Chapter 1798: This Is the Real Soldier

The wind in the cliff blew and "whined", Ye Jian, who was crawling all over, did not hear the sound of talking in the carriage, and moved little by little, everyone's, only the left and right sides had detector lights shining on her figure, and every time she crawled, a trace of trilling in the carriage made everyone standing tense their heartstrings.

"Climb slowly, focus on diffusion, and be sure to stabilize." The Tibetan soldiers occasionally reminded him that he was naturally afraid that the carriage would be unbalanced, and when the time came, he would fall all the living people off the cliff together.

Ye Jian nodded very lightly, took another deep breath, and moved towards the edge of the carriage little by little.

The axles of the carriage made a "creaking" sound, even if the sound was very soft, but it fell into the ears very clearly, and even the heartbeat of listening to such a sound would be panicked for several beats.

"I don't dare to look at it." After Liu Yuan, who raised his hand and half-covered it, said in a trembling voice, he turned his back to the car, and covered his ears, for fear of hearing a bad sound.

Wei Jiayue stood for a while, seeing that the female soldier who was stronger than them and who was worried about the male soldiers present was close to the edge of the carriage, she pursed the corners of her mouth and turned around silently.

"I've moved to the very edge, and half of my head is poking out of the carriage." As she spoke softly, she heard Liu Yuan gasp violently, shocked by the courage of the female soldier.

Such a female soldier who is not afraid of sacrifice, they are the first time to see it.

The cold stars in the sky are dotted, and the north wind is whistling along the road, blowing from the mountains that have stood for I don't know how many years, like thousands of soldiers and horses crossing the border, blowing to the hearts of those who walk with a faint trembling.

The snow night march on the plateau is a common thing for the members of the Snow Brigade, and every year they will have a snow moon march training, starting at dawn on the first day and going until dawn on the second day, only taking a short rest and then setting off again.

This time it was calculated, and the patrol plane also sent them to the Kuda military station, and the military station learned that they were also rescuers, so they were so happy that they immediately transferred another truck up, and after waiting for three hours, they finally jumped into the truck directly, and they didn't need a car guide, and Xia Jinyuan personally drove directly to Mazadasaka.

"At this speed, only our Q King dares to drive out, and only we dare to sit!" Han Zheng, who was bumped to the point that he was sitting on a spring, shook his head and spoke, maintaining an inexplicable smile throughout the whole process to communicate with his comrades.

G3 glanced at him several times, and every time he wanted to ask him what he was laughing at, he needed to laugh until he was so happy, but every time he looked at the Z7, he was waiting for you to ask, and he endured it very patiently.

The inexplicable smile on Z7's face was only started when King Q knew the names of the specific names of the art troupe, so the reason for his unsucking laugh was this list.

Could it be that there are female soldiers he likes in the art troupe? So laughed all the way?

It's a possibility!

In this way, G3 simply didn't ask, he was the only one in the car to confirm the relationship, the girlfriend who plans to get married next year, and the rest are bachelors. King Q didn't choose to get married, and if there was a comrade-in-arms who had a partner, he wouldn't have picked it up, but because he was not bad at driving, he chose it.

Han Zheng couldn't hold back his laughter alone, and hummed a song in his mouth, the more he looked at it, the more he felt like he was going to meet his beloved girl.

G3 touched V8's shoulder, raised his chin towards Han Zheng opposite, and said in a low voice: "I'm afraid that there are acquaintances he knows in the art troupe, and the smile on his face has never stopped." ”