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Chapter 65

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    The reception room is the small room behind the soldiers on guard. There is a telephone. If any family members come over, they will be contacted here. Whoever's family members will come to pick them up.

    When the sentry went back, he saw Wenxin standing in the reception room, looking very pretty. He scratched his head a little embarrassed and didn't dare to look. She was the regimental leader's wife.

    She looks so good-looking and her smile is so sweet.

    "The team leader is organizing training. I want you to wait here for a while."

    "Oh." Wen Xin looked a little disappointed, "He is so busy, did I disturb him?"

    Xiao Bing was 1.8 meters tall and tanned. When he saw Wen Wen standing there alone with no one to pick him up, with a disappointed look on his face, he was a little at a loss and didn't know how to comfort her.

    "No, no, the team leader will come to pick you up after training. He will be here soon."

    This sentry looked tall, dark and strong. Unexpectedly, he spoke very gently. Wen Wen couldn't help but want to tease him, "How old are you this year?"

    "I, I'm nineteen years old." The sentry stuttered a little as he looked at Wen Xin's big, glistening eyes.

    "You are the same age as me, I am also nineteen years old this year." Wenxin smiled sweetly at him and said shamelessly.

    "So, you are so young."

    ¡°Do I look big?¡±

    "Oh, no, no, no, no, I'm going to stand guard." The sentry quickly returned to his position and stood up straight. The head of the regiment was really scary. He was not afraid of bullets and bullets. He was afraid of such a woman, and only she could do it.  Being the target of the devil leader, just smiling makes his scalp numb, but he looks so good-looking.

    How could Wenxin let her go? She didn't want to stay alone in the reception room. She was lonely and bored. She walked to the sentry stand and talked to him to pass the time.

    "You have been standing guard for so long. Is there any woman looking for your captain?" Wen Xin asked him softly.

    "The sentinels have a rotation system, and they only stand for two hours per shift." The little black-faced sentinel kept his head up, chest up, and belly in while talking. Looking at him, Wen Xin smiled and thought he was quite cute.

    "Then during the time you were standing here, has any woman approached your group leader?"

    The little black-faced sentry choked. Did he say yes or no?

    "say something?"

    "No!" He replied firmly: "No woman has ever approached our leader, and our leader keeps himself clean."

    Wen Xin laughed out loud with a "puff".

    "You're so cute."

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    The sky over the military camp was still filled with dust. Yama looked at it intently for a long time. He glanced at the door during the break and saw a bright red color in the distance. He was not staying in the reception room, but standing at the sentry post.  Basking in the bright sun.

    His eyes returned to these weaklings. They were exhausted, and their clothes were soaked with sweat. They could even ooze out of water when they took them off. But with the devilish training of the group leader, it was impossible not to squeeze out the last bit of their strength.  He would not give up, thinking that he would have to hold on until lunch, but it didn't take long for the assault training to end.

    Wen Xin was so bored over there that she almost wiped out Xiao Bing¡¯s 18th generation.

    Yan Motou and Political Commissar Ye came over. The Political Commissar said hello to Wen Xin from afar: "Comrade Wen, come here. Let Zeyang take you to the cafeteria for lunch at noon."

    Seeing Political Commissar Ye again, Wenxin felt a little embarrassed, "Okay, I haven't eaten in the military canteen yet. I don't know what the food tastes like."

    "Come and try it this time. I guarantee you will never forget it." Political Commissar Ye laughed and jokingly said to Yan Zeyang next to him: "Let Mr. Yang from the cafeteria open a small stove for your partner. Don't scare your partner. She will come later.  What if I don¡¯t come?¡± After saying that, he smiled and left.

    Of course, this is just a joke. Like a field team, the physical exertion during training is huge, and the food must be kept up. Yan Motou can increase training, but there is no ambiguity in the food in the cafeteria every day. If you go in and eat it, you will know how good it is.  Surprisingly, the soldiers were happiest when they were eating, and they all said it was much more delicious than their original army food.

    When the soldiers on guard saw the regiment leader coming, they stood upright, looked straight away, and saluted the regiment leader.

    Yan Mo nodded, and then looked at Wen Xin, with no expression on his face and no smile.

    "Let's go." After saying that, he turned around and left.

    Although he usually has a stern face, Wen Xin can still tell whether he is angry or happy, and she has also seen him look at her with a sullen face, but with little stars in his eyes.

    &nbsMy wife, you can only use my flowers and mine. If you want to use other men¡¯s things, don¡¯t even think about it.

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    Dinner was ready in the cafeteria. Political Commissar Ye came over and wanted to call Yan Zeyang, but before he could enter, he glanced at the open window.

    What did he see?  It's simply blinding.

    He saw the girl in the army, Yan Mo, holding her delicate and crying girl in her red dress, sitting on the table where he was studying. The eight-foot-old man was squatting on the ground with a cold face, holding her feet in his hands.  Put shoes on his partner?

    There is a red gauze scarf hanging on the tree outside the window.

    And why did you return these shoes?

    Political Commissar Ye coughed several times, turned around and left, asking people around him to walk around so as not to disturb the group leader's time with others.

    He is doing this for Zeyang¡¯s own good. If his soldiers see him like this, what kind of prestige can he have?  (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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