May The Peace Be With You In The Golden Age

"Yang Wenying, do you think you will win this time?" Wei Xian's eyes could not hide the joy. The first two games were robbed of the limelight, and the finale must be their communication office winning.

Yang Wenying shook her head honestly. Although she knew that she would lose, she said unforgivingly: "We have won two games, especially one is really exciting. So the last one should let the brothers win one game!"

"You..." Wei Xian's expression was ugly, "It's useless to have a good tongue."

"Yeah! We are soldiers, so we can only fight well and fight hard!" Yang Wenying was so angry that she didn't pay for her life.

Wei Xian was trembling with anger and turned her head to ignore her.

Xu Qigang and Chen Yingjie stood beside Meng Xingzhi, which secretly attracted the envy of many people.

It's a very glorious position to be able to stand beside the old chief, it's strange that others don't envy it. Especially the gaze that fell on Xu Qigang, think about his glorious resume, think about his poor background. I have to admire that some people are born to be kings of soldiers, and some are born to be suitable for war.

"How about the regiment leader?" Chen Yingjie whispered: "Our fourth battalion didn't shame the war wolf regiment, right? The results of this competition even the army commander's eyes are bright, you see, the people from the other divisions can't wait to grab someone directly ."

"Yes, but it has nothing to do with you." Xu Qigang said truthfully: "Sheng Ning and Chen Huaying are both very personally capable. They are talented and can win without your training." After speaking, he paused. He added: "Don't forget that they both achieved excellent performances on the Wolf Warriors shooting range for the first time."

Chen Yingjie argued for reasons, "The team leader is not like this. I still know the level of my sister, which is usually the 8th ring."

"That's because she has a good partner."

The smile on Chen Yingjie's face collapsed, "Head, can we not attack people?"

"Yes! The overall training results are good, at least the team is not ashamed of pulling out."

"..." Is this praise? Isn't it?

"Head, do you think the art troupe can win the last one?"

Xu Qigang shook his head.

"Why? I don't believe it!" After the first two amazing performances, Chen Yingjie has full confidence in the art troupe.

Although these girls were all squeamish at first, it made people look unpleasant. But in fact, he worked very hard, which changed him a lot.

"The strong team has always been the communication office. Although the art troupe won the first two games. But they also succeeded in provoking the anger of the communication office. This time they will definitely work hard." A team that dares to work hard is very scary.

As the two talked, a figure gradually appeared at the end of the road, a thin and small person. Suddenly the attention of the big guy was all attracted to the past.

"Who is that? It's so fast!"

"This little guy is speeding up the sprint!"

"come on! Come on!"

"come on! Come on!"

There was one after another at the gate of San Tuan. When the little one ran closer, the big one could see her clothes and the other number plates on her sleeves, and the cheers were even louder.

"Come on, art troupe, come on art troupe!"

The one who roared loudest was the soldiers of San Regiment.

Kong Jie's hand was behind him, and when he saw someone shouting, he raised his hand and slapped him. He waited for his big bell-like eyes and said, "What to call? Then call Xiaoxi and I will beat you to death."

"Head, I was wrong!"