Now, it is like clearing the fog and seeing the moon bright.

yes.

The Snowland Brigade is not a unit that can be promoted by gangsters. Those who really want to live a life of scammers will never be able to sneak in through the back door.

It is impossible to get in if you feel life is long.

Since it was not through the back door, Bluebird, like them, all rely on their own strength to enter the team and become a qualified special forces soldier by relying on their strength.

I vaguely heard the sounds of several veterans talking. Looking up, I saw that the veterans were all slightly bent when they spoke due to the height of the blue bird, including their captain.

That inadvertent action allowed them to see the veterans' tolerance for the blue bird, and they also admired it.

Does the blue bird that is admired by veterans still need to go through the back door?

No need at all!

When they came over, they directly destroyed 30 soldiers who were all selected by various troops to come up. Do such blue birds still need to go to the back door?

No need at all!

"It's much better than us, so we can get the admiration of the veterans. Look at us, we don't even dare to get close to the fire, and she, who just carried the corpse with us, had a more flexible movement than us. This shows that her psychological quality is much better than us."

"Stop talking about the words "Blue Bird's walk on the back door" is embarrassing."

After finishing his statement on the 26th, several intern soldiers around who were looking forward to leaving the division were silent.

The night on the border is very quiet, so quiet that the breathing of comrades beside them can be heard. It is recognized by the veterans. Some of the intern soldiers sit quietly, while others lie flat on their backs. Although their faces are relaxed, there is still a deep feeling after the war deep in their pupils.

The first time I killed an enemy, the first time I dripped my hands, the first time I saw someone lying beside me, the first time I stepped on the bloody ground with my feet, and the first time I faced death... Every time I gave them countless emotions.

Ye Jian, who sat down, looked at them and seemed to see himself back then.

With a sigh, he said to the veteran who exuded a faint smell of iodine wine on his body: "They are a bit like me now, but they are many times better than me back then."

"I was facing death for the first time. I was very calm and didn't think much about it, but I had nightmares for several nights before I slowly recovered."

After all, she was a special forces soldier who had been systematically trained. She was a little confused when she was studying while training.

Although they are silent now, they do not feel confused because they know very well what they do for.

z7 looked at the trainee soldiers sitting far away, only with faint fire light, and did not agree with what Ye Jian said, "You were very awesome back then, and the first appearance shocked us."

"Yes, the first time I worked with you was in Tongzhou. At that time, I was still wondering whether you would succeed or not to be a drag. The facts proved that I was very wrong. It was so successful that my chin was almost shocked."

Bai He recalled his first collaboration back then, and he still remembered it fresh. "After I came back, I told Pigeon and the others, but they didn't believe it, and thought I made up stories to tease them."

Speaking of the first time working with Ye Jian, more than a dozen veterans had endless things to say. Now the intern soldier is under the watchdog of Qing. They sit and chat, and it feels quite good.

Xia Jinyuan reported the news about their return to China. He came to see the veterans chatting around their girlfriends, and took big steps to walk over and sit down and chat.
Chapter completed!