Xia Jinyuan has always spoken to her calmly in order to make her calmer. When facing the questioning, her thin lips bent in a shallow curve and smiled: "Don't worry about weapons. Hou Zi has a hobby of collecting guns. He definitely has top-quality guns. We have weapons in southern provinces. As for weapons after going abroad, we will get them with other ways."

"Whether K7 needs to be rescued, it will take until 3:00 this afternoon. The four of us seem to be a mess, but they are actually connected with each other. For example, G3 has not contacted me now, which means K7 has not contacted him either."

If a person has no contact, it means that no one can contact him. No one wants his comrades to die, and no one wants to make his comrades worry about him. Therefore, everyone will find ways to contact his comrades and reassure his comrades.

Such contact information is concise and clear, and everyone abides by such rough contact rules. They have developed the habit of reporting their situation to their comrades at any time, and will not forget it.

"Now we should clean up the "snakes" you introduced to the southern province as soon as possible, and then, you can go back quickly to find K7." Ye Jian summarized all the matter in one sentence, and the last sentence was the top priority.

They are comrades-in-arms who have vowed each other, living and dying together, and never giving up. This is their life and death vow, which is just like a mark in the heart and will always be remembered in the heart.

With G3 together, the two of them took care of each other and returned to the battlefield together..., she felt a little relieved.

Ye Jian looked at the wardrobe and thought that he could not put on the military uniform he had retrieved, and his eyes were sour and unbearable.

Turning his head, tears flashed at the corners of his eyes, "I'll keep that military uniform... I'll keep it, wait for you to come back... put on it again, put on it upright!"

She felt sad, not the sadness of sorrow, but the trembling heart, and deeper sadness. She was sad because of his identity. Xia Jinyuan smiled softly, hugged her in his arms with his right arm, and gently comforted her with his warm and generous palms on her arm, "Silly fox, it will pass soon, and there will be no problem in everything."

"You must believe in us and our country. We will not give up on ourselves, and our country will not give up on us. A country cannot stand without defense, and the people cannot be at peace without soldiers. We are defense and soldiers. No one will give up on us, the group of soldiers."

His arms still made her feel at ease, and a faint mint breath flowed into her body little by little. His people and his breath were comforting her, allowing her to calm down.

Tears did not flow out from the corners of his eyes, Ye Jian forced himself back, looked up and looked at him firmly: "I have always believed in you, military uniforms, I will keep it for you, I just want to keep it for you. Because I got it back from the airport, I washed it! I can only keep it."

She was so serious that Xia Jinyuan felt thrilled. She wanted to comfort her, but now she wanted to love her hard.

Telling him that she had been waiting for him to come back, waiting for him to get his own military uniform from her hands. She wanted to see his safety with her own eyes, rather than knowing his safety through other channels.

He hugged her tightly in his arms, and with the strength of his right arm, he hid her all in his wings, and used the power in his arms to deeply express his throbbing at this moment, "Okay, I'll give it to you, to my current comrade-in-arms and future girlfriends."
Chapter completed!