Ye Jian saw that they were cleaned up and their noses and faces were swollen, and they were walking and shaking, which was unexpected.
Seeing the blood... Although they didn't take their lives, they did not show mercy. This beat... There was no rest for ten and a half months to recover.
The male soldiers who stayed at the camp came over and saw that their comrades were as silent as Ye Jian. They silently supported the comrades who had difficulty in walking, and returned to the camp one by one with the corners of their mouths compressed and the atmosphere suppressed.
They were all silent, no one spoke during the whole process, everyone was expressionless, only the eyes looking forward were dark and bright, revealing steel-like coldness.
There are certain things, and some people quietly changed this night. Everything that was in the past has become the past, and all the glory, duties, and military ranks have become a glimpse and cannot be grasped.
The only thing that can be grasped and firmly controlled is strength. Here, only strength is mentioned, because only strength can stand, only strength can seize one's life, and only strength can carry the gun and live on the battlefield. base.
The rising sun slowly revealed his face from the end of the mountain, and in a short while it shone across the snow and mist in the forest, like a fairyland on earth, a new day has come, and a new journey has begun.
In the depths of the vast mountain, a group of people slowly climbed along the foot of the mountain, and a helicopter hovered above them. Xia Jinyuan, who was sitting in the helicopter, pulled the boot door and looked towards the ground with a telescope in his hand.
"Go down another ten meters." He looked down and felt that it was not clear enough, and let the Weaver piloting the helicopter lower the height of the helicopter until he could see everyone below in the binoculars before letting the T6 raise the height. He kept it and passed the telescope in his hand to a heavyweight leader who was sitting in the helicopter.
"You come to see them, it's really nothing..." Xia Jinyuan said helplessly after passing the telescope, "You can still walk, climb and roll, you can see it."
Young Master Yang would forcefully pull the telescope through his hand, and at the same time, he took a look at Xia Jinyuan, who was still able to smile at himself, "They are going to have something wrong, you are the first to be unlucky."
"Yes, yes, you are right, so how dare I let them have trouble?"
Faced with Major General Yang, who came over from Jingli overnight, for fear of what he would do to the recruit’s egg, Xia Jinyuan rubbed the corner of his eyebrows in secret. Before he put down his hand, he suddenly felt a touch on the left side. A fierce wind hit him, and he subconsciously wanted to avoid it, and his arm slammed through it reflexively. He heard the voice of Major General Yang grinding his teeth.
Depend on!
Boss Yang's fist!
Xia Jinyuan closed his fist almost in seconds, and his whole person was pushed down by Major General Yang. The worst thing was that his good face was severely compressed by Major General Yang's elbow, and his facial features were crushed and deformed.
"If you have something to say, if you have something to say..." Xia Jinyuan, who was taught by the old leader, couldn't even speak clearly. His head was pinched, but there was no problem with his brain. He quickly said: "Quite your anger, it's not good for your health to be angry."
Instead of letting go, Major General Yang pressed it tighter, until Xia Jinyuan had difficulty breathing.
"Both of them have to be supported, so damn good? Xia Jinyuan, you are not so daring!" Major General Yang was angry. Yesterday this kid mentioned to him that he wanted to let the recruits see blood. He was stunned at the time, and he didn't know what was going on, and he agreed in a daze.