Chapter 327: Let's Fight
"Qijun..." Ye Xiaomei tugged at the man's collar under the table again.
Feng Zhen saw this little action and a trace of contempt flashed in his eyes: "Xiao Ye, a woman should behave like a woman. You don't need to meddle in men's affairs."
Ye Xiaomei looked at Ye Lan and thought, if I don't care, how can you care?
I originally thought she was a nice person, but after just a few hours of contact with her, I didn't expect that she was still thinking about her man. Ugh.
"It's okay, Xiaomei." Ma Qijun said in a soft voice.
Ye Lan felt particularly uncomfortable after hearing this, as if she had never been familiar with this man whom she had known for seven or eight years.
Ye Xiaomei stopped talking and watched him tilt his head back and gulp the liquid down his throat. Zhao Jinlong opposite her chuckled with a smug look on his face.
Ye Xiaomei subconsciously looked at Commander Feng. He is the boss, so how could he not take charge?
When they came to their senses, both of their wine bottles fell down at the same time, not a drop was left.
After the air was silent for a few seconds, Feng Jin led the applause, followed by several other leaders.
"Take it easy, or you'll be hungover tomorrow." The leader said this innocuous sentence.
Zhao Jinlong and Ma Qijun sat down silently and ate a few bites of food.
I don’t know why, but as if as agreed, they got up and left before finishing their meal.
"Where are you going?" Ye Xiaomei panicked and pulled Ma Qijun's hand.
"Eat more, I'll be back soon." Ma Qijun said and walked out of the cafeteria with Zhao Jinlong.
Commander Feng was also stunned: "What are you doing?"
Ye Xiaomei was in no mood to eat and drink, and at this moment, she didn't care about Feng Jin's thoughts, so she asked subconsciously:
"What on earth is this for?"
The remaining few were all platoon leaders and battalion commanders from the Land War side. They were calm, as if they were used to it.
Thank you, platoon leader, for filling up the division commander's glass and pouring one for yourself:
"This isn't the first time these two have done this. Last time they were competing to see who could drink faster, and after they finished drinking they wanted to fight."
"Fighting?" Ye Xiaomei felt terrible. Is this how Ma Qijun plays in the barracks?
"What kind of war?" Commander Feng put down the wine cup that was about to reach his mouth.
Ye Xiaomei listened to the leaders talking at the same time and finally understood.
Sometimes they would compete in wrestling after drinking, and sometimes in shooting. After all, it was very difficult to maintain the original fighting power and shooting accuracy under the influence of alcohol.
Another time, the two of them dived into the river to see who could hold their breath the longest. If you drink too much and then dive underwater to try to hold your breath, it could easily result in death, but that's how they played it.
Ye Xiaomei didn't quite understand where the deep hatred came from, but she didn't worry that it was fake:
"Master Feng, brothers, I'm done eating, I'll go take a look first."
The place was easy to find. Seeing many camouflage-clad warriors swarming in one direction, Ye Xiaomei stopped and asked.
Sure enough, Ma Qijun and Zhao Jinlong both went to the shooting range.
At this moment, the outside was full of people watching the excitement, and there were only two shirtless old men standing there under the scorching sun.
There was a lot of discussion around, and it seemed that this had happened more than once.
Ye Xiaomei tiptoed anxiously and looked inside through the iron mesh. They were both carrying a gun each and standing there like stone statues, motionless.
Suddenly, Ye Xiaomei's arm was tightened and she was pulled out of the crowd.
"Sister-in-law, I finally found you." Heizi pulled her out of the crowd:
"The boss sent someone to tell me that I came here. This place is full of big bosses, and a woman like you is not suitable."
That's true. The whole place smells of sweat and there are so many people that you'll be squeezed out if you're not careful.
Ye Xiaomei looked back and saw that the shooting range was surrounded by three layers of people inside and outside, and she couldn't see anything:
"By the way, Heizi, what happened to those two?"
Zhao Heihu was so anxious that he was scratching his head, but when he mentioned Zhao Jinlong, he stamped his feet in anger: "How can I tell you, let me put it this way..."
From what he said, it turned out that there was an unpleasantness because of the promotion issue, but Ma Qijun didn't care about it at first, and even felt bad that he had surpassed him.
When the Navy was asked to unconditionally assist the Army's Wild Wolf Regiment in completing its mission during the pursuit of fugitives in late last year, Zhao Jinlong deliberately delayed the start of the battle due to personal grudges, killing one soldier in the Wild Wolf Regiment and seriously injuring four others, two of whom were forced to retire.
Although Ma Qijun had tried his best to apply for pensions for these brothers, for Ma Qijun who valued talent, the death of a brother who could not be resurrected was absolutely unacceptable. What was even more infuriating was that Zhao Jinlong had a hundred excuses to shirk responsibility.
"Come on, Captain Ma..."
"come on."
There was a deafening cheer. Some people took off their hats and swung them vigorously, while others took off their coats and waved them in the air. The scene was as passionate as going to the battlefield.
Ye Xiaomei took a few more steps towards the family compound and finally calmed down:
"Do they do this all the time?"
Heizi smacked his lips and led Ye Xiaomei for a stroll. "Not every time. After all, Zhao Jinlong is in charge of the duties of the Navy Department. He will come here once or twice a month except when work requires it. It is difficult to meet him on weekdays unless there is a cooperative task that requires frequent contact."
Afterwards, Heizi felt unconvinced and added: "If I were the boss, I would just beat him to a pulp."
Ye Xiaomei's heart beat wildly for a few times, and she was extremely worried: "Do you think your boss can beat him?"
After all, that guy was as strong as a big black bear, his arms were thicker than his thighs, and he had never seen him fighting with anyone.
At this point, Heizi was amused: "Sister-in-law, you underestimate our leader. Although he is not as strong as Zhao Jinlong, he is one of the best in the army in fighting, grappling and free fighting. My free fighting was taught by the boss. I have only learned it for less than three months. If at least ten people attack together, it will take only a few minutes to knock them down."
Look how happy Heizi is, he looks so proud.
Ye Xiaomei just pulled the corner of her mouth cooperatively. Can he knock down a dozen people in just a few minutes? Is this true? Looking at his physique, it would be difficult for him to be a soldier.
"Sister-in-law, I have a question that I don't know whether I should ask or not."
When Heizi said this, his eyes were fixed on his sister-in-law's mouth.
Ye Xiaomei subconsciously raised her hand to block it: "Don't say that."
Heizi chuckled: "Sister-in-law, please say a few words. Is it you and our boss..." As he said that, he raised his thumbs and hooked them face to face. With Heizi's smirk, Ye Xiaomei's scalp suddenly tingled.
Ye Xiaomei walked quickly: "You should go and have a look if you have the time. Tell me the result when you get it."
Heizi suddenly stopped and smiled slyly: "I understand, sister-in-law, don't worry, I promise to complete the task."
Ye Xiaomei hurried back to her family compound, closed the door, and quickly looked in the mirror.
Hiss, what should I do? My swollen lips are turning outwards, and the more I look at it, the uglier it looks. But the ugliness is not a big deal at the moment. How did Heizi guess it?
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