The dagger in his hand was still stained with flowing blood, and the sharp blade instantly pierced into the opponent's heart, twisting the handle to make the tip of the knife that had not entered the heart still stir.

"Ah......" The shrill scream became the last note of this battle, Xia Jinyuan has been fixing the opponent's mind with his iron arm, and then wrapping his legs around the opponent's chest, locking his arms that can struggle, even if he heard the screams from the mercenary's mouth, it did not make him soften.

These people, they should be killed!

Xia Jinyuan maintained a shear posture, entangled the target from the initial fierce struggle to weak resistance, until the "squeak" sound in his throat disappeared, Xia Jinyuan calmly let go of his hands and feet.

He stood up, centering on himself and the whole bush was like a hurricane passing through it, and some of the bushes were pulled out by the roots.

"Ye Jian." He raised his voice, his voice was steady and steady, and he walked over step by step with a composure like a mountain, until he came to the center of the fight like a hurricane transiting, in the dim light, Xia Jinyuan listened to the sound of rapid breathing one by one and found Ye Jian.

She was sitting against the tree, her slender body becoming one with the tree and the night, and he wouldn't have noticed her if it weren't for the sound of his breathing.

Approaching, approaching, and then slowly bending down, half-squatting to eye level with her, "How is it?" There is no strength to stand up again. ”

Both of them exuded a strong smell of rust, Ye Jian blinked at the man in the dark, his eyes were as bright as stars, raised the corners of his mouth, and smiled: "It's all fine, just a little prostration." ”

Yes, the voice is very steady, there is no trembling, no fear, no panic, and it is better than the last time I fought on the Pakistani side.

Xia Jinyuan, who was originally facing her, adjusted his position, sat down side by side with Ye Jian, reached out and grabbed her shoulder, let her head rest on his shoulder, and then hugged her shoulder tightly, "Rest for a while, the efficiency is good, from the first goal to the end, we took an hour and a half." ”

"You're counting the time." Ye Jian took a deep breath, and then spit it out slowly, "You can still calculate the time, I've been thinking about how to solve the other party." ”

Xia Jinyuan smiled and said softly and gently: "There is time in my heart, and I don't need to calculate to know." Turning her head, the tip of her handsome nose rubbed against her hairline, and asked her again, "Is there any injury?" ”

"This year's arm has been full of disasters, the injury was just right, and it was scratched again, and it hurt the right arm." Ye Jian raised his head and put his lips on her forehead, "What about you, is there anything wrong?" ”

At this moment, even the mountain wind was quiet, the crickets sounded again, and the frightened birds returned to their nests, except for the blood in the air, everything was so quiet and leisurely.

Xia Jinyuan kissed her forehead lightly, at this second, he could feel that Ye Jian was taking the initiative to get close to him, and held his heart in front of him, she was looking for support in him, and also let him find support in her.

He said that through the battlefield smoke of life and death, is this kind of relationship more memorable than those ups and downs?

No...... Whether, rather...... True.

This kind of love can be thrilling in the smoke of gunpowder, and it can also be as light as a beautiful water and clear mountain in leisure, and it will not be dull with time, but will only make getting along more and more tacitly, and make yourself more and more dependent on each other and rely on each other.