Wu Fei just lay on the ground and was kicked by Xiaole, which made him very depressed. He sat up and murmured: "Xiaotong can lie down, I will take a break and kick someone."

After Xiaole finished kicking Wu Fei, he walked to Xiaotong again, and he kicked it, but Xiaotong was really exhausted. After lying down for a while, he fell asleep. This kick did not wake him up.

Wu Fei thought Xiaole would kick a few more times until he woke Xiaotong up, but he miscalculated. Xiaole did not do so. Instead, he squatted down, pulled Xiaotong's upper body, and scratched his waist, finally awakening him.

Unable to see Xiaotong being kicked, Wu Feiyi was unhappy and added a few firewood to the fire. He was about to find something to eat in the dry food bag, but he saw Xiaole Xiaotong walking deep into the forest behind him.

Uncle Guo didn't come back and they were leaving again. Although Wu Fei was not afraid, he still shouted and asked, "What are you doing?"

“Go to the cottage!”

Xiao Tongtou didn't even throw a word back.

"Wait for me, I'll go too."

While speaking, Wu Fei stood up quickly.

"Find a place by yourself, don't follow us. If you dare to follow us, we will break your legs." Xiaotong immediately stopped when she heard that he was going to follow us, turned around and pointed and threatened Wu Fei.

"Don't you just go to a cottage? It seems that anyone wants to follow me." Wu Fei muttered. He said this. Naturally, he would not follow me with shamelessness. He chose a place in the opposite direction and went to a large size. After pulling it, he found that he had no straw paper. This was embarrassing. He wanted to ask Xiaoxiang to send it, but when he thought of his fierce attitude just now, he gave up the idea and pulled a few pieces of dry bark and leaves, which could have been considered as rubbing it.

When he returned to the fire, Uncle Guo had already returned, but Xiaole and Xiaotong did not see anyone. Wu Fei was worried that they had taken the wrong path and was about to look for them in the direction they left, but Uncle Guo called him: "You don't have to worry about them, there is no accident with Xiaole."

Uncle Guo spoke, but Wu Fei naturally would not go again. He imitated him and found a stick that was neither thick nor thin, and skewed two steamed buns, and put them on the fire and roasted them.

"When did you find yourself sensitive to guns?"

Uncle Guo turned the steamed buns on the branch and asked casually. Seeing that Wu Fei couldn't understand what he meant, he added: "It's just that he found that he could control the gun skillfully."

"When I was in the provincial capital!" Wu Fei replied. After Uncle Guo asked this, Sister Ping's shadow appeared in his mind again. The flame of extreme hatred for the Japanese began to burn, and the desire for revenge was also emitted.

"Didn't you say you haven't fired a gun before?" Uncle Guo glanced at him, as if he was surprised by his answer.

"My sister has a short gun, which I have seen and gotten.”

Uncle Guo knew what Wu Fei meant. He had seen it and got it, but he had never opened it.

"Since you haven't fired a gun at that time, how do you know that you can control the gun skillfully?"

"I saw my sister when she dismantled the gun, and she didn't avoid me when she assembled the gun. At that time, I discovered that I could clearly remember every step of dismantling the gun and loading the gun." Wu Fei did not tell Uncle Guo about the feeling of getting the gun for the first time. It was not that he wanted to hide something, but that he thought the things he took out from the dung bucket were dirty, even though it was a gun.

"Like you saw Xiaole shooting today, and then remember it, and be able to learn it now and use it now?"

Uncle Guo’s steamed bun was already golden. He took off a steamed bun while venting.

Wu Fei did not answer this time, just nodded. He couldn't figure out the purpose of Uncle Guo's question, nor did he know whether his question had anything to do with his gloomy face all the way.

"What's wrong? I don't want to answer me?" Uncle Guo looked up at him and then turned his eyes to the roasted golden steamed bun in his hand.

"No." Wu Fei quickly replied: "You said that I'm not yet learning guns, but I..." Wu Fei lowered his head and was a little afraid to look at Uncle Guo. He actually knew that Uncle Guo's emotions were not caused by this reason, but he could not rule it out, so he didn't say the complete words.

"Your sister died in the hands of RB people, right?" The branch on Uncle Guo's hand opened the steamed buns that Wu Fei had roasted on the fire.

Wu Fei couldn't answer this question. He did not see Sister Ping's body with his own eyes. Whether she sacrificed or lived was still unknown. But from the feeling, Wu Fei thought that she was in danger. After all, the cruelty of the Japanese was there. Not to mention that Sister Ping was a trouble for them, even if her outstanding appearance fell into the hands of the Japanese, they would probably be doomed.

"Your steamed bun is battered, you can eat it by tearing off the skin." Uncle Guo did not continue to ask Wu Fei about his sister, but reminded him that the steamed buns had been baked.

"Xiao Le once begged me to teach you."

Wu Fei was concentrating on peeling off the baked portion of the steamed buns. Suddenly, he heard Uncle Guo say this. He stopped his hand and let the hot steamed buns burn his hands and looked at Uncle Guo tightly.

"Are you surprised? Xiaole was originally very opposed to your learning of guns because he thought that you were blinded by hatred and teaching you would only kill you."

Uncle Guo also raised his head, and the gloomy and astonishing green on his face was replaced by a faint smile.

"I know, before you brought me back from the Third Head Office, he opposed me learning guns." Wu Fei recalled that at that time, it was precisely because of Xiaole's refusal and objection that he was ill and went to mingle with the Third Head Office and the bandits in Ermashan.

"Xiaole is a good child and a miserable child. If I ask you to protect him well in the future, can you do it?"

Uncle Guo did not say why Xiaole changed his mind, and persuaded him to teach Wu Fei himself, but instead said such an inexplicable sentence.

"Is I protect Xiaole?" Wu Fei would of course be surprised. With Xiaole's skills, how could he use him as a rookie to protect it? It would be considered good if he didn't let others protect it.

"Well, can you promise me to use everything I have to protect him? Including..." Uncle Guo's smile was restrained and his expression was very serious. He paused for a moment and continued, "Including your life."

Although he didn't understand why Uncle Guo suddenly spoke like this, seeing his serious appearance, Wu Fei was also serious. He suddenly stood up and said, "If there is really a day when Xiaole needs me to protect him, I will spare my life to protect his safety."

Wu Fei's words came from his heart. Not to mention that this was Uncle Guo's advice, just relying on his grace to rescue him and his and Xiaotong's care for him, Wu Fei will do his best to repay him.

"Then will you protect me like you protect Xiaole?" The voice was from Xiaotong. He and Xiaole had approached at some point, and obviously heard the conversation between Wu Fei and Uncle Guo.

"Of course, we are our own people." Wu Fei responded, and he turned to look at Xiaole and Xiaotong who were slowly walking, and his eyes were aimed at them.
Chapter completed!