More than half a month after coming to the battlefield, Chen Haoqing was defeated.

Defeated by his self righteousness, all soldiers will move forward bravely like him.

In the face of the enemy, he will not reserve his intention to kill.

He was so wrong that he lost.

He had won the war steadily, but he was defeated because of his self righteousness.

He shouldn't have left the last back road to an unfamiliar team.

The people who followed him were close friends of the Chen family. They worked hard on the battlefield, but their own backup team lagged behind.

This is Chen Haoqing's first taste of sour, unwilling and angry.

Those people are for military pay and silver dollars. They won't put their lives in danger on the battlefield.

"Young master, have something to eat." his bodyguard came with rice.

Chen Haoqing sat at his desk and looked at the simple drawing, frowning.

Did you hear what the bodyguard said? He didn't raise his head. "Don't eat. Take it down."

Since the defeat, Chen Haoqing has been studying drawings and mixing what he has learned in Germany with the summary and review of this real battle.

When the bodyguard heard what he said, he stepped forward and put all the food on the table.

"Young master, please eat some. Brothers know you are sad, but it's not our fault. Brothers like you are also sad. They are still worried."

Chen Haoqing raised his head and showed his young but haggard face.

His lips were white and his face was very bad, which was caused by long-term malnutrition.

He really can't eat. As long as he thinks of his dead brothers and the hind legs pulled by those people, he can't swallow.

This battle made him see a lot of things clearly.

How many pests are there in the team? Even if they lag behind, they are still killing the people.

Which of the surrounding people did not encounter their looting.

He was just a small rank in the South and could not control the soldiers who did not belong to him.

This is the hand he can't stretch out, the boundary he can't cross.

Chen Haoqing closed his eyes and stretched out his hand to press the bridge of his nose.

"I see. I'll eat it. Go on."

After hearing what he said, the bodyguard went on at ease.

As long as the young master says to eat, he will certainly eat.

He still believes that.

The battle will start at any time. Everyone looks at the blow to the young master. They can't just fall back.

Chen Haoqing doesn't know, so he has a battle summary of studying knowledge and personal experience day and night.

Think more about how to get rid of those backward mouse shit.

Sitting on the stool, Chen Haoqing took the food left by the bodyguard to his eyes and ate it in his stomach without knowing the taste.

The war was tragic, but he also learned a lot.

The national X Party is too corrupt.

They have no ambition, no crisis forced by the enemy, and even think they live in the past stable days.

I came to the battlefield just to make money.

Even if I saw the corpse of my companion, although I was moved at the bottom of my heart, I left everything behind when I saw silver dollars later.

These people cannot exist on the battlefield. This is a harm to the country and irresponsible for all people's lives.

The more Chen Haoqing thought about it, the harder he put his hand on the dish.

No, he can't tolerate these people.

But his strength is too small. Even as a young commander, he has too much right to do.

"Young master! Young master... Coming..."

Hearing the excited voice of the returning bodyguard, Chen Haoqing looked up at the door.