He raised his leg and kicked T6's foot. "Didn't you see what shoes you're wearing? You're wearing a pair of combat boots, yet you went and kicked a football. Why don't you twist your head off and kick it like a football?"
The boy standing in front walked over step by step. In the end, he stood two to three meters away from the armored vehicle and spoke in the language of the Basa tribe. "Can you give me the football? We only have one football. Don't snatch it away, okay?"
Xia Jinyuan, T6, and the rest didn't understand. White Crane understood. When he translated the boy's words, the special forces soldiers from the Xueyu unit felt their hearts ache.
Even though they had been through hundreds of battles and seen countless casualties, when they heard the boy say that, they felt a crack in their hearts.
