Xia Jinyuan has always spoken to her with a calm attitude, in order to make her calmer. Faced with further questions, her thin lips curled up with a shallow arc, and she smiled and said, “Don’t worry about weapons. Hou Zi has a hobby of collecting guns. He definitely has a good gun, and we have weapons in Southern Province. As for weapons after going abroad, we will get them in another way."
"Whether K7 needs to be rescued will have to wait until three o'clock this afternoon. The four of us seem to be in loose sand, but we are actually in contact with each other. For example, G3 has not contacted me now, which means K7 has not contacted him either."
If one person has no contact, it means that everyone has no way to contact. No one wants their comrades to sacrifice, and no one wants their comrades to worry about themselves. Therefore, everyone will find ways to contact their comrades and make their comrades at ease.
This kind of contact information is concise and clear to the point of rudeness. All of them abide by such rude contact rules, and they have developed the habit of reporting their own situation to their comrades at any time, and there will be no forgetting situations.
"Now we should clean up the "snakes" that brought you to Southern Province as soon as possible, and then, you quickly return to look for K7." Ye Jian summarized everything in one sentence, and the last sentence was the top priority.
They are comrades-in-arms who have sworn to each other, live and die together, and never give up. This is their life and death oath, which is branded in the bottom of my heart like a brand, and will always be remembered forever.
With G3, the two returned to the battlefield together to take care of each other... Then she felt a little relieved.
Ye Jian glanced at the closet, thinking of the military uniform he had retrieved, but he couldn't put it on righteously, and his eyes suddenly became sore and unbearable.
Turning his head, tears flickered at the corner of his eyes, "That military uniform... I'll keep it, and when you come back... Put it on again, just put it on!"
She had sadness, not the sadness of great grief and weeping, but the sadness that was suppressed and shuddered in her heart with a deeper affection. She was sad because of his identity. Xia Jinyuan smiled softly, hugged her in her arms with her right arm, warm and generous palms gently moved back and forth on her arm to comfort her, "Silly fox, it will pass soon, nothing will be a problem. ."
"You have to believe in us, in our country, we will not abandon ourselves, and our country will not abandon us. The country is defenseless and the people are not disturbed. We are defenses and soldiers. No one will abandon us. A group of soldiers."
His embrace still made her feel at ease, and the faint mint breath flowed into her body little by little. His people and his breath were comforting her, allowing her to calm down.
Tears did not flow from the corner of his eyes. Ye Jiansheng forced him to go back. He raised his head and looked at him firmly: "I have always believed in you, the military uniform, I will keep it for you, I just want to keep it for you. Because , I took it back from the airport and I washed it! I can only keep it."
Serious enough to make Xia Jinyuan's heart throb, he wanted to comfort her, but now he wanted to love her fiercely.
She was telling him that she had been waiting for him to come back, waiting for him to personally retrieve his own military uniform from her. I want to see his peace with my own eyes instead of knowing his peace through other channels.
He hugged her tightly in his arms, he hid her all in his wings with the strength of his right arm, and expressed his throbbing deeply with the strength of his arms, "Okay, I will hand it over. Here you are, to my current comrade-in-arms and future girlfriend."