"Well, I said Ye Jian is funny." V8 raised his hand and put it on the shoulders of the pigeon, laughing until the white teeth were in the pale sky, like a beast's teeth. It's okay not to laugh, but laugh The V8 has a ferocious beast.
Looking at Ye Jian again, the pigeon smiled and said, "It's really interesting."
"The pigeon was a literary soldier transferred to a special soldier. At that time, he entered the army because he had a good voice. After singing a song, he became a literary soldier." Xia Jinyuan, who was by his side, realized that Ye Jian was surprised by his voice, and said with a low smile: "Later with It took a year to return to the post I wanted."
As a literary soldier and then a special soldier in the army, he became the most incredible member of the cross-arms in the Snow Brigade.
It was indeed a little weird, Ye Jian pursed his lips and laughed.
"That's my dark history. I obviously applied to go to the frontier, but my voice was pitted. My parents laughed when I received the notice of enlistment. I cried..." The pigeon is talkative, acting as an assaulter and blaster in the team. Hand, Ye Jian didn't know him, but he had heard of Ye Jian, so there was no sense of strangeness in the conversation.
The rest of the comrades had seen each other, and they had fought side by side. When they met again, they fisted with Ye Jian. They looked at each other and smiled, and they became familiar with each other.
The small county town was still asleep at half past five, and even the street lights in the narrow streets were all on, making the whole town even more silent, as if the night had just begun.
There was the sound of trucks coming from far away, pulling closer to break the silence of the station.
"The car is coming, cover Ye Jian to get into the car!" Xia Jinyuan raised his hand slightly, G3 screwed up the travel bag at a few speeds, and ran past the truck with the flashing lights three times.
They ran staggering, as if they were not awake, and the speed was not very fast, causing the driver in the truck to curse in a low voice.
Now the few people are stowaways who are brave and want to make war money. Truck drivers of this type have seen a lot of people. When they saw them, they came and counted them. After receiving the money from Xia Jinyuan, they pointed to the truck and looked brutal: "Middle. I have reserved a place for the six of you, listen, I am not allowed to move my goods, do you hear me!"
The Chinese is jerky, and I know it as a local only by listening to the accent.
With a cautious voice of flattery, the six people repeatedly whispered: "We know, we know."
The bearded driver glanced six times with what he considered to be very fierce, and he hummed softly in his nose.
Until the truck drove again, the driver did not notice that there was one more person in the car. Before dawn, he headed towards Princess Castle.
"A total of eight comrades-in-arms went to Operation Storm, K7 was captured, and J5 was wounded and hospitalized. Now the six of us will join you to go to ST." Xia Jinyuan first told Ye Jian the number of people in the last operation, and then he could not spread a map. On the nylon bag that knows what's in it, finger on the combat map and said: "From here, follow the China-Pakistan Highway 60 kilometers into the ancient mountains of Karachi. There is a border post in the middle. Here we have to avoid it."
"Out of the ancient mountain pass of Karachi, the car passed directly over the frozen river, 30 kilometers to Princess Fort, and then entered the Wakhan Corridor." As Xia Jinyuan pointed out the route one by one, the six people looked solemnly, Wakhan The corridor is their only way.
"The Wakhan Corridor is about 400 kilometers long. The truck driver can only send us out of the 100-kilometer Wakhan Corridor that belongs to China. We need to figure out the other 300 kilometers."