Seeing that Ye Jian had not moved, the young instructor was a little restless, took off his training hat and scratched his head at a loss, and said, "Are you okay? I...I don't know how to comfort people. Why don't you talk to the political commissar?"

Picking up the walkie-talkie in the car, the instructor was ready to contact the political commissar with a serious look on his face. Ye Jian raised his hand and grabbed the wire of the walkie-talkie, raised his head from the steering wheel, and smiled and said, "I'm fine, it's the first time I'm passing through the artillery fire, and I'm a little shocked."

"Hey, it's okay. Ours is a very small simulation practice, not the kind of large-scale practical combat, all kinds of simulation subjects." The instructor smiled a lot deeper when he heard this. He glanced at his comrades who had gotten off the bus one after another, and said to Ye Jian: "Get out of the bus, get off, get off the bus, get off, and leave in about two hours."

Getting out of the car, he sat under the tree and rested with the instructor. Both of them were sweating. They were so tired that they didn't want to talk to each other after getting off the bus one night and nearly an hour of simulation. They looked at each other. The instructor saw that the little girl in front of her was a little tired, but her eyes were bright and energetic, and couldn't help but smile bitterly: "I, a big man, have less energy than you and a little girl."

"Ye Jian, you are planning to apply for the military academy. You will go to the front line troops when you come out."

Military academy students are directly assigned to the army after graduation, and the direction they choose is also determined by the school. The army stipulates that students do not have the right to choose independently.

However, if the individual is very professional, the leader will usually ask the students’ intentions and then arrange the allocation reasonably.

Students like Ye Jian who have excellent quality before entering the school will definitely have many troops to recruit them after graduation. In contrast, Ye Jian can put forward his own intentions and make choices.

But this kind of thing is too far from her, so I have to say something else if I can get into a military academy. So I smiled and said, "I have to get into a military academy. I will see how to arrange it at that time. I still like the front line troops."

The front-line troops are not certain divisions, but certain special forces.

Any unit will ultimately serve the war, while the special forces are the pioneers in the troops, and can perform tasks at any time and engage in fierce wars.

Ye Jian’s goal is to join the special forces, grow up in war, and hone in war. Only in this way can he live up to Grandpa Gen, and Uncle Chen’s cultivation of her will last forever!

"It's hard for the troops on the front line, but it's a waste if you don't enter the front line." The young instructor sighed a little, leaned his head against the tree trunk and closed his eyes. His unremarkable facial features showed the hardness of the soldiers. Although he was tired, he was mighty and upright. "Take a quick time to rest. Now the training is not half over. If you don't have a good rest, it will affect the second half of the training."

Ye Jian didn't feel very tired. Training like this can always stimulate her adrenaline, making her whole body still excited and not sleepy at all.

If you don’t have sleepiness, you have to force yourself to rest. Ye Jian leaned against the tree and covered her training hat on her face. She raised her head like other soldiers, and used her hat to block the sunlight and closed her eyes to rest.

There was still smoke in the mountains, and it would soon dissipate with the wind under the steep mountains. More than 20 soldiers entered a short rest. Political Commissar Yan, who was walking with him, said a few words to the same soldier who was slightly injured on his arm, patted the soldier's shoulder and came to look for Ye Jian.
Chapter completed!