Reborn at Boot Camp: General, Don’t Mess Around!

Chapter 342 is driving a fighter to see you.

After the baggage was placed, Xia Jinyuan took out a map and looked carefully. They looked at the military maps, which were extremely detailed and quite accurate.

Gently pat the finger from above, pull out the pen, and write a few places on the paper where the leaf snail might go.

“Hey, you know a little? So fast? Who told you?” G3 spoke from behind him, took a pen from the office desk and crossed it on the map. “This is a mission, from the east. 77°28′～79°05′, the north latitude 38°25′～39°22′ of the Maijiao hair, wearing the entire Taklimakan desert, reaching the east longitude 86°45′-93°45′, the north latitude 36°—41° What is the 23’s. What is the specific… model, the highest secret!”

Choosing the desert is like the US 51 district, except for confidentiality or confidentiality.

Xia Jinyuan picked up the map and slowly turned to look at G3. The eyebrows were lightly raised. “G3, I said that I haven’t pulled the flight training from the plateau. It was here waiting for us.”

“Don’t look at me like this, I know it. The Snowy Brigade is always at the forefront. You should know on the day of joining. Everything is our priority.” G3 smiled and the voice was full of dumb voices. Proud, “Meeting, starting three days later.”

All the soldiers of the Snowy Brigade are all-powerful, and the fighters, tanks, and even the maritime operations need to be gated.

“Be loyal to the motherland, surpass yourself, challenge the limits, and fight to win” This is the slogan of the Snowy Brigade!

At seven o’clock, the snow team B AC team meeting, not the outside meeting room, but the underground meeting room, open electromagnetic shielding, and tracking unknown sources of radio waves, in case the meeting content is eavesdropped.

Xia Jinyuan’s line of sight casts on the screen, watching the red laser point sweep from the sky and flight path that the fighter needs to pass, and the thin lip has a slight smile.

He and his little fox… really have a chance to meet in the same place across thousands of miles.

Three days later, when Xia Jinyuan started, Ye Jianzheng was burning on the hot sand by the sun. The long yellow sand was the scenery she had seen this month. Apart from the yellow sand that danced all over the sky, what I saw occasionally was Cactus in the desert.

She is now in the Taklimakan Desert and is the golden season for crossing the Taklimakan Desert. What she needs is not to go through the desert, but to train here.

As President Chen said, he took her across the plateau, through the desert, across the plains, across the jungle, and now they are carrying out desert training, time is uncertain, and when they want to leave, they can immediately go.

The golden beauty of Populus euphratica leaves is not in the eyes of Ye Jian. Her eyes are in a golden world, and the hidden Chan Principal slams.

The camel’s rattles came from the sand dunes, and Ye Jian looked through the sights toward the front, and saw a group of desert explorers carrying their bags, turning over the sand dunes and slowly coming towards them.

Hetian River, their goal is the Hetian River behind her.

The Hetian River is one of the three major sources of the Chinese Tarim River. It originates from the Kunlun Mountains and the Karakorum Mountains. It flows into the Tarim Basin in the north, passes through the Taklimakan Desert, and flows into the Tarim River.

Ye Jane began to wriggle in the yellow sand with her own body. She did not get up. Once she got up to avoid these travelers, the hidden headmaster Chen would not hesitate to “shoot.”

(End of this chapter)