Listening to the voices of his relatives, Ye Jian's mood was as peaceful as the starry sky, "You also have to take care of your body, don't work too hard." I have troops to take care of, don't worry about your grandfather. ”

"Don't worry, don't worry, you've always known how to take care of yourself. It's just too strong, three points stronger than the male soldiers, and this has to be changed slightly. We are not sloppy when training, we must rest well when we rest, and we can train better when we have enough spirit. ”

Principal Chen, who came out of the army, said that he was not worried, and every word he said was advice, for fear that Ye Jian would be too strong and hurt himself.

Ye Jian, who was smiling, looked at the starry sky with a smile in her dark eyes, and quietly listened to the advice of her elders, and nearly ten minutes passed by the time.

"The admission notice has been received, and the village chief also said that he wanted to celebrate and let my uncle push it, everyone in ten miles and eight towns knows that Shuikou Village has a champion, and some parents specially came to buy the old textbooks you left behind."

Speaking of the affairs in the village, the smile on Principal Chen's face deepened, "Fortunately, you don't have a photo, the uncle said that if you want to have a photo, you will have to be taken back and pasted on the children's bookcase." ”

Ye Jian also laughed, she was in Provincial No. 1 Middle School at the time, and the test papers and textbooks that she had taken were all left by Teacher Tong, and some students had two big boxes of books and test papers when they left, and she didn't have a book or a test paper except for a few sets of clothes.

"I didn't make any noise about your grandfather, if someone really wants to come over, you might as well go to the army to live for a while." The eyebrows are quiet, Ye Jian lacks the sharpness of training during the day, and like an ordinary girl who travels away from home, her language reveals her attachment to "home".

"After receiving your notice, we went to live in the army for a week before coming back, under your influence, several high school graduates in our village have plans to become soldiers, and even Ye Ying, who has a heart disease, said that he wants to become a literary soldier."

At the mention of Ye Ying, Principal Chen's expression even faded by three points, "Your aunt said that Ye Ying asked to go to the Beijing Political Troupe to be a literary and artistic soldier, and she was waiting to enlist in the ......army after the files were handed over."

Ye Ying wants to be a literary soldier? Is it possible?

Hearing this, Ye Jian chuckled directly, "We all know that she has a heart attack, and there is a black file of military training, and she is not afraid of empty joy when she enters the Beijing political regiment as a literary and artistic soldier?" ”

After chatting a few words about Ye Zhifan's family, no matter whether Ye Ying can be a literary soldier or not, Yu Ye Jian has no impact.

If she really wants to enter the army, Ye Jian feels that she has another crime of accepting bribes from Ye Zhifan.

The news about Ye Ying being a literary soldier has long been spread in the village, and the limelight has even overshadowed Ye Jian's admission to the military academy, which made Sun Dongqing sweep away the previous gloom, and mentioned her daughter's entry into the army happily wherever she went.

At this time, Ye Jian was already sitting on the helicopter, holding a sniper rifle, aiming at the floating objects on the sea to complete the sniping of the unstable high-altitude platform.

"Frogmen often use snipers to cover the air on helicopters when seizing platforms at sea, and snipers need to jump into the sea immediately after completing the sniper target to support the team members, and now they are 57 meters above the sea and 241 meters away from the target......

As Li Jin reported a group of accurate numbers, Ye Jian, who was wearing a diving suit and did not even have any oxygen equipment, was half-squatting at the door of the helicopter cabin, steadying the sniper rifle with his own hands, aiming at the floating target on the sea with his cold and frosty black eyes, mentally calculating the effects of wind difference and air current, and pressing his slender fingers on the trigger, one, two, three...... Precision Sniping!

"Bang!" The object on the surface of the sea was smashed to pieces by a NATO-made 762 bullet.