They were just ordered to come here for an exercise, there was really no need to make such a fuss, but the captain has been acting strangely lately.

They kept opposing Lieutenant Colonel Ji and his men, almost causing them to lose the exercise due to internal strife.

Although this internal strife... has nothing to do with Lieutenant Colonel Ji and his group.

But,

If they really lose, then these two special forces teams will truly become the biggest joke in after-dinner conversations.

Fortunately, what happened just now did not lead to any major mistakes. Otherwise, if the captain really became brothers-in-law with his idol in the future, the two of them would be in trouble!

...

Meanwhile, at the training ground, Ji Muhan, having rested and recovered, began to address the issue of leading troops in training, even though he had often led troops in training before.

But most of the time they only take over base affairs during the periods when they are not on missions.

They only train new recruits in a whole team during the annual special forces selection!

In fact, they are relatively free most of the time. Except when they go out to carry out missions, which require a lot of time, they still need to take over some daily training in the special operations brigade.

In particular, the special operations brigade's company commander's retirement application had already been approved, so he had to take over the garrison's affairs three months ahead of schedule.

So this next month will be the busiest time for him. He originally planned to personally escort Mo Qing back to the capital, but now it seems he'll have to postpone it for a few more days...

Two state-of-the-art heavy armored vehicles were about to engage in a thrilling collision and passionate embrace—

Ji Muhan was furious!

I'm so angry!

Which bastard dares to be so reckless as to come here?!

Find him, remove him from his post, and make him write a 30,000-word self-criticism!

It really angered Ji Muhan, okay? Normally, she wouldn't show her anger, but this time...

Ji Muhan shoved open the tank door, angrily ripped off her military cap and threw it onto her seat, pointing directly at the armored vehicle.

His cold, indifferent voice carried a clear hint of anger as he coldly ordered, "Pull him down!"

Pull him down and shoot him!

The division commander and two company commanders who followed were also terrified.

Ji Muhan didn't know, but they did. This was Young Master Shen's "private armor"!

When the people inside reached the cabin door, Ji Muhan's temples throbbed violently!

Mo Qing?!

Was she piloting the armored vehicle?

Even his pampered little brat saw him; his eyes, which were usually bright and crescent-shaped, suddenly became watery and looked unusually lost and helpless.

Ji Muhan's heart softened a little, and she cursed, "That brat! What a troublemaker!"

Ji Muhan didn't put on a pleasant expression; she remained very serious.

The spoiled brat stood there looking at him, her eyes initially watering as if she wanted to appear aggrieved, but who knew—

"Pull your clothes up straight."

Ji Muhan's tone was indifferent, but it carried an undercurrent of coldness.

The special forces soldiers knew that their company commander was a ruthless man who didn't care about his own family, so it wasn't surprising that he was like this to a beautiful woman.

However, that delicate and pretty little doll seemed a bit flustered by this matter. She looked like a confused person, and when she actually went in, she first pulled up her shirt that was showing her shoulder, looking just like an obedient little girl.

I walked to the door again and looked at the ground some distance away...

How to get down became a problem. Going up was indeed much easier, after all, Shen Shaolin was there to help her back then. But now—Mo Qing looked at her right ankle, which was not fully healed and was wrapped up like a rice dumpling.

She could only look at Ji Muhan pitifully again, her eyes filled with an obvious plea for help.

Ji Muhan looked at her calmly and composedly, without saying a word or even changing his expression. He just looked at her indifferently, but his posture was enough to show his attitude.

She was wearing those high platform shoes.

She went to look at him again. She looked just as pitiful as ever. She meant she wanted him to hold her.

The special forces soldiers, of course, wouldn't even dare to imagine that there was any relationship between them. They just thought that this beauty was quite good at reading people and knew who held the power of life and death here.

Ji Muhan lowered her eyes coldly, her brows furrowing slightly, seemingly impatient, and remained silent.

"Take off your shoes." Someone nearby, feeling anxious for Mo Qing, immediately reminded her.

Mo Qing was stunned for a moment. Her usual cleverness and shrewdness disappeared completely. She just stared at Ji Muhan with a pitiful look.

She felt a little nervous and a little wronged. She really wanted him to come up and carry her down, but she didn't have the courage to speak up. No matter how bold and carefree Mo Qing was, she was smart and knew how to read the room. Obviously, if she spoke up now, Ji Muhan would just ignore her like she was air.

But this was incredibly unfair to Mo Qing. At home, she was a pampered child, and she was never treated like this, being left out in the cold.

Even the special forces soldiers felt sorry for the beauty. Look at how lost, helpless, and aggrieved she looked! When they saw her, everyone wanted to rush up and pick her up, and comfort her for a good while.

But who would dare to help her? With Ji Muhan's icy expression, who would dare to provoke him? Wouldn't that be incredibly audacious?

All the special forces soldiers could only watch helplessly as she dawdled and dawdled.

Take off your shoes first.

Mo Qing's right foot, which was bandaged, rubbed against the edge first. She wanted to jump, but she was afraid of the pain. Mo Qing, being a delicate girl, was most afraid of pain, so she was conflicted.

She stared blankly at the figure, which was neither too tall nor too short, with a delicate, almost sculpted face, its features tightly furrowed.

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