The Military Female Soldier With Unwavering Stubbornness

Hearing the voices of her loved ones, Ye Jian's mood was as peaceful as a starry sky, "You should also take care of your body and don't work too hard. I have troops to take care of you, so don't worry about your grandfather."

"Don't worry, don't worry, you child has always known how to take care of yourself. It's just that you are too strong, three points stronger than the male soldiers. This needs to be changed a little bit. We are not sloppy during training, and we must rest well when we rest , Only when you have enough energy can you train better."

Principal Chen, who came out of the army, said he was not worried, and every word he said was admonishing, because he was afraid that Ye Jian would be too strong and hurt himself instead.

Ye Jian, who was pursing her lips and smiling, stared deeply at the starry sky with a deep smile in her black eyes, and quietly listened to her elder Chunchun's instructions. The time ticked away for nearly ten minutes.

"The admission notice has been received, and the village head said that my uncle with the same root told me to celebrate. Everyone in the village knows that there is a champion in Shuikou Village, and some parents have come here specially to buy the old textbooks you left behind. .”

When talking about the village affairs, Principal Chen's smile deepened, "It's a good thing you don't have a photo. My uncle said if you had a photo, they would be taken back and pasted on the children's bookcase."

Ye Jian also laughed. She was in Provincial No. 1 Middle School at the time, and Teacher Tong kept all the test papers and textbooks she had passed. Some students left with two big boxes for books and test papers. There are no books or a single test paper.

"I didn't disturb your grandpa with the same root, did you? If someone always comes over, you might as well live in the army for a while." The brows were quiet. Ye Jian lost the vigor of training during the day, just like ordinary girls who have traveled far away from home. It reveals the attachment to "home".

"After receiving your notice, we went to live in the army for a week before coming back. Under your influence, several high school graduates in our village plan to serve in the army. Even Ye Ying, who has a heart condition, said that she wants to be a soldier. Art soldiers."

When Ye Ying was mentioned, Principal Chen even lost his expression by three points, "Your aunt said that Ye Ying asked to be an art soldier in the Beijing Political Troupe, and after handing in the files, she is waiting to join the army..."

Ye Ying wants to be a literary soldier? is it possible?

Hearing this, Ye Jian chuckled directly, "We all know that she has a heart attack and has a black file for military training. Wouldn't it be fun to be a literary soldier in the Beijing political group?"

After chatting about Ye Zhifan's family, they brought it up. Whether Ye Ying can be regarded as a literary soldier or not, it has no effect on Ye Jian.

If she really joins the army, Ye Jian feels that she has another crime of accepting bribes from Ye Zhifan.

The news about Ye Ying becoming an art soldier had been widely spread in the village, and it even overshadowed Ye Jian's entrance into the military academy. Sun Dongqing swept away the gloom before, and talked about her daughter's entry into the army beaming everywhere she went.

At this time, Ye Jian was already sitting on the helicopter, holding a sniper rifle, aiming at the floating objects on the sea surface to complete the unstable high-altitude platform sniping.

"Frogmen often use helicopters to capture platforms in the sea, and snipers need to jump into the sea to support the team after completing the sniper target. Now they are 57 meters away from the sea and 241 meters away from the target. ..."

As Li Jinnian reported a series of precise figures, Ye Jian, who was wearing a diving suit and didn't even have any oxygen equipment, squatted halfway at the door of the helicopter cabin, holding the sniper rifle with both hands, as cold as a black man covered in frost. Aim at the floating target on the sea surface, calculate the wind difference, air current and other influences in your mind, put your slender finger on the trigger, one, two, three... Precise sniping!

"Bang!" The object on the surface of the sea was smashed into pieces by a NATO-made 7.62 bullet.

Good night, sleep, check the typo tomorrow morning.