Wei Qingfeng was silent for a while, then began to open the package.
Not surprisingly, the two military regions were filled with canned meat, five packs of White Rabbit candy, four cans of milk powder, two or four cans of malted milk, four boxes of biscuits in tin packaging, and several boxes of chocolate in paper boxes. You could tell from the foreign words on them that they were not cheap stuff.
"Brother, there are so many clothes! And shoes."
Two skirts, two sweaters, a woolen coat, two pairs of woolen leather boots, and an old military uniform that was obviously worn by a man.
Wei Qingfeng was speechless. Wasn't this man too biased? The food and drinks he ate were all girls' favorites. Apart from an old military uniform, the rest of his clothes were obviously given to Wei Ci. Could it be that the sister was his biological sister and the brother was adopted?
"A-choo!"
Wei Qingshan, who had just come down from the training ground, suddenly sneezed loudly, rubbed his nose, and cursed in a low voice, "Little bastard."
"Hey, who's talking about our Battalion Commander Wei?"
A large bronze hand appeared on his shoulder. The familiar teasing voice made Wei Qingshan's eyes flash, but then he regained his composure and calmly slapped away the claw.
"Haven't you had enough?"
The man sneered, but ended up bruising the corner of his mouth. He hissed in pain and his face twisted.
"I'm saying, you big, rough guy, can't you try a different method of sparring? You can't compete in weighted cross-country running or 300-meter shooting? Why do you have to resort to punches and kicks?"
Wei Qingshan sneered: "On the battlefield, will the enemy let you choose your fighting style?"
"We are not on a battlefield!"
"For me, yes."
Anyone who is his enemy is his enemy no matter where he is.
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