The sound of artillery fire exploded and Ye Jian felt a little deaf in his ears. He listened to their voices and the war. Not only was he suffering, but he could also be said to be a training.

Smooth the thorny and edged emotions in your heart with cannon fire, break the panic with bullets, and then wash it repeatedly with blood. Over time, the mood becomes a flat mirror, light and flat, reflecting only what is good and evil, what is justice and what is evil.

This is a kind of growth, and it is the only growth that can exist in the fire of war.

Ye Jian knew that he could participate in the mission again and again because the troops wanted to sharpen her to see if she was a piece of uncensored jade.

There was a rumbling sound in the sky from afar, and I saw a transport plane rumbling from east to north. It was a big guy, not a ******* or a fighter plane, but a transport plane that had been sent to the Pakistani government forces thirty miles away and secretly descended was driven back.

"The Pakistani government is very willing to drive a transport plane directly to attract the attention of all al-Qaeda organizations and leave safety to us. This is worth our life." V8 spoke happily, and without any psychological pressure, he made Ye Jian wonder if he was talking all the grass in his mouth and was guarding leisurely.

The transport plane was loud and could hear the sound within a few miles of driving. Didn’t it concentrate all the al-Qaeda gaze? If there was an anti-aircraft gun below and it was directly fired, another transport plane was scrapped, and even the pilot was sacrificed.

But even if there was such a danger in it, Pakistan's transport plane drove directly over, causing the danger index of Chinese soldiers to drop a lot.

Sure enough, in the dark Al Qaeda, he saw such a big guy walking around their heads, setting up a machine gun and sweeping it wildly.

"It's so filthy, and there's a machine gunner!" V8 couldn't help but burst out, causing headsets to cough.

Instructor J5 said earnestly: "Good brother, pay attention to your image."

"My head was almost cut, and you guys are still in the mood to curse?" K7, who had been silent for a long time, finally spoke up and sent the positioning to Xia Jinyuan and the other two groups, "Look at you, brothers, I retreat and meet with Ye Jian."

Ye Jian, who had been listening to them quietly, replied "Received" and immediately positioned her position to K7, and then listened to him: "The veteran on the battlefield is good, and he is not heavy on his back, so he can do some tricks back."

"I want to make a few when I see a good product. Are you sorry for the Type 95 rifle?" T6 replied with a low smile, then immediately lost a sound. He had already taken action.

In fact, Ye Jian also thought it was good to get a few M16s back. Al Qaeda used almost all AK47. Their use of M16 this time was because the length and diameter of M16 bullets were obviously larger than the length and diameter ratio of AK47 bullets, which looked slender and light, with a mass of only 3.56 grams, while AK47 was 7.91 grams.

Just from the parameters of the two bullets, we can see that the M16 carrying ammunition volume on the battlefield is very excellent than the AK47. With the same weight of the bullet, the number of M16 bullets carrying much higher than that of AK47.
Chapter completed!