The kind of stare at you is like a pair of hands, a pair of hands that push you forward and cannot retreat, and there is a subtle feeling of being on the pirate ship and not being able to get off.

"If you don't give up, don't give up, I will always take you along. I will never let go of your hand and walk to the heights that belong to both of us. Do you dare to go with me like this? For me, for you, and for the rest of my life, will I go on?"

She originally wanted to give her some time to let her understand him slowly and what kind of troops she was in. Now it seems that it is not possible. She knew in advance how dangerous the danger he was facing was, and had to let him raise his speed up instantly, let her understand and accept it as soon as possible.

Ye Jian didn't say anything, she didn't know how to continue.

One thing is certain, even without him holding her, she would not live up to her life's defeat. He is her goal, and she once thought about surpassing her goal.

Now this goal tells himself that he will take her to stand at the same position and at the same high point... Think about it,... what he thinks is not the difficulty, but the flood of verses suddenly arose in his heart, and the big waves like overwhelming waves rushed out of a dike, making her unable to calm down and making her whole body boil.

She had been mediocre in her previous life for too long and was silent for too long. She had so many opportunities in her life that she did not want to miss one or no one wanted to lose.

Nodded, and nodded gently and slowly, Ye Jian said: "Okay, but I'm not for you, I'm just for myself, to live up to the years of this life. I'm standing by your side, you stand by me, in the same position, at the same high point... a lifelong comrade."

A lifelong comrade-in-arms, a lifelong brother, never leave and never give up.

All the members of the Snowland Brigade have sworn to be comrades-in-arms for life and never give up on their own comrades-in-arms at any time.

Never leave, never give up..., tied up all over his body and threw it in the corner, K7 slightly raised his eyes and looked towards the thin window.

Someone came over, not only one, but more than ten people.

The footsteps approached and stopped outside. K7 closed his eyes again, pretending to be in a coma.

It was useless for him to open his eyes. The blood flowed into his eyes and touched his eyelashes, making his vision blurry, and even looking at the outside was a bit of a ghost.

The next day, the captive did not eat except for a sip of water.

It has been fifty-two hours since he struggled to open the eyes that were covered in blood from his coma. There was no interrogation or torture, so calm that he could not hear a trace of thin ropes, nor could he judge whether any comrades came over.

K7 was seriously injured. Even so, since he woke up, he has been highly vigilant, looking for opportunities to escape, and thinking about how to escape smoothly.

The only weapon on his body was the belt tied to his trousers, but this thing couldn't cut the tie rope, and it was almost the same to tie the neck.

The military uniform of the miscellaneous military was broken here and there, and there was a piece of sand wrapped in the flesh and blood. As I breathed, the fine sand seemed to be rolling in the black flesh of artillery fire. No matter how strong the physical fitness was, the fine sand had not been cleaned out, and there was no hope of the wound healing.
Chapter completed!