Don’t Mess with the War Goddess

It was training in the afternoon, and no one responded after the message was sent.

In my ears, the battle between dragons and tigers is coming to an end.

Mu Chenyuan, who had not mixed up but had been paying attention, took the phone.

It's almost necessary for him to play.

Chang Hu didn't hide it anymore, clutching it.

Originally, he didn't intend to hide or cover it.

"For the sake of your sincerity to learn the scriptures, let me tell you with great compassion. Instructor Mu, you still need to ask you to talk about it."

Mu Chenyuan nodded slightly, "Wait a minute."

All the data in his hand was sent to Xia Houyu, and soon Xia Houyu connected with Mu Chenyuan to participate in this commentary.

While in the mountains

Sitting in the shade of the trees in the fiasco of the second camp, the spirits were a little ill.

"Don't be discouraged, there is one final competition." The squad leader of the second camp sighed, "Is it not normal to win or lose? Is it guilty of such a downturn?"

"It's done, I'll cheer me up, don't let the pickled cucumbers be boring!"

"Squad leader, can we go and ask the squad leader of the first camp? The game is too evil these days. I have a lot of questions to ask clearly."

Ma Xiaoquan got up, his thin and small body was like a hardened iron plate, unbending.

Both the first camp and the second camp are resting.

There are also a few soldiers from the first camp laughed and comforted the soldiers from the first camp, "Good boy, I just want to win, but don't want to lose. Then we are not the same, who wants to lose?"

"If you lose, you have to admit it. What's the matter of being sullen? It's better to let your breath go, and don't get sick."

"No, we haven't lost to you for two consecutive years in the first camp, and we lose again in the third year. We have to take off our clothes and go back to our hometown to farm."

"Laugh, smile, don't sullen your face, watch out for sadness."

Those who have won are naturally happy and patiently persuade them.

If you lose, there is no way to be happy after persuading you.

An Xia watched, leaning against the tree alone, taking a nap in comfort.

If you lose, you have to admit it.

The point is how to change after recognition.

At present, the combatants in the first camp seem to be immersed in the depression of losing, and no one has taken the initiative to ask questions.

Not far away, Zou Jun, the squad leader of the first battalion district, smiled and said, "Want to know? Let's take you to find our commander this time. Because of her, we won beautiful."

An Xia raised her mouth slightly.

I thought I would continue to be immersed.

"Not you?"

Ma Xiaoquan asked.

The monitor laughed, "It's really not me, there is no need to lie to you."

"Who is that?" The squad leader of the second camp set his sight on the deputy squad of the first camp, "Lao Fan?"

"Nor!" The smile on Zou Jun's face deepened. "A person you all know, but unexpected."

I looked around for a while, and finally found An Xia, who was hiding and resting, "Hey, did you see that? It's that person. It is her command that allows us to win beautiful."

Who?

Which one?

Looking in the direction of the finger, only An Xia was seen.

Thinking that he hadn't seen anyone, the squad leader of the second camp asked, "Where is it? I only saw An Xia."

"It's An Xia." Zou Jun laughed.

What?

How can it be!

The squad leader of the second camp with a shocked look was a bit unable to accept, "An Xia? Old Zou, you didn't lie to me."

Ma Xiaoquan straightened the corners of his mouth, and strode towards An Xia.

He has too many questions to ask.

It must be understood.

"I really didn't lie to you, Ma Xiaoquan has passed by, walk around, and you will also pass." Zou Jun led the second battalion commander and walked towards Anxia.

The rest point was a small flat land next to the mountain creek. All the combatants in the first and second camps sat down one by one, and An Xia sat in the middle, answering the questions of the second camp intensively.