The feeling of being targeted by him was very bad. It was like a storm was coming, and she was about to be criticized by him.
Ye Jian's back straightened.
Xia Jinyuan, who was sitting in the car, smiled slightly when he heard that. He said in an even colder voice, "I think you're quite capable. You can even run while carrying shells. Are you trying to tell the male soldiers that you're very strong? That you can win them while carrying shells?"
The mortars were still behind her, but she was running with the shells in her arms. What was this?
Ye Jian immediately understood what mistake she had made. If she really wanted to run with the shells, she should at least wait for the male soldiers who were training with her to carry the mortars. The weapons were divided into different parts. Alone, they were equivalent to a pile of scrap metal.
Also, she ran away, but she left behind her comrades who were in combat. That was even more sinful!
