Meng Shaoyuan muttered and returned to his position: "Butler Qiu turns out to be a sharpshooter."

Butler Qiu put away the gun: "I don't dare to be a sharpshooter, but if the Japanese dare to trouble my wife, they must leave a few heads before leaving."

"This doesn't make sense. If his head is gone, then he is dead." Meng Shaoyuan seemed to have decided to confront Butler Qiu: "Steward Qiu, it would be great if everyone in the Nationalist Government's army were as sharpshooters as you."

Butler Qiu gave a rare proud smile: "What is there to fear about little Japan?"

"It's a pity that there aren't that many sharpshooters in the army. If you, Butler Qiu, become a company commander in the army, I'm afraid you won't survive even a day."

Meng Shaoyuan's words made Butler Qiu change his face. Meng Shaoyuan just pretended that he couldn't see it and said slowly:

"Steward Qiu, fighting is not a matter of one person. I also have sharpshooters, but how many people can be killed on the battlefield? The myth that one person is better than thousands of troops has long passed. Nowadays, wars are fought by airplanes.

Artillery is an aircraft carrier and a group army's battle.

Most of our soldiers are very brave and are not afraid of death. They shed blood on the battlefield for the country and die. But in fighting, courage is essential, but courage is not the only thing. We must work together, fight together, and trade lives for time.

, go change spaces. Butler Qiu, you have lived a comfortable life for too long, and you cannot imagine what a real battlefield is like.

Within a hundred steps, there are no misses, I admit it. But can you bear the smell of blood on the battlefield, seeing brains flying out, and broken limbs and arms everywhere? When the Japanese were under the cover of aircraft and artillery,

When you are roaring and charging, can your gun-aiming hand still be so stable? You are not a soldier."

Butler Qiu stared at Meng Shaoyuan angrily.

It's not that he has never killed anyone. Back then, he killed four bandits with his own hands. Wasn't it a corpse lying five steps away? What's the difference between killing a Japanese and killing a bandit?

"Shao Yuan, I'm starting to worry about you now." Cai Xuefei frowned: "Why should I listen to what you said? Did you come to Shanghai to die this time?"

"I? Want to die?"

Meng Shaoyuan's eyes widened: "I am living well, why do I want to die? I, Meng Shaoyuan, have a big head, but I don't want to stay in Shanghai. There will be many places where I can use it in the future."

He is not afraid of death.
Chapter completed!