The dagger in his hand was still stained with flowing blood, and the sharp blade instantly pierced into the opponent's heart. He twisted the knife handle so that the tip of the knife that was sank into the heart could still stir.

"Ah..." The sharp scream became the last note on the battlefield. Xia Jinyuan kept fixing the opponent's mind with his iron arms, and then wrapped his legs to his chest to lock his arms that could struggle. Even if he heard the screams in the mercenary's mouth, it did not make him feel soft.

These people should be killed!

Xia Jinyuan maintained a squeezing and killing posture, and the target was swept from the initial fierce struggle to the weak resistance, until the "huff" in his throat disappeared. Xia Jinyuan calmly let go of his hands and feet.

He stood up, and the entire bush was centered around him, like a hurricane passing through, and some of the bushes were pulled out even their roots.

"Ye Jian." He sang, his voice calm, and walked over step by step with a mountain calmness until he came to the fighting center like a hurricane. In the dim light, Xia Jinyuan found Ye Jian with a sudden breath.

She was sitting against the tree, her slender body became one with the tree and the night. If it weren't for the sound of breathing, he wouldn't have noticed her.

Go closer, get closer, and then slowly bent down, half-squatted and looked at her side, "How is it? Do you have the strength to stand up again?"

Both of them had a strong smell of rust. Ye Jian blinked his eyes and looked at the man with bright eyes in the darkness. He raised the corners of his mouth and smiled, "It's all okay, but I'm just a little exhausted."

Yes, the voice was very stable, no trembling, no fear, and no panic. It was better than fighting in Pakistan last time.

Xia Jinyuan, who was originally facing her, adjusted his position, sat down shoulder by shoulder with Ye Jian, reached out to put her shoulders, put her head on her shoulders, and then hugged her shoulders tightly, "Resting for a while, it's good to be efficient. We took an hour and a half from the first goal to the end."

"You are calculating the time." Ye Jian took a deep breath, and then he vomited it slowly, "You can still calculate the time, I have been thinking about how to solve the problem of the other party."

Xia Jinyuan smiled and said softly and gently: "I have time in my heart, and I can tell without calculating." Turning his head, his handsome nose rubbed against her hairline, and asked her again, "Are you injured anywhere?"

"This year, my arm was very tragic and very difficult. It was just right, and it scratched again, hurting my right arm." Ye Jian raised his head and put his lips on her forehead, "What about you, is there anything wrong?"

At this moment, even the mountain wind was quiet, the sound of crickets rang again, and the frightened birds returned to their nests. Except for the blood in the air, everything was so quiet and leisurely.

Xia Jinyuan kissed her forehead lightly. In this second, he could feel Ye Jian taking the initiative to approach him and holding his heart in front of him. She looked for support in him and also let him find support in her.

He said that through the smoke of war in the battlefield of life and death, is this kind of relationship more unforgettable than the relationship between love and love?

Not...whether, it's...it's true.

Such love can be thrilling in the smoke of gunpowder, or it can be as light as clear waters and clear mountains when leisure is free, and it will not become dull with time. It will only make you more and more tacit understanding when you get along, and make yourself more and more supportive for each other and rely on each other.
Chapter completed!