"Captain Luo, be careful..." As Lao Miao called out, Luo Ye had already dashed far ahead, waving back without turning her head, "Take care of yourself, don't move around and open up your wound!"
"Got it." Lao Miao shook his head with a bitter smile. When did he become so useless? Look at that young girl, so full of energy. Thinking of Luo Ye's shooting skills, Lao Miao secretly clicked his tongue in admiration.
Sigh, he probably won't reach that level in this lifetime. When his son takes the college entrance exam, he must make him apply to a military academy. Such shooting skills can only be honed in the military...
Lao Miao anxiously stared in the direction of the village, his mind wandering, no longer concerned with competing against Company Three, just hoping that Shan Gang and the others would show up soon...
Five minutes later, Shan Gang and his team finally appeared in sight, and Lao Miao waved repeatedly: "Captain Shan, over here, over here!"
