Qiao Le looked at Jun Yan, those clear eyes were clearly extinguished, and in the end, he was still from his heart.

Because, she's really hungry.

Opening his mouth to bite off a piece of meat, Qiao Le chewed it carefully for a while, but he could come up with two words, general.

It's really, very average.

Anyway, I can eat it, but I don't think it's a good taste.

Thinking about the time when she peeked at Jun Yan before and saw that the other party was eating with relish, she thought it was delicious.

Just this taste, Jun Yan still grabbed it......

Sighing lightly, Qiao Le felt that Jun Yan might be the least picky actor she had ever seen.

After all, other male protagonists only eat the food cooked by the female protagonist, and all the tolerance is only for one person.

Jun Yan is good, he also eats what the villain makes, and he is happy to eat it......

Hey, maybe Jun Yan made it himself, it's too unpalatable.

Qiao Le understood.

While understanding, she also wanted to take the barbecue from Jun Yan's hand and prepare to eat it herself.

But Jun Yan actually dodged left and right, but he didn't give it to her.

Well, if you want to repay me for feeding you apples before, then you're welcome.

So, Qiao Le ate the meat that Jun Yan fed her, and somehow, the more she ate, the better it tasted.

Oh, the meat in the back seems to be grilled by Jun Yan.

But isn't this person charcoal-roasted?

Could it be that she taught too well?

Of course, maybe she's too hungry......

By the end of the dinner, Qiao Le still hadn't figured it out.

Thinking about it, I forgot about it.

Under the night sky, bonfires burn brightly.

The night banquet is not easy, and naturally it will not end with a barbecue.

It is said that when he was drunk, he picked up the lamp and looked at the sword, and dreamed of blowing the horn and the battalion.

The word "drunk" has exhausted the wine and is indispensable in the barracks.

Qiao Le looked at the wine in his hand and quietly came out of his mind.

Not far away, Jun Yan was surrounded by a group of soldiers, and there was a lot of wine in the cup.

It's like going through the process, forced to open.

But Qiao Le felt that Jun Yan was happy.

Don't look at him beating everyone present, but he never really hit them hard.

Why does the Striker Battalion keep improving?

Of course, it is because of the dangerous tactics of the soldiers that such a pre-battle competition has come.

At the same time, it is also because Jun Yan, who is standing on the stage, is really taking every soldier seriously.

Pick out their mistakes and omissions in an instant, and then win with one blow.

It is true that everyone loses ugly, but the same mistake will not be made again.

Just like Jun Yan said, no matter what way you use, it is better to kill the enemy than to be killed.

No matter how badly he loses, just use the experience you have learned from him to defend yourself and kill your enemies.

Therefore, no matter how sour and envious this monster is in the vanguard battalion, they always believe in him, respect him, and are willing to entrust him with their lives without regrets.

Perhaps, this is the friendship between men.

Unpretentious, but iron-blooded and resolute.

However, why did she just finish making up this paragraph, and the big men over there began to raise their weapons to chase Jun Yan?

It seems that while chasing, he is still shouting something......

Big, three hundred rounds of the big battle?

Qiao Le: "......"

And at this moment, Zhou Quan, who was not far away, walked in front of Qiao Le with a wine glass.

Under the firelight, the young man clinked glasses with Qiao Le, and then smiled and drank all the wine in the cup.

Seeing this, Qiao Le also subconsciously wanted to raise his cup to follow suit, but was stopped by Zhou Quan.

Zhou Quan: "Seeing that the county lord is bored, his subordinates are bold, and I am willing to come and talk to you." ”