Author: Ying Ying Xiong

Leng Feng drank a whole bottle and asked calmly: "What do you want to know?"

"I want to see what you look like when you're drunk?" Long Xiaoyun suddenly had a playful look on his face.

Leng Feng raised the empty wine bottle and said with disdain, "I have never been drunk."

Snap!

When Leng Feng's eyes suddenly shrank, Long Xiaoyun took out a bottle of white wine from his bag again.

"Come on, drink more."

Leng Feng's face turned dark, he opened it and poured it into his mouth.

"Are you drunk?"

"It's a joke. I started drinking when I was three years old. When I was five years old, I beat down two boys who were six years older than me. When I was twelve years old, I became drunk and cowardly. I peeked at girls taking a shower. I was seventeen years old." Leng Feng spoke harshly at this time, but his eyes were still very serious.

It was bright, but his body was no longer upright. He casually took a small ponytail from under the bed and said proudly.

"What's wrong with being seventeen?" A ray of light flashed deep in Long Xiaoyun's eyes, but his voice remained calm.

Telling the truth after drinking is Long Xiaoyun's strategy.

People who didn't know better thought it was a war.

"Doesn't your dad care about you?" Long Xiaoyun saw Leng Feng sinking into memory and knew that it was almost time, so he asked again.

But even so, he is essentially rebellious and does not obey the orders of his superiors, but he is not as strict in self-discipline as an ordinary soldier.

"How is the situation now?" An old guy with two bars and four stars, holding a tea cup, sitting aside with bright but cloudy eyes, asked in a deep voice.

Leng Feng is one of them. This is his first practice in Wolf Warriors and his first time running in with his new teammates.

But Leng Feng still insisted on going his own way and shot the hijackers, even though it involved great risks.

Even if no other trouble was caused, what was essentially a deed that awarded medals or even meritorious deeds turned into administrative custody.

To put it bluntly, everything is transparent, including memory.

"By the way, Leng Feng, tell me the story of your three guns." Banzhuan asked like a curious child.

He casually flipped through the information about the Wolf Warrior Squadron at this time, and then installed his cell phone.

"Before I said anything, my father moved out of our current home. My mother wanted to have a child, so she asked my father to come to the house and invited me to drink. When my father got drunk, I became who I am now."

In this way, a guy with good potential and a prickly head was captured.

And this essential rebelliousness comes from his father.

This deal is a good deal no matter how you calculate it.

Even if what happened later made him unwilling to see his father, he was unwilling to forgive him.

The door of memory opens to Leng Feng.

"Lao Shi, give your combat command room to that little girl Long Xiaoyun, and take us in the command vehicle to run all over the mountain." A middle-aged man sitting next to him, with a two-star and three-star military rank, complained speechlessly: "

Lao Shi, thank you for your hard work."

This is Leng Feng’s memory of his father when he was a child.

Before joining the army, he was a bully in the eyes of other children. He was a hateful person. In fact, he just wanted to preserve some self-respect for himself.

Wolf Warrior Squadron is not afraid of Thorny Head, but it must not be hopeless Thornyhead in nature, and it must know the past.

The convoy moved forward smoothly, and everything in the mobile command room went smoothly, as if they were really on the battlefield.

He shook his head with a wry smile.

"Chief, everything is normal." The correspondent replied without hesitation.

Although Leng Feng was punished, the incident spread among the army, and people in the Wolf Warrior Squadron also knew about Leng Feng's deeds.

Leng Feng, while disobeying military orders, fired three shots at the same point, penetrated the wall barrier and killed the drug trafficker leader. This was also the fundamental reason why he came to the Wolf Warrior Squadron.

Just like this time, the action itself was stopped or even disapproved.

Leng Feng was stunned. He didn't expect anyone to ask about this stupid thing.

Hearing his combat staff sarcastic about him, Lao Shi, the old guy with the rank of senior colonel, didn't care: "Four old guys have been beheaded by her surprise attack, and I don't want to be the fifth one."

Acting is actual combat.

"Tsk, tsk, sure enough, the old ones are still hotter than the old ones." The combat staff member was full of amazement and gave a thumbs up.

Directly opposite the cold front.

When Leng Feng was a child, he was like a child who was alone with his mother and had no father. His memory was profound and indelible.

"My Dad", every child can write, recite, and draw compositions when they are young.

In an ordinary car near the rear that is actually a command vehicle disguised as a command vehicle, many information technicians are rapidly obtaining intelligence and monitoring the enemy through high-tech software such as radar, computers, and WeChat monitoring.

The entire ground was shaking, and even before the battle started, the air was already filled with the smell of gunpowder smoke.

"Tsk, tsk, there's some scheming." Zhuang Ming couldn't help but sigh to himself after reading the information screen.

This is the pain of soldiers. Loyalty and filial piety cannot have both.

Zhuang Ming admired Long Xiaoyun's method. Although it was very old-fashioned, it was indeed very effective.

As he spoke, there was a scheming look in his eyes, as if everything was under control, and full of expectations: "I want my command post to move. I want to see how long Xiaoyun, the snake, has lost seven inches."

Recruit the enemy."

"Exercise? It's a bit interesting, and four people have been beheaded." Zhuang Ming looked at the blue sky outside the plane window, his deep eyes were like stars, shining and mysterious.

At the same time, in a holographic projection combat command room with a high-end atmosphere.

It was also the beginning of him becoming a bully in the eyes of other children, and the beginning of him realizing that his father was different.

Leng Feng, a soldier, has a clean life.

It is close to the Nanyun border of Longguo in Myanmar, and is close to the uninhabited area on the edge.

The close-fitting military uniform could not hide his hot figure, sexy thick lips, and delicate cold cheeks. His eyes were coldly staring at the elite group of Wolf Warriors Squadron on the transport plane.

Even if Leng Feng's head is sober at this time, even if he is sober, in such an environment and under pressure, it is easier to open the door to his heart and memory.

Armored personnel carriers, Type 99 main battle tanks, fast attack vehicles, transport vehicles, etc., were whizzing past in order, stretching for more than a kilometer.

Even though time went back, he would still make this choice. After all, his decision cost the troops a lot and also rescued the hostages.

This is also a time to relieve boredom.

The soldier Shi Sanba, who was standing next to Leng Feng, smiled and reminded Leng Feng amidst the roar of the engine: "Leng Feng, you have to be careful what you say, you know?"

Banzhuan immediately became unhappy and glared at Shi Sanba fiercely: "Damn Sanba, why do you have to do everything?"

"It's Shi Sanba, not Death Sanba, can't you tell the difference with your flat tongue and sharp tongue?" Shi Sanba suddenly became angry and shouted angrily. He had corrected this mistake countless times.

"Isn't that a deadlock?" Ban Zhuan smiled contemptuously.
Chapter completed!