Blood Fox and I were sitting in a car, at this time biting teeth, some restless.

"Grandma is a bear, how can it take so long to push in, what are you afraid of?" He was verbose, but he was stared at by some of the other commanders.

"Easy to say, don't you think about casualties?"

The bloody fox pouted his mouth as if he was too lazy to listen to the commanders. At this moment, he looked at me and rubbed his hands and said, "Mr. Yang, I want to go out and do my best. It's really painful to see so!"

I looked at him and said in...