A fixed death

Three days later, in a bright and spacious office on the third floor of the Wei Yu brigade headquarters.

Jiang Xiao sat on the sofa and looked at Fu hei, who was sulking and speaking fiercely.

In front of Fu hei was a huge desk.

Behind the desk, second last was sitting on the chair and resting her long legs on the desk. She was staring at the tall trees outside the window, completely ignoring black.

"Brigade commander! Brigade commander?" Although Fu hei's words weren't the respectful kind, he stood straight, which was quite a strange scene.

As a spectator, Jiang Xiao sat on the sofa and happened to be able to see Zhang Wenqing and Xiao Ye, who were standing outside.

In the past three days, the tail feathers Regiment had gone through a series of adjustments. It could be said that the personnel establishment of each Regiment and team had been initially decided.