A legion of seven people

Author: Zhang Pincheng
Publisher:
Publish Date: 2006-07-01
Features: Three, The's. Hong Chunyou really assigned a platoon to him. The platoon leader was called "Mantianxing," and he had a few pimples on his face, hence the nickname. When Hong Captain told him about this, "Mantianxing" seemed indifferent, glancing around. Hong Chunyou slammed the table and yelled at the pimpled face, "If a single hair of the Hong family is lost, you won't live to see tomorrow."
Mantianxing no longer dared to be so dismissive.
They walked a long way into the mountains: "Ah, the said so,, you must listen to me."
Hong Ziqiu said, "Alright." Hong Ziqiu didn't like those people and especially disliked that face. He thought, This is going hunting, not going to war. Why the need for such a fuss? The kind of hunting with an entourage in front and behind—what kind of hunting is that? If there really were game, wouldn't these guys scare them away? He nodded along, "Alright, alright." But a faint, imperceptible smirk played on his lips. He had a plan in mind. He had thought it through long ago.
He thought, Whatever you say, I won't let you follow around like flies.
I'll play hide-and-seek with you. I haven't played hide-and-seek in a long time. He thought.
Later, they reached the designated spot. It was a high slope, and the group was panting and sweating profusely.
"Rest,, I said rest," Mantianxing said.
"My stomach hurts. I need to take a dump," Hong Ziqiu said.
"I ate too many sweet potatoes this morning. My stomach hurts from the poop," Hong Ziqiu said, pulling up his pants and walking off in that direction. Mantianxing didn't feel secure. After thinking for a moment, he followed.
"Hey! I'm going to take a dump, and you're coming too?" Hong Ziqiu said.
"—"
"You're not afraid of the smell? You look like a starving dog following me."
"—"
"Don't follow me. Someone's watching. I can't take a dump with you there," Hong Ziqiu said.
Mantianxing stopped. He glanced over to that side. There was a pile of rocks, and Hong Ziqiu crouched under the low tree, groaning.
The's.
"Hey, everyone, keep an eye on the. If anything happens to him, we're all finished."
Dozens of eyes fixed on that direction.
No one noticed how Hong Ziqiu took off the. He took off the outer robe and draped it over the low tree, making it look like someone was sitting there.
Mantianxing stood nearby, occasionally glancing over. The is over there. It smells a bit, but I'll smoke to mask the odor. Mantianxing lit a cigarette.
Mantianxing felt something was off. They had already smoked a few bowls of cigarettes. Some said, "Strange? The has been taking a dump for so long?!" Others replied, "Yeah, he's been squatting there for so long his legs must be numb."
Mantianxing stood up and shouted at the, "Hey,!"
The remained motionless.
He walked over and was immediately dumbfounded—it wasn't the, but the's.
When Mantianxing and his men frantically searched for Hong Ziqiu, Hong Ziqiu had already reached a dense forest far from the spot. He was overjoyed, having completely forgotten everything.