"Hey! Don't scare me! ”

Seeing Trode suddenly fall to the ground, Trodea quickly lowered down and helped him up, but Trode's eyes were still closed.

"I guess I'm tired......"

A lazy voice sounded on the side, Tryna looked up, although she had a lot of contact with Trode, but the person in front of him, he still forgot what his name was for a while, because of embarrassment, Treena couldn't speak for a while.

"Judging from the two times you just now, this idiot should have not eaten at night, he can't drink and be reckless, he is already very tired, and he was reprimanded by you, it is estimated that he has reached the limit." The man spread his hands, as if to say that there was no cure for Trode.

In fact, it's not just him, no one can sleep after such a drastic thing in the house. It's just that the rest of the people are still lying in bed, because this kind of thing, there are too many people and there is no point, they can only add to the chaos.

As he spoke, he took out a hard bread from under the bed on the side, handed it to Trana and said: "Anyway, you really think that this idiot can resist those two blows, then you really overestimate him, this is a waste wood that usually hurts for a long time when you meet in the car, and it is estimated that more than half of you can eat your two blows or continue to drink......"

Only then did Treena remember that the man who had a bad tongue and spoke ill of Trode was called Yorkson, his driver, and his usual attitude was more casual, and although she was in the same group as Trode, she was one of the few people who did not show support for Trode. And the team he is on is also quite special, although he is neither in favor nor against, but he is not a person from the neutral faction headed by Vincent, if he insists on dividing a category, he belongs to the abstention faction, and he does not seem to have any interest in this matter that has caused a lot of uproar in the team.

Trema took the bread. But it was not good to forcibly wake Trode, so he had to shake him slowly. And Yorkson simply sat on the side and watched, as if to say to Tryna, and as if to say to himself: "This idiot, his marksmanship is the worst among us, and even the 'stone' over there is better than him." And it's the kind of gap where there's no room for refutation at all. I don't know how many times I've seen this idiot pretending to run to other squads with MP38 to exchange tactics with others. ”

"Humph! The way of holding a gun is not right, let alone beating someone, I don't know how many times I lost someone. With that, Yorkson pulled out the Ruger P08 from Trode's waist, flipped it in his hand and said: "It's really a waste to give him this thing, he can think of maintaining something as big as a tank all the time, but this delicate little pistol." It turned out that he used it out of dust, it seems that this guy is really not suitable for this kind of thing......"

In fact, it was the first time that Trode's marksmanship was so poor. Since after joining the team, her knowledge of the marksmanship of the 217 squad only stayed on Vincent and Roy, and as a sniper, comparing marksmanship with other members of the tank crew can only be a show off, which is something she must not do when there is still a lot of controversy in the team.

"For the perception of 'white ghosts'. This idiot probably didn't tell you. ”

Suddenly, Yorkson came up with this sentence. There's a word in it that compares, but Trena knows that Yorkson isn't the one who has ill will toward her, and she wants to know what he's talking about. As for the 'white ghost', it was Roy who told him about it. Although Trode's mouth was tightly closed, Roy knew that he was being reckless, and he had one more share. He was less pressured, so Roy told Yorkson and Stein about it privately, but Natle didn't tell him because he was afraid that he wouldn't be able to preach it. Later, when Trode found out about this, he just said, "Roy, you're so nosy."

"'White Ghost'?!" Natle heard Yorkson speak. sat up directly excitedly, and then under the gaze of the two, he smiled awkwardly and said, "What is that?" ”

"Hoo ......"

Yorkson sighed, he really didn't have anything to do with him, he gave him a blank look, and said coldly: "Get out, I'm going to say something." ”

"Huh? You told me to get out? Natel didn't understand Yorkson's sudden words.

"Hurry up, I still have something to do, it's good for you to listen to a few words." After saying this, Yorkson followed Natle, who still had a trace of doubt: "Really. ”

As if sensing that the atmosphere was really not right, perhaps also moved by the words of the dead friend, Natel put on his clothes in two or two, and dragged Stein out to smoke.

"Okay, it's all my own now." Hearing the footsteps of Nattle and Stander getting farther and farther away, Yorkson sighed and continued: "To put it simply, that idiot didn't believe in the 'white ghost' at all at first, and this belief made you shoot one shot at a time. And when you beat most of our reconnaissance team at that time, anyone could see the grief and indignation in that idiot's eyes. He's an idiot, but I don't think he's the one who can take care of himself and take you in. ”

"It's idiotic to be able to analyze the enemy's motives in that situation, and if you have that kind of time, you might as well think more about how to defeat the enemy......" With that, Yorkson glanced at Trode, then turned his gaze to the side, and continued: "This idiot has a little bit of a good head, but if you think that he is the kind of person who can see the truth of events at a glance, this idiot is still very untrained compared to the other idiot over there who is still pretending to be asleep." ”

With that, Yorkson stood up, kicked Roy, who was lying on the bed, and said, "Don't play dead, you know more than I do." ”

"Ahaha......" Roy scratched his head and sat up and said, "Actually, I told you everything I knew, and I wasn't there at the time, so I don't know exactly." ”

"But ......," Roy continued, smiling, "was frustrated when he told me. Only when he preached his own analysis, he was proud, and I think he himself must be glad that he could think so much at that time. ”

Hearing the two of them say so many things that they didn't know, Tryna looked down at her fist, already trembling slightly...... (To be continued.) )