With the expectation of gun training, Wu Feiqi was earlier than before. According to the method taught by Xiaole Xiaotong, he put the bullet bags and other equipment neatly on his body, including two sandbags tied to his calves. After exercising his body, Xiaole and the others had just left the house. When he saw him jumping around, he was very surprised.

"Wu Fei, are you a masochist?" Xiaotong didn't understand what he was doing.

"I want to learn guns early!" Wu Fei smiled at him. Xiaotong did not have the deep blood hatred he had on his body. How could a person with no desires and no desires have such motivation?

"No matter how much you want to learn guns, you can't get tired of your body. Don't you have to sleep?" Xiaotong was still nagging.

"I've had a rest, thank you for your concern. "When Wu Fei said this, he looked at Xiaole. When he saw him, he was also surprised when he saw him before, and at the same time he showed a very concerned expression. Although his words were about to Xiaotong, they were actually more like thanking Xiaole.

Wu Fei's eyes turned Xiaole in panic and turned his head away, as if he did not accept his gratitude.

Why is this guy weird these days? Wu Fei was a little puzzled. According to his idea, such an excellent man should not be as squeamish as a woman.

"Everyone has gotten up, it's not bad, I'm a little motivated."

When Wu Fei was thinking about it, Uncle Guo came out and seemed more relieved to see that the three of them were ready.

Uncle Guo also has full equipment today, just like he is on the battlefield.

Normally, Uncle Guo is empty-handed, and suddenly he is so formal that Wu Fei is a little confused. He was about to ask Xiaotong, but he saw that both of them looked sad.

Does Uncle Guo have any deep meaning in dressing like this? Wu Fei secretly speculated.

"Today I will take you down the mountain for some breath." Uncle Guo had a smile on his face, but this smile made people feel uneasy.

Wu Fei also vaguely felt something was wrong. He looked at Xiaole, but saw him smiling bitterly and spread his hands at him.

"Don't be stunned, set off! Xiaole opens the way and walks wherever he wants."

Before Wu Fei could understand why the two of them looked so bitter and revengeful, Uncle Guo spoke again.

Xiaole was ahead, Wu Fei followed him, then Xiaotong, and Uncle Guo walked at the end. Before leaving the Ermashan Mountain Village Pass, they were still walking, but they greeted the bandits guarding the pass. After leaving the mountain gate, Xiaole ran away first.

He was not running fast and his stride was small, which made Wu Fei feel very awkward. He was used to running big. Although the two sandbags on his feet would affect the drag, Xiaole's running method still made it difficult for him to adapt.

"Xiaole, you are no different from leaving. Can you hurry up?"

After running for a while, Wu Fei finally couldn't help speaking.

But unexpectedly, after hearing this, Xiaole turned his head and glared at him viciously. Xiaotong behind him said resentment: "If you want to show off, run ahead, no one will pull you."

What's wrong with them? They seemed to be saying nothing wrong? They were still my own people yesterday, so why did they become like this now? Is this because I said it to speed up?

Although he was very unhappy, Wu Fei still held it in his heart, followed Xiaole silently, and tried hard to adjust his steps.

In early spring, Erma Mountain is full of fresh green. Although the fields have not yet started sowing, some wild grasses still stubbornly show their tenacious vitality to people. On the bare branches, many young buds are also rushing to protrude, and the early birds in the forest are singing happily.

All of this is so beautiful. If it weren't for the burden of revenge for Sister Ping and Xiao Si, Wu Fei really wanted to live in Ermashan for the rest of his life, living a life of drinking and eating big pieces of meat with the Sandang family and the others, and living a daily life of training with Xiaole and Xiaotong, having fun every day, and doing housework with Jijiji.

Wu Fei had never left Erma Mountain and was in a coma. The only time he went down the mountain was to hurry to the battlefield. This time he really walked out of Erma Mountain, which made him very fresh and curious about everything around him. The heavy equipment and the sandbags under his feet seemed to have been forgotten.

He ran and stopped and walked, but didn't count how long he had walked. Anyway, it was from the rising sun when he set out to the three o'clock in the sun. Wu Fei didn't feel tired, but Xiaotong behind him was panting and could not walk anymore.

Xiaole turned around and took Xiaotong's gun, and planned to take off the grenade bag on his body, but Wu Fei took it first, and took off the gun that Xiaole had already hung on his shoulder and carried it on his body.

"Can you do it?" Xiaotong asked in confusion with her waist. He stared at the two sandbags tied to Wu Fei's legs, looking at him like a monster.

"I'm fine, give me the bullet bag and dry food bag, and I'll carry it for you." Wu Feibu smiled, looking very relaxed, but in fact he was already a little tired.

"You can carry these things for him for a while, but can you help him for the rest of your life? Can you let the Japanese bullets fly around him on the battlefield? Can you guarantee that you can help him like this every time you go to the battlefield? Even if you can do it, what should he do if you are not by his side? Waiting for others to help him? You are not helping him now, but harming him!"

Uncle Guo's voice rang coldly on his body, which scared Xiaotong to shake slightly, which also made Wu Fei stop involuntarily to remove the food bag.

Yes, who can make such a guarantee? Wu Fei asked himself that it was impossible, and Xiaole could not do this either.

As Uncle Guo said, what should I do if I have to help this way during training and wait until I really get on the battlefield?

Just like yourself, if you don’t practice hard and want to rely on others to take revenge, then just give up this idea as soon as possible.

Thinking of this, Wu Fei hung the grenade bag back on Xiaotong's body and handed back the gun.

"You can do it, and I can do it too!"

Wu Fei saw that Xiaotong's tears were already spinning in his eyes, but he still stubbornly held it.

"That's right, you can do it!" Wu Fei said firmly. He raised his fist in front of Xiaotong, as he supported and believed in him.

Xiaole walked to Xiaotong, wiped away the tears in his eyes, and gave him a thumbs up. Seeing Xiaotong burst into tears and laughing, he nodded heavily to him, and then turned to the front.

The scene of the three teenagers was very sensational, but in Uncle Guo's eyes, he just held his own cigarette gun and sucked it with relish.
Chapter completed!