If you want to kill me, you have to shed some blood no matter what."

"OK!

Boy, you have a lot of energy.

We just killed a French company. It was you who killed the captain and company commander. You did a good job.

I think it won't be long before the French attack again.

You have to take it easy, the enemy officers and mortars are all up to you."

The old monkey took out a box of cigarettes and handed one to Ding San.

Ding San took the cigarette, lit a match for the old monkey, and then lit it for himself.

"How far can this thing of yours hit?" The old monkey took a puff of cigarette and picked up the insole again, which was steaming white.

"Theoretically it can hit a thousand meters, but in fact it's very difficult to hit anyone at eight or nine hundred meters."

"How much can you hit!"

"Generally, 800 meters is no problem, and the line of sight is even 900 meters."

"Yeah! That's right." The old monkey put on his socks and stuffed the insoles into his marine boots.
Chapter completed!