I had a half-hour break because the horse was disobedient.

They were not the most difficult road. Lao Luo climbed icebergs four times back and forth. He took off his gloves and grabbed the snow and put them in his mouth. His tongue was frozen and stiff, which also stimulated his brain to wake up.

"You're here to arrive!" At seven o'clock in the morning, when a ray of light shone out on the edge of the sky, Lao Luo, who was standing on the hillside of the iceberg, laughed and said, "It's still the same road I walked four years ago. The weather is very cold and I haven't encountered snow at night."

Once it snows at night, marching with strong winds and heavy snow will only be slower.

Seeing the winding road below, Xia Jinyuan's black eyes tightened slightly, "Winning down with one go, rushing to the bottom of the mountain for an hour to rest."

Choose the most difficult thing, just because their identities are all illegal mercenaries! Just because they cannot be exposed and cannot let the country they guard against have a trace of stain.

From 11:40 noon to 7:00 am now, we traveled through the iceberg at an altitude of 6,000 meters to reach our destination for 20 hours.

Lao Luo did not go back, and he went to a Tajik family to rest. Except for Ye Jian, who only shook hands and said "Thank you", all the members of the Snowland Brigade gave the forty-three-year-old brother a warm hug.

Eighty-four hours after K7 was captured, the members of the Snowland Brigade changed into the clothes of locals in this country of war and drove a jeep towards the desert.

From the snow-capped mountains to the desert, this is their journey of battle!

Arriving at Registan was just in the early morning of the sixth day of K7 being captured. The seven people could not tell that they were personal. They could even take a layer of dust into their hair.

Registan, the arid plateau area in the southwest, is a desert and a sandy ridge. There is also a desert plain in the middle, with no vegetation or rain.

It was four o'clock in the morning on the sixth day that Ye Jian was separated from the members of the Snowland Brigade. She jumped into a truck and entered the ST Mercenary Corps, leaving the Snowland Brigade with a slender and fearless back.

"Ye Jian, she is a good soldier."

The pigeon said softly, with a faint light of water at the corner of his eyes, and the trip was filled with unpredictable unknown dangers, and she went there without a trace of hesitation.

His low voice fell into the ears of the rest of his comrades, and they looked up at Xia Jinyuan who was standing among them.

"What do you think I'm doing?" Xia Jinyuan withdrew his gaze, and a cold light flashed through the sun. He was so handsome that he quickly ordered, "Z7, establish communication, and make more yellow explosives with the blasting hand. G3, go to the market with me, and beware of the rest."

He was worried about Ye Jian, but he still needed Ye Jian to step into the ST.

It was only dawn, but the desert seemed to be in the dark, with no vibrant green, only invisible desolation.

The fine sand and dust blew over in the wind. Ye Jian blinked slightly, then raised his hand and rubbed the eyes of the sand.

She is now a local nomad in Helmand and was sold to the ST mercenary by her family through money transactions, and officially became the lowest-level person of the ST mercenary.

Wearing a white gauze dress, wrapped in a headscarf of the same color, holding the baked naan that had just been baked to give to those mercenaries from countries that cannot be found. On the tenth hour of the ST mercenaries, Ye Jian had already started his work at five o'clock that day.

The low adobe house is much more square than the adobe house in Bafang, and it is like a cage in Ye Jian's eyes.
Chapter completed!