Being a Lady of an Influential Family

General Lu thoughtfully took people to the other side to leave the place for the two to talk, and Xu Shaoming was also taken away by the angry Zhou Yan to discuss.

Leng Sa looked at Fu Fengcheng curiously, "Didn't Xu Shaoming say that you are busy? Why do you still have time to come here?"

Fu Fengcheng said lightly: "I just came here for a while, and I can't finish my work today, so don't worry."

Leng Sa nodded, and said contentedly, "It's a good day, but unfortunately my health is still not good. If it's not that Yongcheng has something to do, I really want to stay here."

Fu Fengcheng said: "You can go to a brigade to have a look later."

Leng Sa looked at him with bright eyes, "Really?"

"Naturally." Fu Fengcheng beckoned to Leng Sa to signal her to come closer, Leng Sa looked suspiciously at him or moved closer to him, and squatted down intimately.

Fu Fengcheng stretched out his hand to caress her cheek, and gently wiped her face with his fingers.

"There is ashes on his face." Fu Fengcheng said.

Normally Leng Sa would have jumped up to wash her face, but now she is in a good mood and doesn't care at all.

After a whole afternoon of climbing and rolling in the mountains and forests, how can I not get some dust and stains?

"You participated in the exercise before, what is the highest record of killing enemies in the jungle?" Leng Sa asked curiously.

Fu Fengcheng said: "Drill 129, actual combat 54...probably."

Leng Sa was a little depressed, "I'm twenty-seven." It's a bit too short, but there's nothing she can do if she enters the venue too late today. In her previous life, her highest record was 82, and her actual combat record was 26.

It's not that Leng Sa is really so much worse than Fu Fengcheng, but that although Fox's Nest was an action team in his previous life, it was not a special force or a field army after all, and there were very few opportunities to participate in large-scale exercises or actual combat with large armies.

Especially in terms of actual combat, how can there be large-scale wars in the world?

The only time the record was broken this time was by assisting peacekeeping while performing missions abroad.

Most of the normal tasks are fixed-point clearing, long-range sniping and so on. If the intensity is really high, you have to ask the military for support.

After all, only five of them in a group are good at small-scale battles. Also deduct the white fox who can't fight very much and the blue fox who can sometimes fight and sometimes can't. You can't expect a few of them to fight hundreds of people, right?

"Very powerful." Fu Fengcheng said.

Young Master Fu meant this from the bottom of his heart. Leng Sa and Xu Shaoming entered the arena halfway, and the elites left behind. It can be said that they can still have such a record like this.

Leng Sa also felt very satisfied, she tilted her head slightly and said with a smile, "I didn't feel enough in the first time, and I will be better in the future." bright.

"..." Zhou Yan, who was pretending to be passing by, almost sprained his feet when he heard this.

In fact... there is no need, the eldest young lady is already very powerful.

Leng Sa clapped her hands and got up and went to the river to wash her face. Now it is midsummer that most of the water in the river valley has dried up, exposing a wide river beach.

Sitting in a wheelchair, Fu Fengcheng watched her squatting by the river washing her face seriously, a faint smile appeared on her stern face.

Leng Sa took a handful of the slightly cool river water, and suddenly noticed a gaze fixed on her.

In fact, quite a few stared at her, all with a bit of curiosity and shock, and of course some angry and unwilling.

But this gaze was exceptionally different, Leng Sa raised her eyebrows slightly and turned her head to see Fu Yucheng in the crowd without any surprise.

Even when it was already dark, Fu Yucheng was easily recognized among a group of soldiers.

It's not because he's outstanding, but because of the feeling of being out of place, it's hard not to notice him.

Apparently Fu Yucheng didn't integrate well in the 11th Battalion.

Fu Yucheng didn't expect that Leng Sa would notice his gaze, so Leng Sa stared at her for a while, and then he lowered his head uncomfortably and stopped looking at her.

Leng Sa didn't care, she chuckled and turned her head to continue washing her face.

When Leng Sa finished washing his face and walked back to Fu Fengcheng, Mao Chunsheng had already trotted over to invite the two of them to eat.

There were several huge fires burning in the entire river valley, and the high-level generals occupied one, and the rest belonged to the soldiers of the 11th Battalion.

General Lu watched the two come over and said with a smile, "Young Master, Young Madam, come and see how skilled our Ninth Brigade cooks are?"

You don't need to be too particular about it outside. There are all kinds of food on a marching table next to the fire, and they are not exquisite, but they are all big and full.

The roasted whole lamb beside the fire is sizzling with oil, and the aroma is tangy.

Leng Sa was indeed a little hungry, they only ate dry food at noon, although they grabbed some dry food in the afternoon, but Leng Sa was excited and didn't have much time to eat, so naturally he would not be polite when he saw something to eat.

Seeing her eating meat without restraint, several generals also started to move.

Some people gave Fu Fengcheng a thumbs up when Leng Sa turned around and didn't see it: Young Madam, you are grand!

After all the people had eaten the delicious meat, the atmosphere gradually turned up.

Hearing the loud laughter of the soldiers next to him, the generals here also relaxed a bit.

Mao Chunsheng sat on Zhou Yan's hesitation and turned his head to look at the other side. Seeing this, Zhou Yan asked puzzledly, "What are you looking at?"

Mao Chunsheng lowered his voice and said, "Old Zhou, do you have to call Fourth Young Master?"

After all, he is the young master of the Fu family, so it doesn't seem very good to sit with a group of soldiers.

Mao Chunsheng was a civil servant after all, so he couldn't help thinking more. Zhou Yan no longer had such worries, and waved his hands and said, "No need, otherwise the young and old would have already spoken."

Mao Chunsheng couldn't help but give him a blank look. How could there be an awkward relationship between the eldest and fourth young masters? Besides, maybe you forgot?

Zhou Yan said: "You scholars just think too much. What do you make those soldiers think when you call him over now? I don't know how to get along with him anymore." Do you think he is a colleague or a young master?

Mao Chunsheng looked at Fu Fengcheng who was talking to General Lu over there, and nodded, "You are right."

"Young Madam's marksmanship is good, isn't it?" General Lu and Fu Fengcheng didn't ignore Leng Sa when they spoke, and said to Leng Sa with a smile, "I saw Zhou Yan's record just now, but we were shocked. I really didn't expect that, Young Madam Going out to a famous family is a woman who does not give in to a man, so I offer a toast to my wife!"

The army is not allowed to drink alcohol except on holidays. Although the rules of senior generals are not so strict, they still have to lead by example in front of everyone in the 11th Battalion.

So what they drank was actually the sour plum soup bought from the town to relieve summer heat and greasy.

Leng Sa also raised his cup with a smile, "It's me who respects General Lu, please."

General Lu laughed loudly and gulped it down, "General Yao said that the young lady is grand, and she really lives up to her reputation. It's a pity that Lu has official duties on the day of the wedding between the young lady and the young lady, otherwise he would have to talk to the young lady and the young lady. Have a drink, ma'am."

Leng Sa smiled at Fu Fengcheng and said: "There must be a chance in the future, we must treat General Lu to drink more."

"You are very lucky." General Lu gave Fu Fengcheng a thumbs up and praised.

Fu Fengcheng had a gentle face, glanced at Leng Sa and nodded slightly, "General Lu is right."

Seeing this, General Lu was also a little surprised. He has also experienced the temper of this young lady. It seems that the relationship with the young lady is indeed quite good, otherwise it would not be the case.

Seeing that Leng Sa and General Lu were chatting happily, the other generals lost their scruples and started to talk.

After all, the young master is notorious for keeping his mouth shut if he can't speak. If there is nothing serious to do when sitting with him, there will only be embarrassment and loneliness.

Now there is a young lady, the young lady is still a master, she can still talk, and there are topics to talk about, it is really great.

It would be best for the young master to bring his wife with him to all such occasions in the future, so they don't have to worry about what to do if they can't talk to the young master.

Everyone here was chatting, Zhou Yan suddenly stood up and walked towards this side, "Travel seat, young master, young lady."

General Lu looked at Zhou Yan with a smile, "Xiao Zhou, what's the matter?"

Zhou Yan said: "Isn't it true that many brothers in the camp have heard of the greatness of the Young Madam, and regretted not being able to learn it? The brothers are going to play a trick for fun. I don't know if the Young Madam is interested?"

General Lu raised his eyebrows, "I don't believe it's just that, to be honest."

Zhou Yan sighed, "Our battalion said... If the elite marksmanship of the eleventh battalion can't match even a girl, we will be killed when we go back."

A general next to him couldn't help laughing, "I heard that Xiao Jiang is sick, isn't he? Why are you still worrying about these things?"

"..." Zhou Yan was speechless. Although they hadn't returned yet, the news that the Eleventh Battalion was massacred by a woman during training in the afternoon had already flowed back to the entire Mushan Battalion as if they had grown wings. It is conceivable that the entire Eleventh Battalion will become a joke of the Ninth Brigade tomorrow morning.

And their camper, who was still sick on the bed, was shocked to hear the bad news, and sat up in shock as if he was dying of illness... If it weren't for the fact that he couldn't go out, he might have killed him.

Sitting on the side, Leng Sa couldn't help but raised her hand and rubbed the tip of her nose, feeling a little embarrassed.

She hurt the entire Eleventh Battalion for a moment, this is really a bit...

Fu Fengcheng looked at her, reached out and patted the back of her hand as if to comfort her, "On the battlefield, the winner is king, so don't think too much."

If the eleventh battalion loses, they lose. Even if they are unlucky, those who are unlucky on the battlefield will die.

Although Leng Sa is still a little guilty, after all, she really took advantage of others. But on the face, he didn't feel weak at all, "Understood, friendship comes second, competition comes first."

"How? Madam, do you want to play?" General Lu asked Leng Sa with a smile.

Leng Sa talked to Fu Fengcheng but didn't miss Zhou Yan's words over there. He looked up at Fu Fengcheng, and Fu Fengcheng nodded slightly to signal her to be free.

"No problem, the brothers of the eleventh battalion have this kind of elegance, so they should accompany them."

Seeing her promise, Zhou Yan became even happier, and was eager to try.

In the afternoon, he had heard that this young lady had amazing marksmanship, but he himself was also a sharpshooter, how could he not be excited when he met a master?

It would be best if we could get back a city.

Seeing Zhou Yan turn around to prepare, Leng Sa turned her head to look at Fu Fengcheng and asked in a low voice, "Do you want to be merciful?" After all, it is someone else's territory, so it would be bad to be too arrogant.

Fu Fengcheng glanced at her, "Zhou Yan is one of the best sharpshooters in the Ninth Brigade."

"Understood!" Leng Sa nodded.

Two words, cut him!