"Man Niu retreats. I'll be a sharp point in the next round."

Gong Jian stood in the middle of the corridor, looking across at the dark enemy troop, slowly saying this sentence.

Manniu shouted, "Captain, I'm all right."

"I don't care if you're okay, that's my order!"

Gong Jian, as the captain, had always been democratic.

But in this case, go to special democracy. Lao Tzu is dictatorship. Who dares not obey orders and kick out of the ranks with one foot?

Manniu opened his mouth and dared not speak any more.

He didn't confess.

But he also knows clearly that the pain in his arms makes it difficult for...