Panther Commando

"Panther Commando(

The little monk sneakily raised the leather bag in front of Wan Lin, his face flushed and he whispered: "This... this is all me... I captured the enemy's loot on the battlefield. You don't mean that everything was captured. I have to... turn it in, so I... I just steal... keep it. You... don't tell me... my master, I... I've violated the discipline again, I want... ...or else he gets angry again, you...you go back...and then clean up me?"

He secretly glanced at the master who was talking, and then said pitifully: "This... this was originally... I just wanted to leave it to my master and... and my brother, I'm afraid... afraid of you. I didn't see it... I took it, so... I didn't dare to tell... tell you, you... you don't give it to me... no... confiscated, this... this is me... I will give it to Master and... The first gift from my brother and brother."

When Wan Lin and the others heard the little monk's answer, their hearts trembled, and their faces showed distressed expressions. They know that the little monk has just entered the army, and his allowance as a private soldier is very small, so he really can't buy any decent gifts.

Moreover, Wan Lin was afraid that this kid would lose the money, so he asked Xiaoya to save the money for him. Usually, the daily things that this kid needs are prepared by Xiaoya and Lingling for this kid. There is really no money.

Seeing the worried look of the kid, Wan Lin raised his hand and touched the kid's head lovingly and said, "This time we decided to come back to watch your master and the others on a temporary basis, so we didn't prepare too many gifts. Before coming back next time, we will Take you to the mall, as long as you want to give it to master and brother, we will prepare it for you."

He said, and looked at the animal skin bag in the little monk's hand, his face sank. Feng Dao and Bao Ya, who were next to him, saw Wan Lin's face, and quickly looked around.

In the small leather bag, there were actually three dark pistols, three sharp sabers, a lot of canned beef, and spare magazines for several pistols.

The three of them then understood that these were all weapons that the little monk picked up from the enemy's corpse on the battlefield and were going to give it to his master and two brothers.

Bao Ya stared at the goldfish eyes, stared at the pistol in the bag and whispered: "My little ancestor, guns can't be used as gifts!" Feng Dao also looked up at the little monk and whispered: "Jingheng, this They are all weapons, so I can't give them to your master and brother."

The little monk became anxious as soon as he heard it, he stared at the two of them and stammered: "Why... why not? I... my master and... and my brother are in this mountain, too... Too dangerous. There's... a lot of beasts, and... there's some suspicious bad... bad guys."

He then looked at Wan Lin and said anxiously: "Leopard...Leopard head, last...Last time, then...that razor...just came out...in the surrounding mountains...has haunted, I...my master, they are too... ...it's too dangerous, so I...I'll give them something to defend themselves."

Wan Lin and the others heard the anxious cry of the little monk, and they already understood the little monk's intention. The mountain where Lingyi Temple is located is far away from the world. There are often beasts in the surrounding mountains, and occasionally there are some desperate gangsters who cross the border with contraband.

Moreover, the dangerous enemy Razor in the previous stage did come and go in this mountain with two assistants, so Jingheng's master and two brothers lived in this mountain, which was somewhat dangerous.

Feng Dao and Bao Ya understood what the little monk meant, and they both looked at Wan Lin with some embarrassment. They all know in their hearts that only the police and the military have the right to equip guns, and no civilian has the right to possess these weapons, otherwise it is illegal!

Wan Lin saw Feng Dao and Bao Ya looking at him, he shook his head and said, "I understand what Jing Heng means. The three of them, master and apprentice, live in this inaccessible mountain, and there are indeed many unknown dangers."

He then raised his head and looked at the towering peaks outside the temple, and continued: "The last time we found Razor's whereabouts, it was because Jingheng and his senior brother had seen this kid in the mountains, otherwise it would be difficult for us to do it in a short time. Judging the movement of the razor. At the same time, this also indirectly shows the danger of the mages."

Wan Lin said, looked down at the eager little monk and explained: "Jingheng, it is illegal to own guns without permission, we cannot do illegal things. Even us soldiers can only carry guns when we are performing tasks. Get out of the barracks, so you really can't keep those guns."

He said, reaching out and taking out three pistols and spare magazines from the leather bag held by the little monk and handing them to Fengdao and Baoya. Feng Dao took the pistol and handed it to Bao Ya, followed by looking at the little monk with round eyes and said, "Jingheng~www.wuxiaspot.com~ According to the rules, these three sabres must also be handed in, and Leopard Head allows you to use the saber. Stay for self-defense, thank you Leopard Head if you don't hurry up."

The little monk grinned and exclaimed angrily: "This... what is there to thank for this? I... the three good... good guns I finally picked, all... all confiscated from me, I... Thank you... thank you!"

The three of Wan Lin laughed when they heard the little monk's cry, and the wind knife touched the boy's head and said, "Jingheng, a gun is a good thing to hit the enemy, but an untrained person is likely to have a gun in his hand. Danger yourself."

Wan Lin also followed up: "Yes, the last time the enemy entered your temple, it was because you didn't have guns in your hands, so the other party relaxed his vigilance and didn't shoot you directly. Otherwise, you would have a high level of martial arts. You can't resist enemy bullets either."

Fengdao also quickly persuaded: "Jingheng, Leopard Tou is right. You have already participated in battles and know how powerful bullets are. If the enemy first saw you holding guns when they entered the temple, they would definitely not hesitate. Hesitantly shoot at you. Your master and brother are different from us. They have not been trained, and they will endanger themselves with guns. Are you right?"

When the little monk heard Wan Lin and Fengdao's explanation, he hesitated and replied with his black eyes, "That's right... that's right, I... my master and my elder brother... really don't know how to shoot, but holding... a gun instead. It would be more...more dangerous."

He then looked at the leather bag that had become empty, and said in frustration, "I... I finally came back, just... I just gave Master and Senior Brother something like this, I... I'm in trouble... ...Uncomfortable..." The boy said, the circles of his eyes were red again, and a layer of crystal tears had already swirled in his eyes.