Don’t Mess with the War Goddess

Obviously, her plan failed!

With anger flashing in his eyes, Ye Youyin glanced at An Xia secretly, his eyes were like poisonous needles on the tail of a wasp.

Sharp and venomous.

"Are you okay." The male fighter did not expect Ye Youyin's calculations. He stabilized her and cared about whether she twisted her ankle. "Did she twist her ankle?"

"The Gobi Desert is full of gravel and gravel. It is easy to get to your feet. You have to pay attention."

Ye Youyin has released his grip on the anti-sandbag. The plan fails and he must immediately stop.

Stand still, with a look of apologetic expression: "I'm sorry, I'm a little impatient, I didn't pay attention to my feet, thank you."

"What's the polite thing, it should be." The male fighter smiled honestly, and still didn't realize that if it hadn't been for An Xia to grab the sandbag first, he would regret it now.

An Xia grasped the sandbag firmly and glanced at Ye Youyin coldly.

Cold and sharp, you can see people's hearts at a glance.

Ye Youyin's face was slightly stiff, Chao An Xia smiled and nodded, reminding the male fighters, "You guys are faster, the car is driving far."

After speaking, just run away.

Ye Youyin dared not talk to An Xia.

At that glance, there was an illusion that An Xia had seen his plan through.

After running a few steps, she turned her head, looked at An Xia with gloomy eyes, and the corners of her mouth curled into a straight line.

An Xia, must be eliminated.

Except for her, she will definitely become the biggest threat to her marrying Mu Sishao.

Over there, the male fighters were worried that they would not be able to catch up with the car, so they ran together, and said to An Xia, "Change while running! Can't catch up with the car,"

An Xia thinks so too.

Passed the anti-sandbag to the male fighter, and soon she got a fixing pin, but one short of it!

"It's one missing? Damn! Too bad! To play this trick! You have to find a different place if you are missing a piece!" The male fighter heard that An Xia lacked two fixed pins, and couldn't help but vomit.

An Xia had already thought about it. There was no accident. After receiving the fixing pin, she asked the male fighter, "What's wrong with you? I'll ask for you later."

"Piston, piston spring! Two small pieces! Damn, too fucking! Too fucking!"

The two small pieces must have been divided into two places, and An Xia helped the fighter find them together.

At this moment, ten vehicles, a total of 100 combatants, all jumped out of the car. A group of people was like a herd of bison coming out of the mountain, talking loudly, asking questions, and chasing the dusty truck in front of them.

"Cough cough cough... this, this, take it!"

"Thank you brother! What's wrong with you! I asked!"

"Okay, thank you!"

Eating the dust, all the combatants help each other and strive to find the parts in the shortest time.

"Who has the piston spring? Who has the fixing pin!"

"Who has a firing pin!"

"Who has the cleaning rod!"

...

There are endless roars.

Three minutes later, Anxia took another fixed pin from the eight-car fighter.

Instead of chasing the car immediately, she was still looking for a piston spring for the soldier.

Find the fighter of the tenth car, finally got it!

After five minutes, all the fighters had basically found the parts they needed.

A new problem has appeared again!

How to deal with the extra parts that are not part of the Type 9 rifle?

After listening to it in a circle, it seems that it can form a K-series rifle.

Who will assemble?

It takes time to assemble this thing.

An Xia simply received the K-series rifle parts into his backpack, "Give it to me, my gun speed is OK. It's still early, so there should be no problem."

"Don't hesitate! Give it to me!"