"The general has changed girlfriends again!?" Someone shouted recklessly.
As soon as the words fell, the number of whistles in the crowd increased.
Someone else was shouting, "Beauty! Little beauty! ..."
They were like a bunch of hooligans, but without malice, purely out of time spent too long in the army, where women were scarce, naturally looking for some early fun.
Especially since the morning training was completed, there was no pressure, making them even more uninhibited.
Seeing this, Zhan Beitang's face turned green, he spun around to glare at the soldiers, and pressed his voice down, saying, "I think you guys have a death wish, daring to flirt with the marshal's wife!?"
Emma Benson, who was getting into the car, didn't mind, knowing the soldiers were just joking, but after sitting in the driver's seat, hearing Zhan Beitang's words, she couldn't help but turn her head.
With that turned face, the crowd finally saw her clearly, and most of them recognized her.
