Chapter 400

In general, the training base of the team does not allow irrelevant people to intervene. If it is a family member of the army, there is a specially assigned house to provide food and accommodation. But the sniper camp is obviously an exception. Major general Feng is fully responsible here. Now the Qu family outside looks for the murderer of Qu Li all over the world like a mad dog. There is no place safer and more hidden than the sniper camp.

After living in one room last night and delivering meals in person at noon, the curiosity about the boss's residence in the whole camp has reached an unprecedented level.

"Report to boss, I want to ask for leave to go down the mountain for supplies."

"Report to boss, there's a call from the front hall asking us to send someone to participate in the big competition."

"Report to the boss. The Fourth Battalion of the training ground wants to apply for another position in the afternoon."

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For a continuous noon, I just got up and sat down for dinner for less than two minutes. Outside, I had made many reports in turn. Usually, when the sky collapses, I don't dare to come forward. At present, trivial things can't wait to be split into two to report.

But no matter how you look left and right, the door of the wooden house is tightly closed, and you can't hear any sound. Then in the afternoon, you start a new round of hellish practice.

Although Qin Qing is a little funny and likes to go to the theatre, in order to prevent someone from abandoning his military training, he still chose to open the door in the evening.

At that time, it was just time to call off the troops. At the end of the training, a group of elites were all soft and stood with their hands and feet clenching their teeth. They were afraid of the cold face in front of them. Yan Yiyan disagreed and began to train again.

The air on the mountain is clear, and the red clouds in the sky are more gorgeous than those in the city. The figure coming out from the corner is thin and slender, which is particularly prominent in a pile of male camps.

The girl was wearing a simple cotton and linen dress in a traditional retro style. Only delicate flowers were embroidered at the skirt, which loomed layer by layer as she walked. The red glow fell on her long hair loosely tied behind her head, revealing a white and slender swan neck. It was like a delicate face splashed with ink painting, with a layer of light golden powder and crimson lips. It was breathtaking without powder.

As soon as such a beautiful color appeared, all the people of the first battalion were stunned. It was rare that they couldn't even hear the command of their own battalion commander above. Until a male voice watching from a distance said coldly, "take another look and train for three hours."

Three hours?!

Suddenly a spirit was aroused, and they all brushed their heads together and pressed their heads down. No matter how beautiful a beauty is, it doesn't matter.

But the boss of his own family blatantly defended public revenge for private revenge. Obviously, the great beauty is the one who is hidden by the golden house.

Someone pressed his head and leaned over secretly with the corners of his eyes. He saw major general Feng, who rarely left the training ground, strode to the girl's side. They stood very close and didn't know what they were talking about in a low voice. Then their boss led people away.

The man stared at the two people holding hands with each other, flopped his legs and sat soft on the ground, with a ghost expression on his face.

With such an appearance, the whole camp suddenly burst into flames. The most common guess was that the new little beauty was the sister of major general Feng.

"I knew the eldest brother was a person who was cold outside and hot inside. He was very kind to his family. He came with Miss Feng Yue a few years ago. This time, he brought another one. He looked weak and probably came to exercise his muscles and bones again."

With Feng Yue's warning, coupled with major general Feng's years of self-discipline, this inference is justified, which makes many people secretly guess who is lucky to be assigned the task of training little beauties.

The canteen, which has always been full of wolfing at the meal point, is particularly noisy today. The soldiers in several different camps also argued.

"Ah, battalion commander, don't we really fight for it together?" the only quiet table in the noise was the Third Battalion. At this time, a special soldier struggled and said: "Battalion commander, you are married to a daughter-in-law. The full man doesn't know if he is hungry. We are still single. Our third battalion is the strongest. As long as you speak, there will be nothing you can't do. Just be a brother and solve your life problems."

Listening to the soft and hard bubbles in his ears, Shi Yuan, the commander of the Third Battalion, glanced at him obliquely, pulled the corners of his mouth and said, "I'm helping you if I don't do it. If you don't believe it, make a bet, the boss won't let people out this time."

With that, a coin was thrown out of his hand and crashed onto the table.

"I don't believe it." the man clenched his teeth and patted a coin to show his determination not to give up.

When Qin Qing returned to the door in the evening, he had received no less than ten letters of recommendation, all from the battalions, giving examples of their own strength and welcoming recruits to the team.

This group of special soldiers who have been training in the closed base for many years often write home letters, so their handwriting is very neat, and the content is horizontal and vertical. It doesn't look like a love letter to hook up with a sister, but like writing a meeting report.

When Feng Yan came back with the food, he looked at the girl holding the letter written by another man. He looked down and smiled happily. Immediately, his face sank and sat far away at the other end staring at her, "eat."

Qin Qing knew that without her permission, men would not read the contents of the letter without authorization, so she began to tease, so that she could collect the letters one by one in her spare time and put them at the table. Quan took the tray and quietly began to eat.

During this period, Feng Yan looked at the envelope intentionally or unintentionally with a paralyzed face. The more he looked at the air conditioning in the room, the more obvious it became.

"It's said that even a fly has to be checked here, so you can take me around the camp. Is that all right?" Qin Qing wiped the corners of her mouth with a handkerchief, and then spoke slowly.

"Here, you can go wherever you want." Feng Yan got up, packed up the tray and prepared to wash it in the sink.

Suddenly, Qin Qing said, "you let me get familiar with the environment here. There is no limit at all. Did you leave me here when you were ready to deal with the Min Yun Gang?"

Maybe he had this plan a long time ago.

"...." Feng Yan looked back at her quietly, obviously acquiescing in her conjecture.

Qin Qing didn't turn his face against his plan to be so domineering and arbitrary. He just put his hand on the ten letters, knocked his fingertips, and said, "do you really feel relieved to leave me here alone?"

This is a monk's temple, and most of them are just young people. Can major general Feng, who loves flying vinegar, really feel at ease if she stays here?

The answer is naturally No.

However, "it's too dangerous there." Feng Yan's face was expressionless, and his cold tone was so rigid that there was no room for turning around. Perhaps he realized that his tone was too tough, he paused and added: "you're not suitable to appear now."