The strongest rocket soldier

Chapter 903
"I said Xiao Ding, your reaction is too aggressive. Also, why are you hitting so hard? Didn't I yell to stop? You are still stepping on me. Tell me, are you on purpose?"

The battalion commander who was in charge of the camp looked at Ding Xiaojun with an extremely displeased face, his gaze seemed to be eating people.

Ding Xiaojun was stunned for a moment, and said nervously: "Battle Commander, you told me to stop, but you didn't tell me to stop, didn't I, and I didn't move you, did I?"

The battalion commander glared at Ding Xiaojun: "You..."|
"Battalion Commander, you said that you are really, you are such an old man, you said that you are like a child, playing scary tricks, you should be glad that I am holding a toolbox, if I am holding a gun, Or a knife, then you can just..."

The battalion commander stared at Ding Xiaojun, covering his face with one hand, it hurt, his face really hurt.

Looking at the look of the battalion commander, it seemed that he was really injured. Ding Xiaojun put down the toolbox he was carrying, and then reached out to support the side face of the battalion commander.

"Battalion Commander, let me see how you are hurt."

The battalion commander who was in charge of the camp flicked his face, and blocked Ding Xiaojun's extended hand with his arm covering his side face.

Ding Xiaojun was taken aback again, the battalion commander in charge of the battalion must be angry, as for what, he didn't mean it.

The battalion commander seemed to have sensed Ding Xiaojun's expression, so he changed his tone to a relatively calm one, and said, "Let me sit down first."

Ding Xiaojun quickly put on a smiling face, helped the battalion commander in charge of the camp to the chair in front of the table, and said, "Yes, yes, it's because I didn't think carefully."

The battalion commander under the seat let go of his hand covering his face. Ding Xiaojun took a closer look and saw that the side face was much fatter than the other side.

"Battalion Commander, take a seat. I'll go get the medicine box." Ding Xiaojun, who had seen the battalion commander's injury, held back his smile and went to get the medicine box.

Seeing Ding Xiaojun's expression of wanting to laugh but not being able to laugh, the instructor of the camp management was a little dissatisfied and said, "Seeing that you want to laugh so much, is it possible that I am funny now?"

"No, I swear, this is really not there." Ding Xiaojun, who took the medicine box, made a very serious expression, which made the battalion manager and battalion commander a little suspicious. Did he see it wrong before?

Ding Xiaojun took out safflower oil, in fact, he only had safflower oil for this kind of trauma.

I poured some onto my hands, put my hands together, rubbed them together a few times, and then marked the battalion commander's face.

"Hiss! Take it easy, take it easy!" the battalion commander who had his face rubbed gritted his teeth, enduring the pain.

"Battalion Commander, bear with it. Now that you're in pain, you'll get better soon. You don't want your soldiers to see you being beaten in the face." Ding Xiaojun said while rubbing.

"What was hit, can you speak better? Is this beaten? It was accidentally bumped. Okay, I will do it myself. You don't think about other people's feelings at all. There is no one in your hand." It's not serious, don't disfigure my old face."

The battalion commander in charge of the battalion said, pushed away Ding Xiaojun's hand, then reached out to take the safflower oil on the side, poured a little on his hand, covered his face, and rubbed it together.

Ding Xiaojun took some paper, wiped his hands, and then sat down on his bed, rubbing his hands on the battalion commander who was in charge of his face, and asked: "Battlemaster, the lights are turned off here, why don't you come here?" I'm here, isn't it just to scare me?"

"Scare you, I really wanted to scare you, but the result, in exchange for such a result, isn't it?"

After the battalion commander finished speaking, he put down his hand, turned his face, and turned the injured half of his face to Ding Xiaojun, and asked Ding Xiaojun with his hand sideways, "Look, is the swelling serious?"

"This, no, it's not very serious... right?" Ding Xiaojun's words were not affirmative.

Hearing Ding Xiaojun's words, the battalion commander who was in charge of the camp was a little unhappy: "That means it's very swollen, isn't it?"

Ding Xiaojun dodged the gaze of the battalion commander who was in charge of the camp and looked directly at him: "How should I put it, this reminds me of a sentence."

The battalion commander who was in charge of the camp saw Ding Xiaojun's expression and knew that it must be something bad, but he still wanted to know what it was, so he said, "What are you talking about?"

"Slap a swollen face to pretend to be a fat man." Ding Xiaojun said smoothly.

The battalion commander who was in charge of the camp rushed towards Ding Xiaojun, waved his hand and slapped Ding Xiaojun on the head: "Swollen face, let you slap your face, see if I don't slap your face, it will be swollen."

Ding Xiaojun, who was overwhelmed by the battalion commander, didn't fight back with his fists this time. Of course, he didn't resist, but he replaced his method with a gentle one.

I saw that his hands were pulled together under the armpit of the battalion manager and battalion commander, arousing his itch.

"Stop! Haha, stop..." The battalion commander in charge of the camp turned his counterattack into a struggle. At this time, Ding Xiaojun, who discovered the weakness of the battalion commander in charge of the camp, became even more aggressive.

Seeing that Ding Xiaojun not only stopped fighting, but even more vigorously, the camp manager and battalion commander also used the same method to fight back against Ding Xiaojun. His hands, which were dodging originally, stopped hiding at all, and went towards Ding Xiaojun's armpits. .

It's not that Ding Xiaojun is not ticklish, it's just that he is more tolerant. It's just that in the current situation, it seems that there is no need to bear it. Two people who are irritating each other are twisting and trying to stimulate each other's itch. Two people, Just like that, he fell on a bed.

The guards at the gate kept the lights on in the duty room of the technical battalion. It was a surprise, but now it has been almost an hour past the time to turn off the lights.

The sentinel who found the light on told the other sentry about the situation, and the two felt that no matter what the situation was, it was better to go over and have a look. After all, there was only one person left in the technical battalion. If something happened, one person, It is also possible that the information cannot be sent.

After discussing with each other, the two decided to go over to see the situation. If it was because of some work that they were working overtime, then they should remind them to rest early. Work is important, and so is the body. You can put the work on a new day.

After discussing it, the sentry in charge of holding the gun stood right in front of the gate, and he stayed alone on duty, while his companion went over to see what was going on for a while. The reason for this arrangement was because the gun-wielding Checking the camp area will inevitably cause some unnecessary misunderstandings. On the other hand, the sentries are armed with guns, and they are not allowed to leave with guns unless there is an enemy situation.

As for the two people twisting together in the room, they didn't know that sentry soldiers were coming to check the situation. If they knew, the two of them might have returned to normal long ago.

(End of this chapter)