I looked at the chanshe with some doubts. Even if I knew that I was going to leave, he would not react so much, right?

he seemed to know that he was too nervous. Turning around, he found that many soldiers around him were looking this way. It was always strange for two big men to talk, especially in the barracks. He let go of me and said, "since the third brother has decided to go, it's not easy to say anything for him. But big brother may lose a strong arm when he goes back. " I look at him in disbelief. What is he talking about?

he went...