"No! That's absolutely not what I meant!" the battalion commander waved his hands frantically, "You helped us and accomplished a great feat, we originally wanted to cover this up for you! But the thing is, we can't keep it a secret!"
After saying this, he pointed at Wang Jiu, who was lying on the ground.
"What? Is there something special about him?" Zhao Dong didn't understand at first.
"It's not that he's special! It's that the wound on his head is special! None of us could have made a shot right between the eyebrows like this! The higher-ups aren't fools, they will definitely ask questions!" the battalion commander said with a bitter smile.
"You just say you made the shot. That's final. It's getting late, we should leave," Qin Jian said, taking off his coat and draping it over Lin Qiushu, who was shivering next to him.
Then, he turned to leave.
"Lieutenant Colonel, you must be joking," the battalion commander said.
"I'm not. Just say that!"
