Lu Xuan rolled his eyes and said, "We're soldiers, not some damn celebrities. Do you need your old man to reward you with a few more strokes of the military cane or what?"
Thinking of the 100 cane strokes he got last time, when he couldn't get out of bed for days, Xing Hongfan shuddered at Lu Xuan's words, then hurriedly gave an awkward grin and said, "Just joking, just joking, don't mind me!"
But Xing Hongfan's gaze kept wandering back to Lu Xuan, full-on envy, jealousy, and hate. Wolf Fang, that represented the highest honor a soldier could get, the existence of the strongest special forces, the very top-tier unit of Huaxia. Just hearing the name got your blood boiling!
After Lu Xuan finished assembling the M10 sniper rifle, he ran his hand over the muzzle, feeling a surge of hot blood burning in his veins—that pure love and madness for firearms, the thrill of returning to the battlefield!
