The Military Female Soldier With Unwavering Stubbornness

The dagger in his hand was still stained with flowing blood, and the sharp blade pierced into the opponent's heart in an instant. Twisting the handle of the knife allowed the tip of the knife that had sunk into the heart to still stir.

"Ah..." The sharp scream became the last note of this battle. Xia Jinyuan used his iron arms to fix the opponent's mind, and then wrapped his legs around the opponent's chest to lock his struggling arms. Even hearing the screams from the mercenary's mouth did not soften his heart.

These people should be killed!

Xia Jinyuan maintained the posture of cutting and killing, and entangled the target from the initial fierce struggle to powerless resistance, until the sound of "hangchihangchi" in his throat disappeared, Xia Jinyuan calmly let go of his hands and feet.

He stood up, with himself as the center of the bushes, as if a hurricane had passed through, and some bushes had their roots pulled out.

"Ye Jian." He raised his voice, his voice was steady, and he walked step by step with a mountain-like calm, until he came to the center of the fight, which was also like a hurricane passing through. In the dim light, Xia Jinyuan heard the rapid breathing Sheng found Ye Jian.

She was sitting against the tree, her slender body became one with the tree and the night, if it wasn't for the sound of breathing, he wouldn't be able to spot her.

Approached, approached, and then slowly bent down, half-squatting and looking at her, "How is it? Do you have the strength to stand up again?"

Both of them exuded a strong smell of rust. Ye Jian blinked and looked at the man in the darkness with star-like eyes, raised the corners of his mouth, and smiled, "It's all okay, just a little exhausted."

Yes, the voice was very steady, without trembling, fear, or panic. It was even better than the previous battle in Pakistan.

Xia Jinyuan, who was originally facing her, adjusted his position, sat down shoulder to shoulder with Ye Jian, stretched out his arms to wrap her shoulders, let her head rest on his shoulders, and then hugged her shoulders tightly, " Take a break, the efficiency is good, from the first goal to the end, we spent an hour and a half."

"You're counting the time." Ye Jian took a deep breath, and then let it out slowly, "You can still count the time. I've been thinking about how to deal with the other party."

Xia Jinyuan smiled, and said lightly and gently: "If you have time in your heart, you don't need to calculate it to know." Turning his head, the tip of his handsome nose rubbed against her hairline, and asked her, "Is there any injury?"

"This year's arm is full of disasters. It just hurts, but I scratched again, hurting my right arm." Ye Jian raised his head and pressed his lips to her forehead, "How about you, are you alright?"

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

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

He said, going through the battle of life and death, is this kind of relationship more unforgettable than those romantic relationships?

Not...whether, but...really.

This kind of love can be thrilling in the smoke of gunpowder, and it can also be as light as water and clear mountains in leisure. .