Seeing that Ye Jian hadn’t moved, the young instructor was a little fidgeted. He took off his training cap and scratched his head at a loss, and said, "Are you okay, I... Political commissar to talk?"
Picking up the walkie-talkie in the car, the instructor looked serious and prepared to contact the political commissar. Ye Jian raised his hand and grabbed the line of the walkie-talkie, raised his head from the steering wheel, and smiled: "I'm fine, I passed through the gunfire for the first time, a bit shocked. ."
"Hey, it's okay, ours is a small actual combat simulation, not the kind of large-scale actual combat in various simulation subjects." The instructor heard this, smiling a lot, and glanced at the comrades who were getting off the car one after another. To Ye Jian said: "Get off the car, get a rest, and set off in about two hours."
After getting off the car, they sat under the tree with the instructor to rest. Both of them were all sweaty. They were so tired that they didn’t want to talk after driving for nearly an hour. They looked at each other and the instructor saw this little boy in front of him. Apart from a little tiredness between her eyebrows, the girl's eyes were bright and energetic, and she couldn't help but smiled bitterly: "I am not as energetic as your little girl."
"Ye Jian, you are planning to apply for the military academy, and you will go to the frontline troops when you come out."
Military academies are directly assigned to the army after graduation, and the choice of direction is also determined by the school and the army. Students have no right to choose independently.
However, if the individual’s professional quality is excellent, the leader will usually ask the students’ intentions before making reasonable arrangements.
For students like Ye Jian who are of high quality before entering the school, many troops will choose the best recruits after graduation. On the contrary, Ye Jian can put forward his own intentions and make choices.
But this kind of thing is too far away from her. Whether or not she can be admitted to the military academy has to say otherwise, so he smiled and said: "You have to be admitted to the military academy. "
The frontline unit is not a certain division, but a certain special department.
Any army is ultimately serving the war, and the special forces are the pioneers in the army. They can perform tasks at any time and participate in fierce warfare.
Ye Jian's goal is to enter the special forces, grow up in the war, and temper in the war. The only way to live up to the cultivation of Grandpa Gen and Uncle Chen is to live up to the burden!
"It's hard to enter the frontline troops, but it would be a waste if you don't enter the frontline troops." The young instructor sighed, leaning his head against the tree trunk and closing his eyes, his poor facial features showed the rigidity of a soldier, even though he was tired. Powerful and upright, "Hurry up and rest. Now the training is not half past, and it will affect the second half of the training."
Ye Jian didn't feel too tired. Training like this could always stimulate her adrenaline, leaving the whole person in a state of excitement and no sleep at all.
If you are not sleepy, you have to force yourself to rest. Ye Jian leaned against the tree, covered his training hat to his face, tilted his head up like other soldiers, and closed his eyes with his hat to block the sun.
There was still gunpowder in the mountains, and it would not be long before they drifted away in the wind surrounded by the mountains. The two dozen soldiers all entered a short rest. The Yan political commissar in the same arm was hurt by the same arm. The wounded soldier said a few words, patted the soldier's shoulder lightly, and looked for Ye Jian.