"WOO-HOO!" Han Zhuangzhi and his two companions cheered, their excitement unmistakable. Securing such a catch was just too easy; all they had to do was listen to their idol and fire the missiles!
The warriors behind him didn't get a chance this time and all showed looks of envy.
Chen Gu said, "Everyone will get their turn; there will be more opportunities in the future."
The warriors smiled; their idol was truly magnanimous.
Han Zhuangzhi gave Chen Gu a thumbs up. "Brother Chen, what great marksmanship!" He admitted to himself that he couldn't match this skill, even though he was already the best marksman in the team.
"And what sharp reconnaissance instincts," another soldier chimed in with effusive praise.
Reconnaissance instincts were ethereal and hard to define, yet they undeniably existed.
