Chapter 3: Five hundred rounds of ammunition, hurry up!

Harboring the remaining questions, Gao Dazhuang chooses to endure it!

"Little comrade, which unit are you from?"

"Report to the leader, I am Lin Feng, company-level assistant of the Night Tiger Reconnaissance Company, Special Eighth Regiment."

Gao Dazhuang frowns upon hearing this: "Old Miao's soldier?"

"Report, I am Miao Lian's soldier!"

"How is that possible?" Gao Dazhuang stares: "According to the information I collected,"

"currently, the entire Night Tiger company only has two fish that slipped through the net, and you are not one of them!"

"Hehe, I can only say that your intelligence, leader, is not accurate enough."

Lin Feng giggles and says: "I just took office four days ago, did you collect that?"

MMP, where can one collect that?

Fine, Gao Dazhuang nods bitterly: "How did you know we would come to search the field hospital?"

"Report to the leader, I guessed, is that okay?"

"Fine, then when did you bury the mines?"

Lin Feng instantly understands what he means, so he shakes his head repeatedly.

"The leader is overthinking; the field hospital, as a neutral unit, could not possibly cooperate with me."

"Well, I buried the mines secretly while the sentries were eating lunch!"

Fine, the doubts are all resolved.

Gao Dazhuang waves his hand to signal that Lin Feng can leave; looking at him is annoying!

Leave? How is that possible?

Lin Feng smiles deviously: "Leader, look, my clothes are soaked through. If I don't change them in time, I'll catch a cold and get sick, understand?"

Uh, what does that mean?

Gao Dazhuang points to his own nose: "You want to change into my clothes?"

"As expected of the leader, you are truly understanding!"

Lin Feng maintains his devious smile and says: "According to the exercise rules, you are already dead."

"And for me to confiscate the spoils of war, there is no problem at all."

"Of course, leader, you can lie on the ground and play dead, or I can do it myself..."

Just then, it is the same special forces soldier from before.

He points at Lin Feng's nose, furious: "Are you crazy?"

"Do you believe I really dare to hammer you?"

At this moment, Lin Feng retracts his smile and frowns.

"I was just enduring you, don't you have any self-awareness?"

"Besides, who are you to call yourself 'father'?"

"I am a company-level assistant with the rank of Second Lieutenant."

"Now, stand at attention immediately, do you hear me?"

Facing the thick 'arrogance' rushing towards him,

the special forces soldier, even if unwilling, is helpless.

Because he is only a First-Class Sergeant; continuing to confront a Second Lieutenant is clearly a 'brain-dead' act!

"Stand at attention, salute, hello leader."

Lin Feng returns the salute briefly and turns to look at Gao Dazhuang:

"Leader, your level of leading troops is truly far worse than Miao Lian's!"

"The soldiers brought up by Miao Lian at least understand the rules, do you understand?"

Gao Dazhuang has a black face and says nothing, and begins to take off his clothes.

Just ask, what is there to say?

Is it not sour enough to be belittled?

"Wild Wolf, let him wear mine?"

"You shut up..."

Just then, the railing of the field hospital opens, and a group of people pours out.

There are doctors, nurses, and Chen Guotao and Zhuang Yan are among them.

When they see clearly that it is Lin Feng, the two quickly gather around.

Chen Guotao says: "Assistant Lin, you eliminated the Langya?"

"Yes," Lin Feng smiles and nods: "A blind man met a deaf man, just a coincidence!"

"What coincidence? I think you are a true master who doesn't show his skills, right?"

Hearing this, Lin Feng smiles and shakes his head: "Platoon Leader, let's not flatter, some people are very unhappy, understand?"

"Understood, understood,"

Chen Guotao cooperates super well: "You also want to be low-key, but your strength doesn't allow it."

"I can only say: the Langya are too trashy..."

Lin Feng interrupts, saying with a straight face: "Platoon Leader, some people don't understand the rules, do you not understand either?"

"How can you say the Langya are trashy?"

"It should be more accurate to say the Lone Wolf Squadron is trashy, understand?"

"Report, I understand, the Lone Wolf Squadron is trashy!"

Chen Guotao says it very loudly, wishing everyone in the world could hear it!

Well, because some time ago, Gao Dazhuang cooperated with Minister Wang of the Theater Training Department,

and when he came to inspect the Night Tiger Reconnaissance Company, he smashed the place, incurring the hatred of all the officers and soldiers in the company.

Old Gao the Dog-Head also got his name because of this,

so when there is a chance to mock, they absolutely spare no effort...

Speaking of which, Gao Dazhuang, who was belittled but could not vent,

could only throw the clothes he took off fiercely into Lin Feng's arms.

"Anything else you need, speak?"

"Hehe, it's hard to refuse such kindness, then I won't be polite!"

While speaking, Lin Feng points to the Type 88 held in the sniper's arms.

"I want it, bring it over quickly."

The sniper hesitates: "Leader, this is a Type 88 sniper rifle, are you sure?"

"Nonsense, do you think I don't recognize it?"

"This..."

"Give it to him!"

Gao Dazhuang speaks; even if the sniper is unwilling, he has to execute it.

Taking the Type 88 sniper rifle, Lin Feng immediately adds: "Get me five hundred rounds of ammunition, hurry up." ===== CHAPTER 5 =====