Three hours later, the wolf legion was stationed, all the mechs and vehicles were parked in the tent, and the various supplies were put away in different categories. ~ Top-notch novel, Next, the logistics team set up several large iron pots in the open space in front of the camp tent and cooked dinner on a kerosene stove.

Half an hour ago, Wang Hu divided an area of more than 200 square meters in the middle of the three camps as a rest area for the wolf clan. At this moment, Iron Slag was sitting alone on the couch in the rest area, he smelled the smell of meat wafting outside, sniffed hard, and casually turned on the lamp on the small table on the side. Although this is the rest area of the Legion, it is actually his personal space. After all, in the entire legion, he was the only one who could stay in the rest area all day long. And when the head of the regiment is here, the team members will definitely not come over to disturb if they are fine.

While waiting for dinner, Iron Slag took out his communicator and looked at the time. It's now DR3713-01-03, 21 o'clock in Silver City time, and DR3713-01-03, 105 o'clock in Set. In a few hours, it will be dark here. This means that for the next 60 hours or so, it will be night.

"It's a great place to sleep." Iron Slag couldn't help but think about what it would be like to sleep here for the night in a row. Between thoughts, Bai Xiaoyun brought dinner, which was a wheat porridge, a potato roast beef, a pea fried pork slices, and a piece of butter bread. The meals cooked by the logistics team include Far Eastern cuisine, as well as central and western dishes, which are very in line with the needs of the current team members.

"What's the name of the Great Chef?" Iron Slag asked as he drank wheat porridge.

"It seems to be ......," Bai Xiaoyun thought for a moment and said, "It's called Xie Tao." ”

"The craftsmanship is very good, give him a little more salary." Iron Slag took a bite of butter bread and said.

"What about me?" Bai Xiaoyun asked flatteringly.

"Can you cook?" Iron Slag asked rhetorically. Bai Xiaoyun shook his head, and the former immediately narrowed his eyes, glanced at him, and said, "That's not it." ”

"Ah......" Bai Xiaoyun touched his forehead depressedly, crying and crying.

"What do you want money for?" Iron Slag suddenly changed his words and asked.

"The sun here is too strong, I have to buy some sunscreen, otherwise my skin will darken......" Bai Xiaoyun's eyes lit up and he replied hopefully.

"When the ......" Iron Slag was stunned for a moment, and the spoon in his hand fell on the plate, making a crisp sound.

"Brother Tie, what's wrong?" Bai Xiaoyun asked with concern.

"I'll think about it for a few days first, and you go and call Qin Ke'er over." Iron Slag said, then picked up the spoon and continued to eat his roast beef with potatoes without raising his head. Bai Xiaoyun immediately nodded and ran away happily.

Not long after Bai Xiaoyun left, there was a commotion outside. Iron Slag looked up and saw a porcupine leading a group of marines and escorting a tall young man towards him. The young man was more than half a head taller than Iron Slag, with a well-proportioned and capable body, dark black hair, and a small flat head. Looking at it, he has good facial features and looks a little handsome.

"Commander, we have found a suspicious figure." The porcupine gave a military salute to the iron slag, and then added, "We caught him peeping outside the tent just now, so we arrested him, and we asked him who he was and what he was doing here?" He said that he was the commander of a certain regiment, and we didn't believe it, so we brought him over and asked the regiment commander for instructions. "The last time the Grey Man quietly appeared in the tent, it was very embarrassing for the porcupines who were in charge of the camp security. This time he caught a suspicious person, and he must interrogate him well and vent his anger for himself.

"I'm Song Haohe, the leader of the Swift Dragon Legion, not a suspicious person, I'm just passing by." The young man opened his mouth and smiled.

"Friend, please be seated." Iron Slag made a "please" gesture to the opposite sofa and said.

The porcupine glared at the young man, then pointed to the sofa and commanded in a rough voice, "Sit, don't play tricks!" ”

"Okay, okay......" The young man nodded and sat down.

"Friend, please prove your identity." Iron Slag said.

"Oh...... Okay......" The young man nodded again, then took out a student magnetic card that emitted a faint purple light from his coat pocket, pressed it against the glass coffee table, and pushed it towards the iron slag. The latter picked up the magnetic card and looked at it, this is an amethyst magnetic card, one level lower than Mu Yuqinxin's Star Stone Black/Card, representing the identity of the little nobles of Yincheng.

"So, Commander Song Haohe, could you please explain why you appeared in the camp of the Wolf Warrior Legion?" Iron Slag looked into the young man's eyes and asked in an indifferent tone.

"I ...... I was passing by...... It's just a casual stroll, and somehow, I just came here......" Song Haohe touched his head and replied a little embarrassed.

"Looks like we're going to go to the command center......" Iron Slag grinned and said, "Let's listen to the opinions of the person in charge here, what do you think?" ”

"Don't ...... Brothers...... Don't do this...... Let's have something to talk about......" Song Haohe raised his hands and said with a nervous expression.

At this moment, Mu Qianhe accompanied Qin Ke'er and staggered into the rest area. Seeing this, Iron Slag waved his hand at them and motioned for them to leave. Mu Qianhe nodded knowingly, then pulled Qin Ke'er, and was about to leave. But the moment she turned around, the corner of her eyes swept to Song Haohe on the sofa, and she was suddenly stunned like a lightning strike. At the same time, Song Haohe also saw her and couldn't help but show a shocked gaze......

Tie Slag noticed this detail, immediately put his hands on his chest, leaned back, and then faced Mu Qianhe and asked, "You know?" ”

"Hmm......," Mu Qianhe said with a slight hesitation, "he's a friend of mine, probably coming to me." ”

"Then you guys have a good talk." With that, Iron Slag stood up and prepared to leave the rest area.

Seeing that the iron slag was leaving, Mu Qianhe hurriedly grabbed his arm and said anxiously: "I'll just send him away, don't ...... go."

"Qianhe ......" Song Haohe stood up with a dull gaze, and wanted to walk towards Mu Qianhe, but was stopped by the porcupine on the side. Seeing this, Iron Slag waved the back of his hand outward, signaling the porcupine to release him.

It didn't take long for Mu Qianhe to walk out of the camp with Song Haohe. Then, the two walked forward for a while, gradually moving away from the camp. Suddenly, Mu Qianhe frowned, turned his head and shouted, "Song Haohe! We're okay anymore, please don't bother me again! ”

"Chizuru...... I ......" Song Haohe buttoned his hair vigorously and said in a trembling voice.

"You go and marry your eldest lady of the Cao family, I'll take my single-plank bridge, don't bother me in the future!" After saying that, Mu Qianhe walked back angrily.

Song Haohe hurriedly stepped forward and grabbed her arm, and said softly, "Qianhe, wait......"

"Song Haohe, what do you mean?" Mu Qianhe stopped and asked impatiently.

"I'll just come to see if you're doing well, nothing else......" Song Haohe looked into her eyes and said sincerely.

"You proposed the breakup at the beginning, and I didn't feel sorry for you, right?" Mu Qianhe asked in a deep voice.

"Yes......" Song Haohe sighed and nodded.

"I won't be your lover, I've had two boyfriends, you should die." Mu Qianhe said through gritted teeth.

"No...... I...... I...... No...... Not that...... What does this mean...... I was just...... It's just ......" Song Haohe scratched his head and stammered.

Mu Qianhe interrupted him impatiently and said, "Just what? ”

"Chizuru...... You know my ...... I couldn't help it back then...... I just want to see how you're doing...... It's true...... As long as you're doing well...... I...... I'll just ......," Song Haohe stammered.

The seven-foot man in front of him was as tall and handsome as before, but at this moment, his body trembled, and he did not have the domineering spirit of his subordinates in the past, only a bunch of submissive babbling. Mu Qianhe couldn't bear it, sighed, and said softly: "I'm doing well now, please rest assured." ”

He ...... Is he good to you? Song Haohe asked cautiously.

"It's better than you treat me, and he's the one with the star Ishiguro/card." Mu Qianhe said.

"No...... No...... It's a lie again...... ...... lie to you" As he spoke, Song Haohe began to stutter again.

"Lie to me?" Mu Qianhe smiled bitterly and asked rhetorically, "Is there anyone in this world who is more ruthless than you deceive me?" ”

"I ...... I...... I...... I...... I...... I'm ......" Song Haohe stammered, unable to say a word for a long time. The more he spoke, the more excited he became, and suddenly, a blue light appeared in his eyes, and he slammed a punch into his face. With a muffled "poof", bright red blood splattered all over the ground.

Mu Qianhe looked at him blankly, wanting to reach out and touch his face, but he froze in mid-air.

"It's me who I'm sorry for you, I admit it, I deserve to die, but please remember that my love for you is never half fake." After speaking, Song Haohe turned around and left. The lonely figure is indescribably lonely.

Looking at the young man who gradually disappeared from sight, Mu Qianhe took a deep breath and said to himself: "I know you love me, but what can you do for me?" You can't even control your own destiny, what else can you say about love? And how many pennies is your promise worth? He can kill the Templars for me, can you? I can be his lover, and I can be anyone's lover, but not you......"

The past is like a cloud of smoke, and when it passes, it will pass......

Before she knew it, she was back in the camp. At this moment, she was very entangled in her heart, not knowing how to face that person. If he had to ask, how would she answer? If you can meet him three years earlier, how lucky you would be. But even if you can meet him sooner, what can you do? At that time, how could she be willing to succumb to others?

Assistant Naqin and the secretary general, not to mention the difference in status and status, even with that bright figure, she also thinks that she is slightly inferior.

Suddenly, she walked into the rest area and was about to greet the head of the regiment, but saw another figure. Suddenly, she clenched her fists, and even if her nails cut through her palms, she didn't notice it.

As the saying goes, a wave has not settled, and another wave has risen, and there is another uninvited guest in the camp.