C252 Day of Departure

"I can hear you. Your team is the best team in the world. Many of them have their own unique skills and are here to take on important tasks, but they don't seem to like you " Fang Yitong leaned on his shoulder and said sincerely.

Her black and beautiful hair was illuminated by the moonlight. Her chest heaved up and down slowly. It was obvious that she was moved and worried about Xiao Qiangbing's past tough man style.

"Strong soldier, you are the true hero. Ordinary and useless people would be immersed in scheming and scheming and would not be able to extricate themselves. You were able to stand out in such an outstanding team and enter the mission area alone, leading a group of people to make Silver Fox Town like this.

This is not something an ordinary person can do. " As she thought in her heart, a feeling of happiness and yearning slowly arose in her heart.

Hearing her words, she did not flatter him. Straight to the point. Xiao Qianbing smiled brightly and said softly: "Yi Tong, we are competing, promoting each other, supervising each other, and learning from each other. If you are all good to me, I will be good to you. This team will be boring. That Zhao Xiaoming, sigh. . . "

When he mentioned his comrade Zhao Xiaoming, his heart skipped a beat. It was as if his heart had been pulled by something. He missed the days in the team even more.

The slogans were incessant all day long, and the sounds of challenges and competitions rose and fell. The air was filled with the unique taste of iron warriors.

There was a faint smell of sweat, a special smell that the battle boots could never get rid of, and piles of bullet shells falling together. It made people feel excited that they were about to fight at any time.

"It's time to go back to the team. Even if I made a mistake and was just an ordinary member, I promised to take care of Little Ming. "

Xiao Qiangbing leaned against the back of the chair. When he mentioned Little Ming, an innocent smile appeared on his face.

Zhao Xiaoming had fair skin and was chubby. He spoke in fluent English and had a bit of fetal fat on his face. His eyes were pitifully small and gave off a bad feeling.

He had been living in the same dormitory as Xiao Qiangbing.

This guy knew that he was with the Lonely Soldier Wang Xiao Qiangbing. In terms of hygiene and attendance, the leaders would not make things difficult for him. Thus, the two of them had a good relationship.

In the beginning, Xiao Qiangbing hated this little fatty.

It was obvious from this fellow's body that he was a typical lazy, greedy, and slippery person. He had many youngsters' personalities, and everyone was for him. As for my personality, just say his underwear. There were quite a few sets, and they were all of the same dark color style. This set was dirty and stuffed together.

He started to wear another set, but he just didn't wash it.

One day, Xiaoming called home in a daze. Although this guy only said a few perfunctory words, Xiao Qiangbing immediately understood his family's secret: His grandfather was the deputy commander of the provincial military, his father was the leader of the Construction Department, and his mother was an elite in the financial system.

However, this fellow had never had the attitude and temper of a young master. He was happy every day. He was gluttonous and sleepy, and he was always eating Sprite Coke and potato chips every day.

Because he knew his background, Xiao Qiangbing's impression of him became worse and worse, and there were two things that made him change his view.

One night, more specifically, it was a centralized experiment. On the night of all kinds of firearms, each team member fired at least a thousand bullets. Bullets, cyberguns, automatic rifles, 88 sniping steps, machine guns took turns to test.

Not to mention hitting the target, just running back and forth on the shooting range to check the situation of the target made everyone nervous and tired.

When Zhao Xiaoming fell asleep, he was still snoring, grinding his teeth, and talking in his sleep. In the latter half of the night, he actually had a nightmare. He knelt in front of Xiao Qiangbing, hugged him tightly, and begged in a daze, "Big brother, save me, save me. . . "

Xiao Qiangbing could tell at a glance that this kind of chuunibyou youth was a nightmare. At this time, he must not wake him up. He could only softly advise him to sleep.

Xiao Ming was helped back to his bed and fell asleep. Xiao Qiangbing did not sleep for the entire night. He had been thinking about a problem: This big boy, what should we do when we arrive at the overseas peacekeeping site?

The key thing that made him completely determined to take care of Xiao Xiaoming was that one day, Zhao Xiaoming accidentally broke the porcelain cup. When he picked it up, it was scattered all over the floor. He was wondering if the cleaning lady's hand had been pricked, so he carefully wrapped it up in a paper bag. He wrapped it up and wrote on it: There are glass fragments inside. Don't poke your hand!

On one hand, he was carefree, lazy, and greedy. On the other hand, he was naive, smart, and full of love. There were quite a number of such big boys in the team, so Xiao Qiangbing felt that he had a heavy responsibility.

After he finished telling Zhao Xiaoming's story, a surge of strength suddenly arose in his heart. At the same time, his heart began to waver and beat faster. A voice kept ringing in his mind: Team member Xiao Qiangbing, quickly return to the team, quickly return to construction!

The next morning, when the sky had just lit up, Xiao Qiangbing gently opened his eyes.

In the past, most of the local residents were still sleeping soundly. They were like trees that covered the mountains and plains, enjoying the peace brought by this piece of land.

As soon as he opened his eyes, he heard many voices that he had never heard before:

Quietly discussing, quarreling, and chatting!

He looked around and saw that Fang Yi Tong had left quietly. Even her backpack was gone.

He walked out lightly and saw that the hall was filled with people.

Hobson, Adolf, Broussan, Harley. Montelli, Monica. . . They were all here.

Foster sat on a stool and stretched out a leg. Fang Yitong was applying medicine to him.

There was a small box next to them that contained strange colored pus. It was obvious that Fang Yitong had just released it for Bruce. Now, she was applying medicine to the wound on Bruce's leg that looked like a ghost's foot.

"No, Miss Fang Yitong, this is my wish. You should promise me. . . Only by doing so can I remember hatred and work hard to live. . . "

For some reason, Deputy Director Foster's honest and honest face was filled with unhappiness as he grumbled.

From the beginning, this fellow was a policeman who could endure hardships. Even if Detective Bruce made things difficult for him, he would not resist violently. He had been silently supporting Xiao Qiangbing and Adolf's actions.

At that time, most of the people had not been optimistic about the operation. He had always supported the participation. Now, he actually rejected Fang Yitong's treatment. He said that he wanted to keep the foot of this person who had been tortured by the militants. He warned the villagers and reminded all the police officers not to forget the hatred and the violent bullying that the police had suffered.

When Xiao Qiang heard the whole story, his heart was filled with mixed feelings. "Adolf, Foster, Hobson are all people who rarely have justice.

Bruce, Jack, and the others fell with the wind, changed their minds, lost their minds, and went with the flow of the villagers.

Who can guarantee that after I leave, this place will be peaceful for a long time?"