The three of them took Zheng Qing's jeep with a special license plate and immediately headed to the meeting point.

"Don't you need to change your clothes?" Li Qianxia asked as she and Yang Qinglan sat in the back.

She originally planned to eat bullfrogs with her little sisters today. She was wearing a black rolled-edge denim skirt with a skirt that was 20 centimeters above her knees. If she hadn't been wearing safety pants, Li Changzhou would have broken her legs.

In her words - Although I only have B, I have a heart to be a hot girl.

"When we arrived at the meeting point, there were special military uniforms and gas masks." Zheng Qing explained.

The jeep drove all the way and even ran through the traffic lights. The situation was really urgent. Many people were waiting for the only hope in the chaos of war.

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Mingcheng No. 3 Military Base.

A runway had already been cleared. A military transport plane was parked on the side of the runway, and a group of heavily armed soldiers were gearing up inside the transport plane.

"Don't laugh when you are lying drunk on the battlefield. How many people have fought in ancient times?"

"The scholar began to recite poetry again."

"Scholar, drinking is not allowed in the army."

"This expresses the fact that life is bound to be disappointing, but you should never lose the coolness in your bones. People who only see wine are so superficial!"

"It's useless, no matter how cool you are, you won't be rolling in the mud on the battlefield."

"As long as you are chic, rolling around in the mud can make women like you!"

"Hey, Yang Liu, tell me, do you like the chicness of a scholar, or do you prefer a real man like me?"

Yang Liu is the only female warrior in the "Storm" team. She has short hair, a strong and slender figure, and delicate facial features.

"I like tanks." Yang Liu played with a dagger, which was a game prop.

"Tank?!" Except for Tank, the other three men were obviously not convinced.

There are five people in the 'Storm' team, a thin-looking scholar, Poison who takes pleasure in burying people, a man's thighs that he prides himself on, a strong tank, and the rest is Yangliu, nicknamed 'Clang Morning Glory' (Yangliu is

code).

The tank mentioned by Morning Glory has an average appearance and is taciturn - not the coldness of a tough guy, but the dullness of an honest person.

When he was in the recruit company, every time he spoke, no matter what he said, he would reflexively smile like an honest man. Because it was too unintimidating and seriously reduced the seriousness of the unit, the squad leader forbade him from speaking during the mission.

This order has been implemented to this day, even if the tank joins the player's team, it has not changed.

Xiucai, Poison, and Thigh all have a good relationship with Tank, but they are still very confident and confident when it comes to being liked by women.

They are not handsome, but they all have their own characteristics and can attract women in a certain way.

"Hmm." The sharp dagger danced like a harmless chess piece in Yang Liu's hand, "Compared with whether he is handsome or not, and whether he has literary talent or not, I like tanks who do their best within their own capabilities.

's character."

"I think you should wash your eyes." The scholar sighed, "You are a beautiful lady, but you are blind."

"The mud and water have covered your heart." Thigh was heartbroken.

Poison also said glibly: "A Liu, from today on, you are no longer the morning glory of our storm. I want to treat you as a man."

"Okay!" Yang Liu held the dagger behind his back and raised his eyebrows. "Then let's see who among the five of us is more like a man this time!"

Just as Poison was about to say, let's take a bath together tonight to see who is more manly, Xiucai suddenly spoke:

"coming!"

The five of them held their breath, and the atmosphere changed from relaxed to dull and solemn.

After a while, Zheng Qing, dressed in a smart military uniform, walked in with a military dog ​​named "Storm" and three people in military uniforms and gas masks.

The five of them are all experienced military uniform wearers. Even if the three of them are dressed in indistinguishable male and female clothes, they can be identified at a glance as one man and two women.

"Gather!" Zheng Qing ordered.

The five people lined up in front of her in an instant, with their hands behind their backs, their chests raised, their chins raised, and their eyes fixed.

"I repeat the importance of the mission again," Zheng Qing glanced at the five people sharply, "This is a mission that must be completed. No matter how strong the opponent is, we must send all Xia citizens in Yemen to the airport.

,Understand!"

"Understood!" the five people shouted in unison.

Zheng Qing's eyes relaxed a little, and she introduced the three people sideways:

"These are three master players from the Special Operations Bureau. They are cooperating with us to complete this mission. They are not soldiers. At critical moments, protecting their safety is also one of our responsibilities. Do you understand?"

"clear!"

"Check the equipment for the last time, set off in three minutes, disband!"

The five people returned to their positions in a well-trained manner and inspected the combat equipment in an orderly manner.

The three people following Zheng Qing were naturally Li Changzhou and the others.

In order to hide their identities and prevent foreign evil forces from targeting them, they chose to hide their identities, borrowing the name of the special operations bureau and wearing gas masks to cover up their appearance.

"You are not old, so you are not a young official." Li Changzhou teased.

"Thanks to your sniper rifle, I am now also a first-level player in the national team." Zheng Qing said with a smile.

With the sniper rifle and the cooperation of Feng Feng and another soldier, Zheng Qing almost always had near misses before reaching the full limit.

Of course, the opponent he matches is also very strong, but the power displayed by the sniper rifle in the hands of ordinary people is completely different from that in the hands of Zheng Qing.

The same goes for attributes and skills.

When the panel data is roughly the same, there are always some little darlings who go against common sense and do things that betray humanity. These little darlings are either "geniuses" or "cripples" who want nothing more than death.

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Zheng Qing led them to sit down.

Three minutes later, the hanging ladder slowly closed and the transport plane accelerated on the runway.

Not long after, the fuselage rose and quickly climbed to a certain height, and the dull clouds could be seen from the window.

This was the first time for Li Changzhou and Li Qianxia to fly. Unfortunately, the destination was a battlefield, otherwise they could have enjoyed the scenery along the way.

On the way here, Zheng Qing briefly explained the operation.

The location is Yemen.

Before the value game began, separatism and terrorism were already prevalent in the area. After this value game, the conflict became more intense, and the president was held hostage by the rebels.

The first batch of troops responsible for evacuating overseas Chinese worked hard and finally gathered workers, embassy employees, and a few tourists in one factory.

Relying on the resistance of the players and the deterrence of Xia's national power, it is still relatively safe.

But to reach the airport to return to Xia Kingdom, we must pass through the battle zone between government troops and rebels.

The rebels, led by the player, suddenly gained great power and became lawless. They did not take Xia Kingdom seriously at all, and their slogan was to make Yemen one of the world's great powers.

Encouraged by this slogan, many young and energetic people picked up guns and joined the rebels, vowing to sacrifice their lives and blood for the greatness of Yemen and rob food and money from factories in various countries.

"What are they writing?" Li Qianxia suddenly asked Zheng Qing quietly.

Zheng Qing glanced at Xiucai and replied: "Suicide notes are normal in the army. My first suicide note was written when I was parachuting for the first time. In addition to the suicide note, I also put my hair and nails in it."

"Is skydiving dangerous?" Li Qianxia asked again.

"It's usually fine, but in my year, I heard that someone died without opening his umbrella or auxiliary parachute, and there was another person who had an accident and didn't die, but suffered a concussion after falling."

You can't see Li Qianxia's expression after hearing this, but you can feel that she was obviously shocked.

"There are dangers in every profession," Zheng Qing said in a relaxed tone. "When there is no war, more taxi drivers may die than us. It's okay."

"This is different!" Li Qianxia disagreed, "You are here to protect us."

"We also get paid." Zheng Qing smiled, and her affection for Li Qianxia instantly improved because she had a tone and attitude that suggested she was being despised and insulted.

Zheng Qing felt that she was nothing special. She did not actively want to protect the people. She just became a soldier and protecting the people became her responsibility and job.

But she said it herself and thought about it in her mind. It was okay. If others thought so, she would inevitably feel a little uncomfortable.

And Li Qianxia's attitude made her like it very much.

"Do you want to write?" Zheng Qing asked her.

"Uh, no, thank you, I have nothing to write." Li Qianxia replied.

"Give me one." Yang Qinglan suddenly said.

Zheng Qing asked Yang Liu for a pen and paper and handed them to her.

Under Li Qianxia's surprised gaze, Yang Qinglan wrote seriously - if she dies, the courtyard along Hehe Road, the Qinglan Bookstore, and everything in the bookstore will belong to the Li brothers and sisters.

"Qinglan," Li Qianxia put his hand on her shoulder, "Don't worry...forget it, bah bah bah, we can't make such a joke now."

"Hey, beauty!" Poison among the five soldiers suddenly said.

Li Qianxia looked over and saw that she had a strong sense of the word beauty.

"If you were asked to choose one of us, who would you choose?" Poison pointed at himself, Xiucai, Thigh, and Tank.
To be continued...