The Military Female Soldier With Unwavering Stubbornness

The wind blowing on the cliff made a "woo-woo" sound. Ye Jian, who was crawling all over her body, didn't hear the voices in the carriage, and moved bit by bit. Everyone, only the left and right sides had their eyes cleared. The light illuminated her figure, and every time she crawled, there was a tremor in the carriage, which made everyone standing there tense their heartstrings.

"Climb slowly, the focus will spread, and you must be steady." The Tibetan soldier occasionally reminded him that he was naturally afraid that the carriage would become unbalanced and that the living people would fall off the cliff together.

Ye Jian nodded lightly, took another deep breath and moved towards the edge of the carriage little by little.

The wheel axle of the carriage made a "creaking" sound, even though the sound was extremely soft, it fell into the ears very clearly, and listening to such a sound even made the heart skip a few beats.

"I don't dare to look at it." Liu Yuan, who raised her hands half covered, said tremblingly, then turned her back to the car, and covered her ears for fear of hearing bad sounds.

Wei Jiayue stood for a while longer, seeing the female soldier who was so many times stronger than them and whom all the male soldiers present approached the edge of the carriage, she pursed her lips and turned around silently.

"It's moved to the far side, and half of her head is poking out of the carriage." She said softly, and then she heard Liu Yuan gasp, shocked by the courage of the female soldier.

It was the first time they had seen such a female soldier who was not afraid of sacrifice.

The sky is dotted with cold stars, and the north wind whistles along the road. It blows from the mountains that have stood for an unknown number of years. It is like thousands of soldiers and horses passing through the border. The people who walk there feel trembling when they blow.

Snowy night marches on the plateau are a common thing for the members of the Snowland Brigade. Every year they have snowy moon march training. They start at dawn on the first day and go to dawn on the second day. leave.

This time it was settled, and the patrol plane sent them to the Kuda military depot. When the depot learned that they were also rescuers, they were so happy that they immediately dispatched another truck. After waiting for three hours, they finally waited for the truck and jumped on the truck. There is no need for a car guide, and Xia Jinyuan will drive directly to Mazha Daban.

"At this speed, only our King Q dares to drive, and only we dare to sit!" Han Zheng, who was jolted to the point where he was sitting on a spring, was shaking his head and talking, maintaining an inexplicable smile and talking with his comrades the whole time. We communicate.

G3 glanced at him several times, and every time he wanted to ask him what he was smiling, he had to smile so frightenedly, but every time he looked at the picture of Z7 who was waiting for you to ask, he patiently endured it.

The inexplicable smile on Z7's face started when King Q knew the names of the names of the art troupe's specific list, so the reason for his inexplicable smile was this list.

Could it be that there is a female soldier he likes in the art troupe? So laughed all the way?

This possibility exists!

So, G3 didn't ask at all, he was the only one in the car to confirm the relationship, the girlfriend who planned to get married next year, and the rest were bachelors. King Q didn't choose married ones and comrades-in-arms who had a crush on him. He wouldn't have picked them at first, but he chose them only because his driving skills were not bad.

Han Zheng suppressed his laughter by himself, humming a song, and the more he looked at it, the more he felt like he was meeting his beloved girl.

G3 touched V8's shoulder, raised his chin towards Han Zheng, and said in a low voice, "As long as there are acquaintances he knows in the art troupe, the smile on his face never stops."