For so long, the supplies are getting less and less.

Ji Jingting was about to let people bring supplies over, when he heard an exclamation.

"The supplies are coming, the supplies are coming—"

"Three hundred more warriors."

This time there were indeed 300 people, but all of them were resource soldiers.

Some were students, some were patriots, and three war correspondents.

"Take pictures, we must make this scene go down in history."

"Take a picture, take a picture."

Ji Jingting saw that the war reporters had been running, frowned, and said coldly: "It's dangerous over there, don't run over there." ”

In the battlefield, you must listen to the leader.

When the three of them heard the voice, they stopped and turned to look at the military medal on Ji Jingting's shoulder, and gave a non-standard military salute.

Some people don't understand why they can't go there: "Leader, now that there is no fighting, how can it be dangerous?" ”

Ji Jingting said expressionlessly: "No war, it does not mean safety, in case someone throws a bomb over, only death." ”

The three of them turned pale with fright, and rushed to a safe place at the speed of the wind.

The battlefield is really dangerous!

Ji Jingting looked at the backs of the three of them, his dark eyes flashed, and there were fluctuations.

Two days later in the evening.

The sound of "bang-boom-" rang out.

"Damn, another sneak attack, Lao Tzu blew up those shits!"

"These people just stopped for a few days and started again. Commander, do they want to die with us? ”

Ji Jingting calmly looked at the battle-torn front line: "Are you ready?" ”

The voice was cold and sonorous.

"Ready."

"Ready."

“……”

Uniform voices rang out in the night sky.

Ji Jingting commanded everyone to rush forward.

"Rush-rush-"

"Rush—I'm going to drive them away!"

The soldiers marched through a hail of bullets.

A new flame burst into the night sky, spreading in all directions, burning more and more.

On the battlefield, Ji Jingting led the soldiers to fight fiercely against the enemy, which deeply shocked everyone's hearts.

The war lasted for a month and ended with a peace treaty signed by the enemy nation.

However, in addition to signing a peace treaty, 100,000 yuan was also compensated.

In the nineties, 10,000 was already a lot.

The frontline fighters sang excitedly that unity is strength.

Fan Yue stood next to Lu Qian with a shocked face, and instantly felt that she was very remarkable: "Qianqian, I am also a person who has participated in the front line, and this time the enemy country admits defeat, and it is also my part." ”

I used to think that I was very good at reading, and I was very powerful, but after coming to the front line, I realized that I was nothing compared to these heroic soldiers!

But when I think of this trip to the frontline, I feel that my life is worth it.

Fan Yue is real, really happy!

Lu Qian tilted her head and looked at her: "Well, everyone who comes to the front line has a share, and fortunately there are no sacrifices to the soldiers, otherwise, even if you win, you will feel uncomfortable." ”

Fan Yuexin said: "Yes, yes, thanks to you!" ”

"It's our credit." Lu Qian doesn't like to take credit.

She looked at the hazy front of her, remembering the self-consciousness of her childhood, smelly and proud.

Growing up, she is the complete opposite of Xiaohong.

Low-key and quiet.

Ji Jingting gathered everyone together: "Everyone be quiet." ”

The joyful and excited crowd immediately quieted down and looked at him with burning eyes.

Everyone knows very well in their hearts that the reason why they can win this time is all due to the young regiment leader.

Tomorrow will start to return to normal.

(End of chapter)