"I'm an adult now." Xu Qing looked up at him: "...not a brat."

Tan Ziwei laughed:

"Do you know what fighting is about?"

Xu Qing did not give up on him: "Let's just say I know. I haven't fought before and I don't dare to say I know much about it. But with a gun, I have confidence."

"That's understanding."

"Do you dare to shoot at the enemy?"

"dare."

Tan Ziwei raised his eyebrows and looked at Wu Qianli: "You still look like an adult?"

Qianli sighed: "This time last year, he was still playing in the mud."

Tan Ziwei shook his head: "That was last year. People will grow up, and it is better for him to understand this than to go to the battlefield and die directly."

"I understand..." Qianli turned around, "You go find Pinghe. I have applied to the camp for target practice training. It is at the playground in the north. Go and practice early."

Xu Qing nodded: "Okay."

He turned back with his gun on his back and went back to find Pinghe and the others. The houses along the way were also full, and he saw many soldiers walking in a hurry, speaking Sichuan dialect, Beijing dialect, mixed with various dialects.

Sounded around.

A sense of urgency arises spontaneously.
Chapter completed!