Chapter 192 The winner is king! (Two more)

  General Lu thoughtfully took someone to the other side and left a place for the two to talk. Xu Shaoming was also dragged away by the angry Zhou Yan.

  Leng Sa looked at Fu Fengcheng with some curiosity, "Didn’t Xu Shaoming say that you are very busy? Why do you still have time to come here?"

   Fu Fengcheng said lightly: “It’s not been a while since I just came here, and things are still busy today, so don’t worry.”

   Lengsa nodded, and said with satisfaction, “It’s really good today, but it’s a pity that I still don’t work well. If Yongcheng is not busy, I really want to stay here.”

  Fu Fengcheng said: "Looking back, you can go to a brigade and have a look."

  Leng Sa looked at him with bright eyes, "Really?"

   "Naturally." Fu Fengcheng beckoned to Leng Sa to move her closer, Leng Sa looked at him suspiciously, or approached him a little, and squatted down intimately.

   Fu Fengcheng stretched out his hand to stroke her cheek, and gently wiped her finger on her face.

   "There is gray on the face." Fu Fengcheng said.

  If she is usually cold, she will definitely jump up to wash her face, but she is in a good mood and doesn't care at all.

  After a whole afternoon of tumbling in the mountains and forests, where can we not get some dust and stains?

   "You participated in the exercise before, what is the highest record of killing enemies in the jungle?" Leng Sa asked curiously.

  Fu Fengcheng said: "Exercise 129, actual combat 54...probably."

   Leng Sa was a little bit depressed, "I'm twenty-seven." It's a little bit worse, but she couldn't help it because she entered the venue too late today. Her highest record in the previous life was 82 and 26 in actual combat.

  It’s not that Leng Sa is really so much worse than Fu Fengcheng, but that although the fox den in the previous life is an action group, after all, it is not a special force nor a field army. There are few opportunities to participate in large-scale exercises or actual combat in large groups.

  Especially in terms of actual combat, where is the large-scale war in peace in the world?

  The only record breaking this time was when he assisted in peacekeeping while performing missions abroad.

  Normal missions are mostly fixed-point clearance, long-range sniping and so on. If the intensity is really high, you have to ask for military support.

  After all, they have only five people in a group, and they are good at skirmishes themselves. We also need to deduct the white fox who can't fight very well and the blue fox who can't fight occasionally. You can't expect them to hold on to hundreds of people, right?

   "Very powerful." Fu Fengcheng said.

  Fu Dashao said this sincerely. Leng Sa and Xu Shaoming entered the game halfway, leaving behind the elites, so it can be said that they can have such a record.

Leng Sa also felt very satisfied, and tilted his head slightly and smiled, "I don't feel enough for the first time, and I will be more powerful in the future." The flames not far away reflected her cheeks, and a pair of smiling eyes looked at the stars in Fu Fengcheng's eyes. Bright.

  "..." Zhou Yan, who pretended to be passing by, heard this and almost smashed his feet.

  Actually...It's not necessary, Madam Young is already very good.

  Lengsa clapped his hands and got up to the river to wash his face. Now it is the midsummer valley where most of the water has dried up, exposing the broad river beach.

  Fu Fengcheng sat in a wheelchair watching her squatting by the river and washing her face seriously, a faint smile appeared on her stern face.

   Leng Sa took a handful of cool river water, and suddenly noticed a fixed gaze staring at him.

  In fact, there were a lot of eyes staring at her, all with a bit of curiosity and shock, and of course there were some angry and unwilling eyes.

  But this gaze was exceptionally different. Leng Sa raised his eyebrows and turned his head, not surprisingly, seeing Fu Yucheng in the crowd.

  Even if the sky was already dark, Fu Yucheng could easily be recognized among a bunch of soldiers.

  It’s not because he is exceptional, but because he feels out of place, it’s hard for people not to notice him.

   Obviously Fu Yucheng didn't integrate well in the 11th camp.

  Fu Yucheng didn't expect Leng Sa to notice his gaze, and stared at her unconsciously, first he was stunned, and then he lowered his head uncomfortably and stopped looking at her.

  Leng Sa didn't care, she chuckled and turned her head back and continued to wash her face.

  When Leng Sa finished washing his face and walked back to Fu Fengcheng, Mao Chunsheng had already trot over and invited the two of them over to eat.

  There were several huge fires burning in the entire valley, one was occupied by high-level generals, and the rest belonged to the soldiers of the 11th Battalion.

  General Lu watched the two come over and smiled, "Young man, young lady, come and see how our Ninth Brigade chefs are doing?"

  You don’t have to be too particular about it outside. A marching table next to the fire is filled with a variety of food.

  The roasted whole lamb on the edge of the fire was sipping oil and smelling.

  Lengsa is indeed a little hungry. They just ate the dry food at noon. Although they grabbed some dry food in the afternoon, Leng Sa was excited and didn't have much time to eat. Naturally, I would not be polite to see what I was eating now.

  Several generals saw her eating meat without restraint, and they all started one after another.

  Some people gave Fu Fengcheng a thumbs up while Leng Sa turned around and didn’t see it: Madam Young!

  After everyone had eaten the fragrant meat, the atmosphere gradually rose.

  Listening to the soldiers nearby laughing loudly, the generals here also relaxed a little bit more.

  Mao Chunsheng sat on Zhou Yan and turned his head to look at the other side hesitantly. Zhou Yan asked in a puzzled manner, "What are you looking at?"

  Mao Chunsheng said in a low voice, "Lao Zhou, do I have to call the Fourth Master over?"

After all,    is the young master of the Fu family, and it doesn’t seem to be a good idea to sit with a group of soldiers.

  Mao Chunsheng is a clerical post after all, so it is inevitable to think more about it. Zhou Yan didn't have this concern anymore, waved his hand and said, "No need, or I would have spoken early."

  Mao Chunsheng couldn’t help but blankly glanced at him. Where can I talk about the awkward relationship between the youngest and the fourth? Besides, maybe you have forgotten it?

   Zhou Yan said: "You scholars just think a lot, what do you call him over now to make those soldiers think? I don’t even know how to get along with him when I look back." Is he a colleague or a master?

  Mao Chunsheng looked at Fu Fengcheng who was talking to General Lu there, and nodded, "You are right."

"Madam Young's marksmanship is good?" General Lu and Fu Fengcheng didn't speak coldly, and said to Leng Sa with a smile, "I just saw Zhou Yan's record, but it shocked us. I really didn't expect it, Madam Young. Going out of the famous family is not so shameless, I will toast my wife a drink!"

  In the army, no alcohol is allowed except on holidays. Although the rules of senior generals are not so strict, at this time, they still have to lead by example in front of everyone in the 11th Battalion.

  So they actually drank the sour plum soup bought from the town to relieve the heat.

  Leng Sa also smiled and raised the cup, "I respect General Lu, please."

General Lu laughed loudly and drank it happily, "General Yao said that the young lady is magnificent, and she really deserves her name. It is a pity that Lu has official duties on the day of the wedding of the young and the young, otherwise he will have to talk to the young and the young. Madam have a drink."

  Leng Sa smiled and glanced at Fu Fengcheng and said: "There must be a chance in the future. We must ask General Lu to drink a few more glasses."

   "Good luck, young man." General Lu praised Fu Fengcheng with a thumbs up.

  Fu Fengcheng's face was gentle, he glanced at Leng Sa and nodded slightly, "General Lu is right."

  It was also a little surprised to see General Lu. He had also learned about the temper of this young man. It seems that the relationship with the young lady is indeed quite good, otherwise it would not be the case.

  The other generals saw that Leng Sa and General Lu had a good chat, and they had no scruples at the moment, and they also started talking.

  After all, young and old are famous for being able to speak without speaking. If there is nothing serious about sitting with him, there will only be embarrassment and loneliness.

  At the moment, there is a young lady. The young lady is still a master, and she can talk and talk about topics. It is really no better.

  It’s best if the young and old attend all such occasions with their wife, so they don’t have to worry about what to do if they can’t talk to each other.

  Everyone here was chatting, Zhou Yan suddenly stood up and walked over here, "Brigade seat, young man, young lady."

  General Lu looked at Zhou Yan with a smile, "Xiao Zhou, what's the matter?"

   Zhou Yan said: "Isn’t it because many brothers in the camp have heard about the greatness of Mrs. Young and regret that they have not been able to learn it? The brothers are planning to play a trick to cheer up. I wonder if Mrs. Young is interested?"

  General Lu raised his eyebrows, "I don’t believe it’s just like this, let’s be honest."

  Zhou Yan sighed, "Our camp said...If the elite marksmanship of the 11th Battalion can't even match a girl, we will kill us when we go back."

   A general next to him couldn’t help but smile, “I heard that Xiao Jiang is ill? Why are you still worrying about these things?”

   "..." Zhou Yan was speechless. Although they hadn't returned yet, the news that a woman had been killed during the 11th camp training in the afternoon had floated back to the entire Mushan camp like wings. It is conceivable that the entire 11th Battalion will be a joke of the 9th Brigade tomorrow morning.

  And their camp who was still sick on the bed was shocked by the bad news, and they were really dying and sitting up in shock...If it weren’t for the fact that they couldn’t get out, I’m afraid they would have to kill them.

  Leng Sa sat on the side and couldn't help but raised his hand and rubbed the tip of his nose, a little embarrassed.

  She itched her hands for a while and hurt the entire 11th Camp. This is really a bit...

  Fu Fengcheng looked at her, stretched out his hand and patted the back of her hand as if he was comforting, “On the battlefield, the winner is king, don’t think too much.”

  If the eleventh battalion loses, it loses. Even if they are unlucky, they will die if they are unlucky on the battlefield.

  Although Leng Sa is still a bit frustrated, after all, she is indeed taking advantage of others. But on the surface, he didn't feel weak at all, "I understand, friendship is second, and competition is first."

   "How? Mrs. Young, do you want to play?" General Lu poked his head and smiled and asked Leng Sa.

  Leng Sa talked to Fu Fengcheng but did not miss Zhou Yan's words over there. He raised his head to look at Fu Fengcheng, and Fu Fengcheng nodded slightly to indicate her freedom.

   "No problem, the brothers from the 11th Camp have this Yaxing, and they should accompany themselves."

  Zhou Yan became happier when she saw her promise, and was a little eager to try.

  In the afternoon, he heard about the amazing marksmanship of this young lady, but he himself is also a sharpshooter. How can he not be excited when he meets a master?

  It would be best if you can win back a city.

  Watching Zhou Yan turn around to prepare, Leng Sa turned his head to look at Fu Fengcheng and asked in a low voice, "Should you be merciful?" After all, it is someone else's turf. Wouldn't it be too arrogant?

   Fu Fengcheng glanced at her, "Zhou Yan is one of the best sharpshooters in the nine brigade."

   "Understood!" Leng Sa nodded.

  Two words, cut him!

  (End of this chapter)