The Military Female Soldier With Unwavering Stubbornness

Chapter 4293, they are coming.

Ye Jian knows that the guy who wants her to go to the storm commando has more sea anemones. The heavy machine gun has not assembled the leaf, and she will let go of the meal in her hand. Let the anemone go back and leave her a dish, wait for her. Go ahead and go to work.

The heavy machine gun was removed by her, and she was responsible for the dismantling.

Hungry is indeed hungry, as Yang Heng said that he can eat when he is hungry.

At this time, it was already at 12 noon in Libya. Li Lannian received the Miao Commissioner’s return to the camp and opened the truck. For the sake of safety, the Miao Commissioner did not take the co-pilot, but the two ghosts were responsible for driving. The rest They are all sitting in the carriage.

Yang Heng, who had taken the kettle, finished half a bottle in one breath, and there was a mouthful to swallow in the future. A male soldier who came to pick them up and smiled: "It’s very hungry. After going back, the grass didn’t eat, and the green vegetables were there.”

"Cough and cough..."

The water that was not swallowed broke into the throat, and Yang Heng’s face turned red. After coughing for a while, he wiped the water stains on the corners of his mouth. He said: “Just kidding, make a joke.”

If you talk about it, you won’t know it all.

When the talking prawns looked at his face, he guessed what he was thinking. Lang Lang smiled and said: "We were hungry to eat grass at the time. This grass is good, it is still delicious."

They did not eat less when training.

What does Yang Heng say? I can only laugh.

Seeing his embarrassment, the prawn did not say anything more, the translation face was thin, the friendship was not so deep, and the jokes were also adequate.

The prawn did not say that Yang Heng’s heart was relieved. With the special forces, he was somewhat restrained. Unlike Ye Jian, he could be with them. At first glance, he was a comrade.

Ye Jian... I don’t know how she is.

Yang Heng glanced at the captain of the special forces who was sitting with the Miao Commissioner. He bent down slightly and walked over the shoulders of the three doctoral students.

When he moved, Li Yinian’s sight had already fallen over. Seeing this, he also stretched out his hand.

The car was swaying, even if Yang Yong Lima, who had moved over his body, was clenched, and he sat down firmly.

He asked about the situation of Ye Jian.

When Li Yinian heard that he mentioned Ye Jian's real name, his eyes were sharp for a few seconds, so that Yang Heng instantly felt his sight like a scalpel like to dissect him inside and out.

Against such a stressed line of sight, Yang Heng whispered: "We used to study in the same high school. My parents almost recognized her as a daughter. Ye Jian didn't agree with my parents."

It turned out to be the case.

Although the eyes are still indifferent, Li Xinnian took back the sharpness in his sight. To Yang Hengdao: "She is very good, now in the camp."

A little bit, and said: "You can't mention her after going back, thank you."

"It's okay, nothing is fine." Yang Heng gently slammed the gas, and the heavy stone finally landed. He nodded gently. "I know, I won't say it."

All the way, silent, listening to the car "rumbling" voice, shaking Yang Heng himself did not know how to sleep.

The most beautiful coastline in Nieki, the washed sky, the blue sea, the waves rolled out of the white spray, and several seabirds swept through the sea, and quickly flew high, far away, a transport plane flew away. Farther away.

There were several gangsters in the upturned waves that chased the three sides of the floating sea in two directions. They also dragged a tail behind them, which was the last battle bag that was dropped.

(End of this chapter)