"Bang!"

After the gunshot, the silver threads wrapped around her arm suddenly lost their strength, and the blood seemed to float into the snow wind, turning into blood and snow beads and falling on her face.

Everything, as the bodies of mercenaries from unknown countries fell down, Ye Jian ended the one-man fight.

The smell of blood was stronger than before. Ye Jian closed his eyes gently, took a long and deep breath.

After resting, I felt a burning pain on my back. I was thrown to the ground just now, and my back rubbed hard on the sharp rock beach, probably hurting my skin.

He took a deep breath and exhaled a long breath, as if he was exhaling all the blood that floated into his chest.

"Nothing, this is the path you choose, and it is also the only way." She murmured softly, adjusting her breathing and retracting the silver thread and wrapping it around her wrist, her face as calm as before.

The only way to go, you are good, they are evil!

As Xia Jinyuan said, soldiers are the last line of defense of the motherland. Fighting for the country and the people is a great righteousness and good fortune!

In front, the gunshots were particularly fierce. Ye Jian rushed to the tent of Uncle Ciza's house. The sound of bullets was like rubbing his scalp. After rushing to the entrance of the tent and shouting "Yangjin", he entered the tent after hearing the answer inside.

Yangjin heard the voice of a Han girl who came to stay at her home. She walked out of the dark and said quickly: "It's very dangerous outside, where are you going?"

What you can understand is "Where are you going?"

"Be careful, hide it! I'm going out." Ye Jian gently reminded Yang Jin, who was lying in a corner of the ground in his only learned Tibetan language, and picked up the sniper rifle left in the tent and headed towards the high point of the sniper.

Set the gun, close your eyes to the night vision sight, adjust the distance, and search for targets in a green world.

A man in a Tibetan suit broke into his sight, enlarged his focus, and then slowly aimed it. As the other party hid and retreated, he saw that the man in a Tibetan suit would occasionally cover his waist with his hands.

Xia Jinyuan once said that a high-ranking mercenary was injured. At this time, the Tibetan whom she found not only did not go into the tent to hide, but was looking for hidden places outside, which was already suspicious from the whereabouts.

But you can't just think that the other party has a problem with your own guess, and don't act immediately, turn off the red laser point, and just keep aiming at the other party with your sight.

Perhaps the herdsmen were brave enough, and no one ran out in panic even if the gunshots outside were loud.

In this area, they are soldiers who believe in military uniforms. In the eyes of herders, soldiers who guard the frontiers are their patron saints.

Countless Hadas are presented every year to show their enthusiasm and respect.

It is this kind of trust that makes them choose to stay in the tent and wait for the gunfire outside to pass.

The warriors fight for the sake of why they naturally fight for their motherland and the people they protect.

Every bullet fired is a manifestation of their fearlessness, a heroic battle that is not afraid of death.
Chapter completed!