"boom!"
After the gunshot, the silver wire wrapped around her arm suddenly lost strength, and the blood seemed to drift into the snow wind, turning into blood snow beads and falling on her face.
Everything, as the body of the mercenary of which country was slammed down, Ye Jian ended the fight alone.
The iron smell of blood was stronger than before, Ye Jian gently closed his eyes, and took another long, deep breath.
After resting, I felt a fiery pain in my back. I was thrown to the ground just now, and my back was rubbed hard against the sharp rocky beach, for fear of hurting my skin.
Taking a deep breath and exhaling a long breath, it seemed to exhale the blood floating in the chest cavity one by one.
"Nothing, this is the path you choose, and it's the only way to go." She whispered softly, adjusted her panting breath, and when she took back the silver thread and wrapped it around her wrist, her face was like a green mountain and beautiful water. Calm as ever.
The only way to go, you are good, they are evil!
As Xia Jinyuan said, soldiers are the last line of defense of the motherland. Fighting for the country and the people is righteous and good!
In the front, the gunshots were extremely intense. Ye Jian rushed to the tent of Uncle Cizha’s house. The sound of bullets was like grazing her scalp. After rushing to the tent and shouting "Yang Jin", he heard the answer inside. Just entered the tent.
Yang Jin heard the voice of a Han girl who had come to stay in his home, walked out of the dark, and said quickly: "It's dangerous outside, where are you going?"
What you can understand is "Where are you going."
"Be careful, hide! I want to go out." Ye Jian gently instructed Yang Jin who was lying in the corner of the ground in the Tibetan language he only learned, and took the sniper rifle left in the tent to the high spot.
The gun frame is good, the eyes are close to the "night vision sight", the distance is adjusted, and the target is searched in a green world.
A man in Tibetan clothes broke into his sight, zoomed in on the focus, and then slowly pointed it. As the other party concealed and backed away, he saw that this man in Tibetan clothes would cover his waist with his hands from time to time.
Xia Jinyuan said that one of the higher-ranking mercenaries was injured, and instead of hiding in the tent, the Tibetan she discovered at this time had been looking for hiding places outside. Judging from his whereabouts, it was suspicious.
But you can't just think that there is something wrong with the other party based on your own guess, and without immediate action, turn off the red laser dot, just keep aiming at the other party with the sight.
Probably the herdsmen were so courageous, no one ran out in a panic, no matter how loud the gunfire was outside.
In this area, they are quite confident soldiers in military uniforms. In the eyes of the herdsmen, the soldiers who guard the frontier are their patron saints.
Countless khatas are presented every year to show their enthusiasm and respect.
It is this kind of trust that makes them choose to stay in the tent and wait for the gunfire outside to pass.
And for what soldiers are fighting for, naturally they are fighting for their own motherland and the people they guard.
Every bullet shot out is a performance of their fearlessness, a heroic fight not afraid of death.
Ye Jian, who has not put on the military uniform, but has placed himself above the soldier, and thinks that he is a soldier in his heart, when he saw Han Zheng chasing the man in Tibetan clothes with a gun in the hidden direction of the man in Tibetan clothes. , Without hesitation, the trigger of the sniper rifle was pulled, and the laser point flashed... The bullet had been shot out.