The first thing Xiao Ran did when he woke up was touch the wound on his forehead.
Good news: still alive.
Bad news: What should I do if I am on the front line and may become homeless?
So on the first day, she found a job for herself. Because this place is safe - after all, her idea is that "there is output only when you are alive."
As a result, she was enjoying herself at the base, but she heard something screaming in her head: "Missile! It's going to explode!"
Xiao Ran: "...?"
She looked at the big missile in the void, the big clock counting down... And was silent for three seconds.
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From a certain day on, not only did the rescue team have a kind-hearted little bandage expert, but the enemy ammunition depot also had a walking humanoid silencer.
Xiao Ran goes around touching tanks and shooting missiles under the hail of bullets every day, specializing in treating various dissatisfactions. His main treatment areas include but are not limited to: delaying the flowering of artillery shells collectively, and making live performances of landmines shut down.
The enemy commander looked at the battle report and scratched his head: "Where did my shells go?!"
Xiao Ran squatted in the corner, chewing compressed biscuits and holding down the cannonball that was about to move next to him, hiding his merit and fame.
——I am just a passing pacifist, and by the way, I have provided comprehensive psychological counseling to the ironheads.
Intention: Being lazy is not eternal ease, but struggle is eternal peace!