Although he felt distressed, Song Bingwen knew clearly.
Those guys like Lin Guilong would definitely be more useful if they were under Qin Fan's hands than if they were in his hands.
Thinking of this, Song Bingwen felt a little relieved.
Suddenly Song Bingwen looked at everyone. He actually had nothing to say. He just said a few words casually, and then talked about tomorrow's drills and so on.
After saying that, they dispersed.
After the disbandment, Li Shi and others approached Qin Fan and asked Qin Fan with a smile, how were they doing?
In fact, they all wanted Qin Fan to praise them, but Qin Fan just nodded and smiled and said it was okay, and then sent them to rest.
This made everyone feel depressed.
After returning to his residence, Qin Fan had just sat down and drank a cup of tea when Yan Liner opened the door and walked in.
"Where are my things?" Yan Lin'er walked in and asked directly.
When Qin Fan heard that he knew that what this girl wanted was a hood, he immediately chuckled and said, "So many men have taken that thing, do you still want it?"
"I"... Yan Lin'er blushed, rolled her eyes at Qin Fan and said, "I bought that thing for a thousand bucks, it can still be used after washing it."
Qin Fan made a sound, put down his tea cup, and glanced at Yan Lin'er's collar.
Qin Fan then said speechlessly: "You are really as good as the golden steamed buns. Buying that thing costs thousands of dollars?"
He remembered that women in the village used to buy a hood for only twenty or thirty yuan, but Yan Lin'er bought these for a thousand yuan, which was really expensive.
Yan Lin'er's face turned redder, and she glared at Qin Fan.
To be honest, Yan Lin'er wanted to beat this guy up, and suddenly Yan Lin'er said angrily: "I bought that thing for ten thousand yuan, you care about me."
Qin Fan shook his head with a chuckle and said, "I definitely can't control you, but those guys have already taken that thing."
After a pause, Qin Fan stared at the other person's collar again and said with a smile: "Well, we are going to use this thing. After the drill is over in the next two days, I will buy one for you."
When Qin Fan said he wanted to buy a new one, Yan Liner turned her eyes and nodded, saying, "Okay, then you can buy one when the time comes."
Immediately Yan Lin'er turned away with a blushing face.
Early the next morning.
The exercise begins.
Before taking action, Qin Fan had already explained the battle plan to Li Shi and others.
In fact, he didn't have much to say when fighting in the jungle. Guys like Li Shi understood it, and they also knew what to do.
So Qin Fan stayed in the room and didn't even look. He kept sitting cross-legged on Simmons and meditating.
Ever since Qin Fan reached the fourth level of Qi Refining last time, his cultivation has been stagnant.
What comforted him a little was that he had made some progress through long-term meditation practice and had condensed some spiritual energy.
He always felt that there was some hidden movement in his Dantian, as if he was on the verge of a breakthrough in his cultivation.
So these days, whenever Qin Fan has nothing to do, he silently recites the Shangqingxin Dharma, meditates and breathes in.
A few hours later.
Qin Fan opened his eyes and got out of bed, walked to the window and turned on the perspective to take a look at the forest.
All I saw was silence, no different from usual.
Looking at all this, Qin Fan shook his head and smiled. The quieter it was, the greater the success he knew Li Shi and the others would have.
Then Qin Fan took a shower, then turned on his cell phone and listened to music, then he bent down at the table and studied the mountains and terrain of China.
As for Yan Lin'er, she came over early in the morning to watch the exercise with Qin Fan.
However, Qin Fan waved his hand and refused, so Yan Liner finally went to Song Bingwen's place in anger to watch the fun.
It's dark.
Li Shi and the others did not come back, and the exercise continued.
Qin Fan had nothing to worry about.
Until the afternoon of the next day.
Qin Fan was studying the terrain and talked on the phone with archeology professor Fang Gu about the recent archaeological discoveries.
At this time, he was about to hang up the phone, but there was a commotion downstairs. Qin Fan hung up the phone and opened the door, only to find Song Bingwen and Yan Lin'er coming upstairs.
"Is the exercise over?" Qin Fan asked with a smile.
Seeing Song Bingwen's embarrassed nod, Qin Fan then asked, "What was the result?"
"This"...Song Bingwen seemed a little embarrassed.
However, Yan Lin'er's eyes sparkled and she said with a smile: "Xiao Fan, Li Shi and the others won. Unexpectedly, they came all over the place and attacked the base camp, killing the other party's boss."
Qin Fan chuckled, then waved his hand to let a few people in.
"Brother, so this is your battle plan?" Song Bingwen asked.
Qin Fan poured a few cups of tea and put them on the table. He nodded and said frankly: "That's right. Capture the thief first. Capture the king first. As long as the base camp is eliminated, these people will naturally be defeated."
Song Bingwen exclaimed, patted his forehead, and suddenly realized: "I should have thought of it before, but I didn't expect that those guys took advantage of it. Brother, I think you can fight even though you are sick."
Qin Fan chuckled and waved his hand to drink tea. He glanced at the window and said: "Soldiers are also deceitful. In fact, our ancestors' combat tactics are very good, but..."
"But what's wrong?" Yan Lin'er asked with a smile while blinking her beautiful eyes.
Qin Fan waved his hand and said: "Actually, the army is quite good, but everyone may have their own preferences. I'm not very interested in this military layout thing, so I'm not good at leading troops to fight."
What he said is true. Some people are born to like military camps, and so does he. But compared to this, Qin Fan prefers an unfettered life.
Moreover, he has a special liking for Qi Men Dun Jia, Five Elements Bagua and cultivation.
And to be honest, the methods he used were all wild. People in Song Bingwen and other troops were academically styled, so they might not be able to use them.
Song Bingwen and others agreed upon hearing this. After all, Song Bingwen knew in his heart that Qin Fan would not accept this task unless it was absolutely necessary.
Moreover, in the Zhejiang prison, Yan Lin'er also took action to get Qin Fan to agree.
Suddenly Song Bingwen waved his hand to interrupt and said with a smile: "It's okay, brother, it's up to you. If you want to lead troops or something, I will give you troops. If you want to do it yourself, you can."
Qin Fan nodded and tapped the table rhythmically with his fingers. Qin Fan then said: "I don't want the others. Li Shi, Lin Guilong and others are enough."
He has always felt that the key to having more soldiers is not more about having more soldiers, but more about being more skilled. Qin Fan planned to train them severely before they carried out their mission.
Several people chatted for a while.
soon.
Li Shi and the others also came back. This time, Li Shi and Zou Fei were injured to varying degrees.
However, the problem was not serious, so Qin Fan directly asked Yan Lin'er to treat it.
After bandaging the wound, Qin Fan said to Li Shi and the others: "I'll give you two days off. Go back and have a good rest. I'll run a ten-kilometer cross-country run the day after tomorrow."