Song Zhi was amused by his old friend, "You really know how to pat yourself on the back. I'm impressed. If you, as a father, aren't afraid, what do I have to be afraid of?"
"Girl, what's it like driving?"
Jiang Qiao blinked her clear eyes. "It's great, very enjoyable."
Song Junqiang paced anxiously to the side, saying, "Dad, I want to learn too! My little sister Qiao'er can drive, but I can't. I'm so much older than her, and you haven't even thought about teaching me to drive."
Gu Zhengfeng couldn't help but burst into laughter, "Nephew, I support you in this. I'll have your father teach you."
Song Zhi angrily pointed at his old friend and said, "You're just being mean. You know I can't drive, so how am I supposed to teach me? Let me tell you, I'm entrusting my son's driving to you. You have to make sure he learns to drive before he joins the army."
Gu Zhengfeng waved his hand and said, "I'll leave this to your eldest niece. Let my Qiao'er teach him."
Song Zhi almost choked on his own saliva. "What? You want Qiao'er to teach Junqiang? You really dare to think that way, a little kid teaching an older kid, aren't you afraid something will happen? Are you his biological father or his stepfather?"
Gu Zhengfeng waved his hand and said, "Of course he's my biological father. My daughter is more than capable of teaching your son. If you don't believe me, there's nothing I can do. Later, let my daughter take us back. You know whether our Qiao'er is qualified enough."
How is their training going?
"Why don't you go and take a look?"
As they walked, Song Junqiang told Jiang Qiao about the target practice: "It was so much fun! I even fired a few shots just now. Qiao'er, you should try it out later. We're descendants of soldiers; it would be embarrassing to say we don't know how to shoot."
Boys have a particular fondness for these things, and Jiang Qiao is already used to it. The reason she wants to learn them is so that she can use them in the future and find their origins and excuses.
Gu Zhengfeng frowned when he saw today's results. "They haven't even eaten yet. How long have they been training? And their results are still this bad?"
Song Zhi explained from the side, "It's already pretty good. In this sweltering heat, we're almost burning. Why don't we let everyone rest for a bit and then practice again later?"
Gu Zhengfeng shook his head. "I can let them rest, but when they're really on the battlefield, will the enemy let them rest? With this kind of performance, they can't kill the enemy with one shot, and instead they'll be wiped out by one shot themselves. I'd rather they bleed and sweat more in peacetime than lose their lives on the battlefield."
Remember this: you are all soldiers, and your duty is to defend your country. With marksmanship like this, are you going to fight the enemy or become cannon fodder for them?
Listen to my command, concentrate, aim straight ahead, and align your three points in a straight line…
Gu Zhengfeng, with a calm face, issued orders methodically. Jiang Qiao observed the soldiers and, to be honest, it was really hot that day. But her father was right; if they didn't work hard in peacetime, they would just be targets on the battlefield.
Song Zhi shook his head helplessly. Of course he understood that his old comrade-in-arms was doing this for the good of the soldiers, but seeing that the soldiers' backs were soaked with sweat, he also felt a little sorry for them.
Jiang Qiao walked over and carefully observed the way these people held their guns. Then, she asked one of the soldiers next to her for a gun and lay down next to one of them.
Jiang Qiao's actions left the surrounding soldiers somewhat confused, but Gu Zhengfeng, the father, understood. Not only did he understand, but even Song Zhi secretly sighed in his heart, "Like father, like daughter! Even though the couple lost their child for so many years, blood ties really do work."
Gu Zhengfeng didn't give any orders, just let the soldiers lie down and aim. Jiang Qiao did the same, enduring the scorching sun. Even though sweat was pouring down her forehead, she didn't utter a sound. Compared to the devilish training in her previous life, this was nothing.
Song Junqiang tugged at his father's sleeve and said, "Dad, I want to be like Jiang Qiao too."
Seeing his son like this, Song Zhi smiled and gestured to the person next to him to hand his son a gun.
But he couldn't help but sigh inwardly. Compared to that girl, his son was far inferior, not to mention anything else, just in terms of presence. He was even a little envious of Gu Zhengfeng.
Seeing that Gu Zhengfeng hadn't given the order to fire, Song Zhi was worried that Jiang Qiao wouldn't be able to hold on, so he went over to her.
"Girl, that's enough, get up."
Jiang Qiao shook her head, her eyes fixed on the front. "No, I'm not on a shooting range now, I'm on a battlefield. I can't retreat without the commander's order. And what's ahead isn't a target, it's our enemy. They've invaded our land and want to insult our loved ones. If I don't fight them, who will I fight?"
Seeing that Jiang Qiao had stopped talking, Song Junqiang was still puzzled and asked, "Sister Qiao, what's next?"
Jiang Qiao rolled her eyes and said, "Calm down, eliminate distractions, and focus solely on killing the enemy."
Only when they are dead will we be safe, and only then will our comrades and loved ones be safe.
On the battlefield, it's either you die or I die. I'd rather the enemy die than have my loved ones harmed!
Song Zhi and his comrades couldn't help but clap and cheer, "That's exactly what you mean! Listen to what other kids are saying, and you have the nerve to say that?"
After training for so long, our results haven't improved much. Can we justify all the food we've been eating?
Those were all grown with the hard work of our fellow villagers. They couldn't bear to eat them themselves. Why? Because they wanted us to protect them and give them a peaceful and tranquil life.
Gu Zhengfeng's eyes reddened slightly. It would be a lie to say he didn't feel sorry for his daughter. The child had only just arrived, and she was already like this. How could he, as her father, bear it? This child was so sensible, so sensible that it broke his heart.
"Ready—Fire—"
When the target score was reported, Jiang Qiao's score was neither high nor low, eight rings. Even that was enough to make Song Junqiang envious, as he didn't have as many as Jiang Qiao.
The overall results this time were much better than before.
Gu Zhengfeng nodded in satisfaction. "That's how it should be. Look, it's not that you can't play well, it's that you're not focused. Let me tell you, if you all do well today, you'll have meat to eat tonight. If you don't do well, you'll just watch others eat meat."
Upon hearing this, everyone erupted in excitement. "Commander, is this for real or for fake?"
Gu Zhengfeng rarely smiled. "When have I ever lied? We got a pig in the kitchen today. If you don't train well, you won't get any meat. Hurry up and train."
Song Zhi walked up to Jiang Qiao and gave her a thumbs up, saying, "Little girl, you're amazing."
A young soldier next to her suddenly spoke up, "Maybe she just got lucky."
Jiang Qiao coldly sized up the other party, especially noticing the smiles in the eyes of her father and Song Zhi.
I reckon this troublemaker is most likely the son of some leader.
Clearing his throat, he said seriously, "Yeah, that's true. But I've always had pretty good luck. Even if you're not convinced, there's nothing you can do. Maybe I'll be better than you next time. Still not convinced? How about we practice again?"
However, I won't practice with you for nothing. If I need your help in the future, you'll have to help me.
Continue read on readnovelmtl.com