Panther Commando

In the small restaurant of the military area, Qi Zhijun and a few people walked around the round table and quickly ate something, Qi Zhijun straightened up and looked at the little monk who was still gobbling down and said with a smile: "Hahahaha, this kid is simply the reincarnation of a starving ghost, so he can eat."

Wan Lin looked lovingly at the little monk who was working hard, and he whispered: "Lingyi Temple is deep in the mountains near the border, surrounded by barren mountains and mountains, they all rely on wild vegetables and prey to feed their hunger. After a full meal, life is extremely difficult. After Jingheng came out with us, every time he was full, he would take more, and at night, in a dream, he would call for Master and two brothers to eat."

Feng Dao, who was sitting next to him, also said with red eyes: "There are only Master Changtian and three disciples in Lingyi Temple, and the four of them are all masters who practice martial arts. They can eat themselves, but what can they do? It's delicious, so after this kid came out, he was only interested in food, martial arts, and fighting, which made him feel distressed."

After listening to the descriptions of Wan Lin and Fengdao, Qi Zhijun and the three looked at each other. Qi Zhijun turned his head and shouted to a staff officer standing outside the door, "Xiao Hu, tell the kitchen to get two more plates of sauce elbows."

"Don't, don't, don't ask for it. If you eat it again, you will ruin this kid." Wan Lin quickly stopped him. He followed the little monk who looked down and was eating and shouted, "Jingheng, don't eat it."

The little monk raised his head with a mouth full of oil and said, "No...Isn't there still two plates of sauce...Sauce elbow?" "Hahaha, this kid is still thinking about the sauce elbow." Minister Qi laughed. He looked at the clean plate in front of the little monk and asked with a smile, "Boy, are you full?"

"Report...report to the head, eat...Eat is enough to eat, just...even...you can still eat." The little monk pulled his sleeve with his right hand, and when he raised it, he was about to wipe his mouth.

Cheng Ru, who was next to him, quickly grabbed the boy's arm. He took out a napkin and stuffed it into the boy's hand: "Don't wipe it with your sleeve, there are napkins here."

The little monk pushed away the paper towel that Cheng Ru handed over: "Waste... waste, I'll go... wash it myself, the sauce elbow is here and call me." The boy stood up, turned around and ran into the bathroom on the side.

Qi Zhijun and several others silently looked at the back of the little monk, and the circles of their eyes were a little red. "Alas," Minister Qi sighed, followed by looking at the door and said, "Xiao Hu, tell the cooking team to pack two plates of soy sauce elbows, and let the little monk take them away later."

"Yes." Staff Officer Hu turned around and ran to the side. "Wait a minute." Qi Zhijun's voice followed, and he immediately stood up and ordered: "Order the logistics department of the frontier defense forces to send supplies to the border post every month, and also send supplies to Lingyi Temple for the month, three servings, standard The same as the officers and soldiers of the border post!"

Staff Officer Hu was stunned, and he said hesitantly, "Minister, should we reconsider this matter? The little monk is not a member of our army, and the people in Lingyi Temple are not soldiers. This seems to be illegal."

As soon as he finished speaking, Qi Zhijun glared at him and roared: "Is the little monk a soldier? No matter which military region he is in, he is a Chinese soldier who serves the country! Master Changtian of Lingyi Temple is an old man in his old age. But he personally handed over the best disciples he had cultivated to Wan Lin to serve the country, while they themselves were starving in the temple. Now, what qualifications do we have to talk about the rules? Execute immediately, I will go tomorrow The logistics department of the military region negotiated in person."

&nbbsp; Qi Zhijun's roar was thunderous, and the glass windows of the small restaurant made a "humming" sound. Wan Lin and the three at the dining table stood up suddenly, and Wan Lin's roar followed: "Stand at attention, salute." Tears flashed in the eyes of the three of them looking at Qi Zhijun. "Yes." Staff Hu also quickly ran to the side.

Wan Lin and the others have all been to Lingyi Temple, and they know that it is indeed poor mountains and bad waters, and the surrounding living environment is extremely harsh. If it weren't for Changtian Master and several people who are all skilled in martial arts and can beat their prey to their stomachs, ordinary people simply can't be in that mountainous area. Life.

When Wan Lin went to Lingyi Temple for the second time, he wanted Xiaoya to leave some money for Master Changtian, but he knew that the senior of the old Master had a strong personality, and it was impossible for him to accept the money he gave him.

Moreover, it is very far from the town, even the little monks and the others who have light merit, have to walk for nearly a month to reach the surrounding villages and towns, even if they have money, they cannot solve their living difficulties.

At that time, Wan Lin once asked Zou Tao to transport some food and daily necessities to Lingyi Temple, but that could only solve Lingyi Temple temporarily, and could not solve the plight of Lingyi Temple permanently.

Wan Lin once thought of asking for help from his military region, but he knew that the mountainous area where Lingyi Temple was located was under the jurisdiction of the Southwest Military Region, and his military region had no troops there, so he could not provide regular help at all.

Wan Lin, Feng Dao and Cheng Ru did not expect that Qi Zhijun would solve the predicament of Lingyi Temple without hesitation after listening to his introduction. The three were really moved~www.wuxiaspot.com~ Wan Lin put down his arms and turned his head He shouted: "Jingheng..." As soon as he shouted, he saw that the little monk stood upright with his feet and his right hand saluted. He stared blankly at Qi Zhijun, his face was full of tears, and he shouted with trembling lips: "arrive!"

Seeing the excited appearance of the little monk, everyone knew that he had heard the order given by Qi Zhijun just now, and Wan Lin hurriedly shouted: "Jingheng, come over quickly and thank Minister Qi!"

"Yes!" the little monk shouted loudly. He lowered his arms and ran in front of Qi Zhijun. He stood at attention with both feet in a salute, and shouted, "Thank you... Thank you, Minister Qi."

He then put down his arms again, and the monk with both hands bowed and shouted: "Jing...Jingheng replaces the master and... and senior brother, thank... Xie head, I... I will kowtow to you." The boy followed his knees to ask kneel down.

"You are a soldier, what are you kneeling for?" Qi Zhijun grabbed the boy's arm, pulled the boy up and roared, he followed the boy into his arms, and said earnestly: "Little monk, you are a soldier now, He is a man, we men can only kneel to our parents, to our master, and to the world!"

He then slowed down and said word by word: "Lingyi Temple is your home, your master and brother are your relatives, they are the family members of our army, and it is our duty to help them solve their difficulties!"

At this time, Ye Feng also raised his hand to wipe away the tears on the boy's face and said, "Boy, follow your leopard head and work hard. When there is a chance, I, Ye Ju and Wang Brigade will go back to Lingyi Temple to see your master with you." Wang Tiecheng He also patted the boy's bald head and said, "Boy, let's go back together."

The little monk stared blankly at the three chiefs in front of him, tears still pouring out of his eyes. He was stunned for a while and his feet suddenly touched the ground, and his body suddenly sprang backwards like a spring.