May The Peace Be With You In The Golden Age

"What's wrong?" Kong Jie couldn't wait to kick it. The third group of them was the home court, and they brought the communication office with the strongest overall strength. As a result, they lost two games in a row, and in the last one, these brats even dared to do nothing.

Really fat.

"I...I am wrong everywhere!"

"Shut up if you don't yell!"

After Kong Jie had finished training, the soldiers shouted in unison, "Come on at the communication office, come on at the communication office, come on at the communication office!"

"The communication office is the first, the communication office is the first, the communication office is the first!"

Chen Yingjie almost jumped up angrily, "This Kong Er Dengzi is too despicable, he dare to come to this set. No, I have to win a city."

Xu Qigang actually doesn't care about these, he actually just regards these games as games between girls.

So when I heard that the people in San Tuan were partial, I didn't care.

He didn't care, Chen Yingjie wouldn't let it go. Quietly slipped away from the crowd, and walked towards where the soldiers of the third regiment stood. A few minutes later, there was success in quieting down, and the sound of fist bumping could still be faintly heard.

Running to the front, the first person to appear was Lu Dabao. When she successfully crossed the key line, Wei Xian's face became extremely ugly, her hands clenched into fists tightly.

In fact, Yang Wenying found that the thin and small person was Dabao from a long distance away, and she was not surprised to see that she was the first.

The military quality of the art troupe is indeed a weakness. She was the first in the first two games, and she did not expect to win all.

"Comrades, take a rest first." Lu Dabao took the first place and walked to the side of the rest area to wait in cheers.

She looked around a little confused, and the confusion on her face became more and more as time passed. Because Zhu Yu followed her, and more and more teams of more than ten and twenty ran across the finish line.

In the middle, there is not a single member of the art troupe.

She went from a dazed face to a dumbfounded look, her bright black eyes turned, turned and turned. I feel more and more uncomfortable standing here.

"Huh! What's the use of your first run? As a result, none of your art troupes came."

"Yes! Our people are almost here, and your people are still behind!"

There were more and more people at the gate, and gradually more than a dozen groups of people formed the formation of the previous departure.

The instructor and a battalion commander from the third regiment came to order the number in person.

"There is a communication place."

"The People's Liberation Army General Hospital is short of two people."

"August 1st Army Hospital is here."

"The People's Liberation Army News is still one person short."

"There are still three people short of the cadre section."

"All the information is here."

"The secretariat is here."

"There are four people short of the Political Department."

"..."

As the voice of the count was shouting loudly, everyone present could hear it clearly. Wei Xian finally showed a relaxed smile, with excitement at the corners of her eyes. Finally able to raise his eyebrows and compare Yang Wenying fiercely.

"You see, being great for a while is not really great, nor is personal being really strong. Only when the team is great is really great. Our People's Liberation Army relies on the strength of the masses to win battles. We are not old and beautiful. Personal heroism."

Wei Xian's voice was loud, and the people around could hear her clearly. All the teams in the previous two games were robbed of the limelight by the art troupe, and now seeing Yang Wenying slumped, they all laughed.

"Really boring!" Yang Wenying snorted, her face unchanged, but she was also worried in her heart. She knows that the overall strength and physical strength are indeed not as good as the team. But Chen Huaying and Liu Yilan are both good seedlings.