"Bang!"

After the gunshot, the silver filament wrapped around her arm suddenly lost its strength, and the blood seemed to float into the snow wind, turning into bloody snowdrops and falling on her face.

Everything, as the body of the mercenary from the unknown country fell down, Ye Jian ended this one-person fight.

The iron smell of blood was stronger than before, Ye Jian gently closed his eyes, and took a long, deep breath.

When I rested, I felt a hot pain in my back, I was thrown to the ground just now, and my back rubbed the sharp rocky beach, I was afraid that I would hurt my flesh.

He took a deep breath and exhaled a long breath, as if he had exhaled all the blood that had drifted into his chest.

"Nothing, this is the path you choose, and it is the way you must go." She muttered softly, adjusted her breathing, and when she withdrew the silver wire and wrapped it around her wrist, her face was as calm as ever.

You are good and they are evil!

As Xia Jinyuan said, soldiers are the last line of defense of the motherland, and fighting for the country and the people is a great righteousness and goodness!

Ahead, the gunfire was particularly intense, Ye Jian rushed to the tent of Uncle Cizha's house, the sound of bullets was like rubbing his scalp, rushed to the tent and shouted "Yang Jin", and only entered the tent after hearing the answer inside.

Yang Jin heard the voice of a Han girl who had come to his house to spend the night, walked out of the shadows, and said quickly: "It's dangerous outside, where are you going?" ”

All you can understand is "Where are you going?" ”

"Be careful, hide it! I'm going out. Ye Jian whispered to Yang Jin, who was lying in a corner of the ground, in the Tibetan language he had only learned, and picked up the sniper rifle left in the tent and went to the high point of sniping.

With the gun mounted, keep your eyes close to the "night vision sight", adjust the distance, and search for targets in a green world.

A man in a Tibetan suit broke into view, zoomed in on the focus, and then slowly aimed at it, and as the other person retreated, he saw that the man in Tibetan clothes would cover his waist with his hand from time to time.

Xia Jinyuan said that one of the high-ranking mercenaries was injured, and at this time, the Tibetan she found not only did not enter the tent to hide, but had been looking for a hiding place outside, and his whereabouts were already very suspicious.

But you can't just think that the other party has a problem just by guessing, and you don't act immediately, turn off the red laser point, and just keep aiming at the other party with your sight.

Probably because the herdsmen were bold, no one ran out in a panic, no matter how loud the gunfire was outside.

In this area, they believe in soldiers in uniform, and in the eyes of the herdsmen, the soldiers who guard the frontier are their patron saints.

Numerous hatas are offered every year as a sign of their passion and respect.

It is this trust that makes them choose to stay in their tents and wait for the gunfire outside to pass.

And what the soldiers who fought for, they naturally fought for their motherland and the people they guarded.

Every bullet fired is a manifestation of their fearlessness, a heroic fight that is not afraid of death.

Ye Jian, who had not yet put on his military uniform, but had already put his place above the soldier and thought that he was a soldier in his heart, did not hesitate when he saw Han Zheng holding a gun and chasing in the hidden direction of the man in Tibetan clothes...... Bullets have been fired.