"How is it? I'm talking about Ye Jian, is it interesting." V8 raised her hand and put it on the pigeon's shoulder. She laughed until her white teeth were in the faint sky, like a beast's teeth. It would be fine if she didn't laugh. The V8 smiled and had a fierce smell of a beast.

His eyes looked at Ye Jian again for a while, and the pigeon smiled and said, "It's really interesting."

"Pigeons are art soldiers to special forces. They joined the army because they had a good voice. After singing a song, they became art soldiers." Xia Jinyuan, who was by his side, noticed Ye Jian's voice was surprised and smiled low, "It took a year to return to his favorite position."

Become a literary soldier first and then a special force in the army. Establish a snow brigade and cross-army team.

That was indeed a bit incredible, Ye Jian pursed his lips and smiled.

"That's my dark history. I clearly applied to go to the border, but I was cheated by my own throat. When I received the notice of enlistment, my parents laughed and I cried..." Pigeon was talking, and was a striking player in the team. Ye Jian didn't know him, but he had heard of Ye Jian, so he didn't feel strange when he talked.

The other comrades had met, and they even fought side by side. When they met again, they both punched Ye Jian and fisted each other. When they looked at each other, they became familiar with each other.

The small county town was still sleeping at 5:30, and even the street lights on the narrow streets were lit up, making the entire small county town even quieter, as if the night had just begun.

The sound of trucks came from a distance, bringing closer to break the silence of the station.

"The car is here, cover Ye Jian to get on the car!" Xia Jinyuan raised his hand slightly, twisted his travel bag at a few speeds, and ran over with the truck that had fired three flashing signals.

They ran to a staggering moment, as if they hadn't woken up, and their speed was not very fast, which made the driver in the truck swear.

Now the identities of several people are smugglers who are brave enough to make money in war. There are so many truck drivers who see them. When they see them, they come and count them. After taking the money handed over by Xia Jinyuan, pointing to the truck, he said with a arrogant look: "Save a place for you six in the middle. Listen, don't move my goods, don't hear it!"

I am awkward in Chinese, and I know that I am a local person by just listening to the accent.

All the six of them said softly with careful pleasing voices: "We know, we know."

The bearded driver glanced six times with his thoughts of being fierce, and hummed softly from his nose.

Until the truck drove again, the driver did not notice that there was one more person in the car. He went towards Princess Fort before dawn.

"We went to Operation Storm for a total of eight comrades. K7 was captured and J5 was injured and hospitalized. Now we will add you to ST." Xia Jinyuan first told Ye Jian about the number of people who returned to the last operation, and then spread a map on a nylon bag with unknown things. He drew on the battle map: "From here, 60 kilometers along the Zhongpalu Road, enter the Karachi Ancient Mountains, and there is a border post in the middle. Here we have to avoid it."

"After the Karachi Ancient Mountains, the car passed directly from the iced river surface, arrived at Princess Fort 30 kilometers, and then entered the Wakhan Corridor." As Xia Jinyuan pointed out the routes he was walking one by one, the six people looked solemn, and the Wakhan Corridor was their only access.
Chapter completed!