He Is Warmer Than Time

Under the moonlight, the machete was shining with an icy light, and when he said that it was too late, that time, and that the machete was about to fall on Gu Jingxing's arm, Cheng Haidong kicked the bandit in the chest.

The machete still cut Gu Jingxing's arm, he snorted, and the blood immediately came out.

Cheng Haidong immediately raised his gun at the forehead of the gangster who wanted to make another cut, banged his head directly.

Want to kill their battalion commander?

Tired of living crooked!

The others hurriedly threw the knives in their hands: "Master Jun, please spare your life, please spare your life!"

The little girl was hugged into her arms by the middle-aged woman who was chased down immediately: "Don't look at Xiao Ran, don't look."

Gu Jingxing forcibly endured the pain and walked to the little girl with a soft voice: "Her name is Xiao Ran?"

The middle-aged woman nodded in fear: "Yes...she...her name is Gu Ran..."

Gu Jingxing grinned, and raised his hand to touch the girl's head: "Good name, really good name."

The woman looked at his **** arms, hugged the little girl in panic, and hurried into the bus.

The smile on Captain Gu's mouth never stopped, and everyone in the camp felt that their captain was stupid.

Thanks to Cheng Haidong's quick response to this cut, it is estimated that their battalion commander would be a one-armed hero.

The wound was not deep. After returning to the camp, the team doctor stopped the bleeding and did a simple bandage.

Cheng Haidong leaned aside, looked at his gauze-wrapped arm, and touched his nose: "battalion commander, you were distracted just now, that group is extremely vicious, we must always be careful."

Gu Jingxing stretched out his finger and Cheng Haidong quickly handed him a cigarette to light it. Fucheng was surrounded by mountains on three sides and the sea on the other. They were not far from the mouth of the sea. At this moment, the sea breeze was blowing and the leaves of the trees on the side rustled.

Gu Jingxing smokes, but he smokes very little, he will come when he is upset, and he is not addicted to cigarettes.

At this moment he was wearing a camouflage uniform, with a cigarette between his fingers, and took a sip, then coughed out and cursed, "Fuck, this smoke is really rushing, where's the smoke?"

Cheng Haidong touched the back of his head: "I bought it in Fucheng. You haven't smoked the local cigarettes. You may not be used to it. The cigarettes here are like grass leaves, and they are really rushing."

Gu Jingxing reluctantly took a couple of mouthfuls and frowned: "I was really distracted just now, but I won't be anymore."

Cheng Haidong stood neatly: "Before I came out, both Chiefs of Staff Liang Tuan and Jiang told me that it is important to suppress the bandits, but it is also very important to protect the battalion commander from danger. From now on, you stay in the camp."

Gu Jingxing waved his hand impatiently: "Okay, I'm a soldier, not a paper-bound man, and I can't die if I get two stabs. The people here are suffering so much. We must complete the task as soon as possible and remove the frantic group as soon as possible. The bandit brought it to a pot."

Cheng Haidong nodded his head: "It's the battalion commander. I will change a mountain road tomorrow. We found a hunter in the mountain and asked him to show us the way. He is familiar with this area and may make new discoveries."

Gu Jingxing took another cigarette and coughed, "I see, let them all rest and get up early tomorrow."

Cheng Haidong turned around and returned to his room. After a while, the sound of playing the harmonica sounded outside.

Cheng Haidong lay on the floor, with two soldiers lying in their clothes lying on the side. The three of them listened for a while, and one of them couldn’t help but sit up: “Fuck, the battalion commander blows this stuff every day, he blows it. I won’t say anything if it sounds good. He doesn’t know what he is blowing at all. It’s too noisy."

Cheng Haidong turned over and mumbled: "No way, he loves to blow, you can let him blow."

The little soldier gritted his teeth and said, "If you blow it into the middle of the night, why don't you let people sleep? I'll go and steal his harmonica tomorrow."