The half-hour rest was still because the horse was disobedient.
They were not on the hardest road. Old Luo had climbed the iceberg four times back and forth. He took off his gloves and grabbed the snow and put it in his mouth. His tongue was frozen stiff, and his brain was sober.
"From here, it's here!" At 7 o'clock in the morning, when there was a glimmer of light from the sky, the old Luo, who was standing on the side of the iceberg, laughed and said, "It is still the same as the road I walked four years ago. The weather is very cold. Did not encounter snow at night."
Once it snows at night, the wind and snow march will only be slower.
Seeing the winding road below, Xia Jinyuan's black eyes tightened slightly.
Choose one of the most difficult words, just because they are all illegal mercenaries! Just because they can't be exposed, and they can't let the country they protect have a trace of stain.
From 11:40 noon to 7 o'clock in the morning now, 20 hours through the iceberg at an altitude of 6000 meters to reach the destination.
Lao Luo didn't immediately go back. He went to a Tajik home to rest. Except for Ye Jian who just shook hands with him and said "Thank you", all the members of the Snowy Brigade gave the 43-year-old brother a warm hug.
Eighty-four hours after K7 was captured, members of the Snowy Brigade changed the clothes of the locals in this war-torn country and drove a jeep towards the desert.
From the snow-capped mountains to the desert, this is their journey!
Arriving in Registan happened to be the early morning of the sixth day when K7 was captured. Nowhere could the seven people be able to tell that they were human, and they could shoot a layer of dust in their hair.
Registan, the arid plateau area in the southwest, is a desert and sandy ridge, with a desert plain in the middle, with no vegetation and no rain.
It was four o'clock in the morning of the sixth day that Ye Jian separated from the members of the Snowy Brigade. She jumped into a truck and entered the ST mercenary group, leaving the Snowy Brigade a slender and fearless back.
"Ye Jian, she is a good soldier."
The pigeon said softly, there was a faint light of water around the corner of her eyes, this time was full of unpredictable unknown dangers, and she, just went there, without a trace of hesitation.
His low voice fell into the ears of the other comrades in arms, and they raised their heads to look at Xia Jinyuan who was standing among them.
"Look at what I am doing?" Xia Jinyuan retracted his gaze, his black eyes flashed a cold light in the sun, and the handsome and cold-faced he quickly ordered, "Z7, establish communication, the blaster get more yellow strips of explosives. G3, go with me. The market walks around, and the rest are on guard."
He is worried about Ye Jian, but he still needs Ye Jian one step later to enter ST.
It was just dawn, but the desert still seemed to be in the middle of gray and gloom, with no vibrant green, only inexhaustible desolation.
The fine dust was caught in the wind, and Ye Jian blinked slightly, then raised his hand and rubbed the sand's eyes.
She is now a local nomad in Helmand. She was sold into the ST mercenary by her family through a money transaction, and she officially became the lowest member of the ST mercenary.
Wearing a white gauze, wrapped in a headscarf of the same color, holding the freshly baked roasted naan and giving it to mercenaries from different countries, the tenth hour of entering the ST mercenaries, at five o'clock that day, Ye Jian had already started himself work.
The low adobe house was much more square than the Pakistani adobe house, and the square was like a cage in Ye Jian's eyes.
The entire ST mercenary base is huge. When Ye Jian saw a few mercenaries wearing miscellaneous military clothes appear, the white gauze glided across and hid behind a dirt house. She has to wait for it to be dark, and then she can act after it is completely dark.