese in front of them busy.

"What are we waiting for?"

At least half a quarter of an hour, there was still no movement here, which made Wu Fei a little anxious and couldn't help asking.

Xiaole glared at him again, and this time he pressed down his head that was about to poke out with his hand.

"I don't know either, but Xiaole must know why, please ask him."

What Xiaotong said seemed to be unthinkable. Wu Fei wanted to curse people a little. You said that Xiaole was a mute and couldn't speak, so she asked me to ask him.

But the next scene made Wu Fei stunned because Xiaole really answered, but his answer was not to use his mouth, but to gesture with his hands.

Wu Fei couldn't understand what his gesture meant and looked at Xiaotong in confusion.

"Xiao Le said we will wait until the Japanese launch another attack on Xiaoshan before we can attack them."

Xiaotong's explanation surprised Wu Fei very much. He could just gesture with his fingers, and he could say so many words?
Chapter completed!