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

Chapter 982 This is his profession

If you are in peacetime, you might even hunt the sheep. When you are here, there is still a mind to go all the way to the front.

“There are no birds on the top, no beasts underneath, four squats, unpredictable, only to see the things in the day, the human bones are on the road.” The journey of the Eastern Jin Dynasty is said to be the journey of the snow group. Between the snowy mountains, walking at the foot of the snow-capped mountains, everything is small.

“Old Luo arrived.” After walking through a pile of weathered rocks, Xia Jinyuan saw four stones arranged neatly, and the smallest stone was facing the iceberg at an altitude of 6,000 meters.

The people who lead the way are very reliable. At the time of the civil war, Lao Luo first fled to China with his eldest son, and the iceberg was taken.

When I went back to pick up my wife and three children, I went to the iceberg. When I fled back to China, I went to the iceberg again. Two times and one time, four times in total, he was the most familiar with this road.

A group of seven people seemed to be sneaking away from the direction of the iceberg. The deeper the snow went deeper inside, and the lower reaches of the slope, the seven people were tied to the wooden snow, and all the way down the valley.

Ye Jane’s initial speed is very slow, the upper body is relaxed, the body’s center of gravity is forward, the pressure is downward, the knees are bent… The front is visible, the ski poles are backwards and the outer side…, they don’t need Xia Jinyuan to point them up, and they go straight up after they go up.

From above to below, Ye Jian is not proficient in the end. In the summer **** of Xia Jinjin, it is a few minutes later than the following members. It has not been drawn to the bottom. Suddenly, when seeing a few horses in the snow, they bowed their forefoot from time to time… …horse? How can there be a horse!

Xia Jinyuan raised his eyebrows and kept his head in the back. He whizzed past her, and another beautiful maneuver stopped at the side of a nomad.

This is their guide Lao Luo, Lao Luo is a Tajik, seeing Xia Jinjin immediately open his arms, unlike the elders, but like brothers.

Without too much hot language, Lao Luo looked at Ye Jian and pointed to the seven horses he brought. “If you can tell me earlier, I will prepare another horse.”

“No, it’s very good!” He also came with a horse that could walk on the iceberg, so that Xia Jinyuan was pleasantly surprised. There was no problem at all.

The pigeons turned over the horse early: “Hey, hey, take time to set off.” You must go to the night tonight, but in the early days of the sky, it’s better to catch up for a night.

After 6,000 altitudes, the snow-capped mountains are another country. At the end of October, the Wakhan Corridor is still sunny. The bad weather has not yet arrived. From day to night, it is snowing and slashing the knife-like snow that can hurt the face. The wind, so insist on entering the theater.

The special forces’ ability to withstand harsh environments is not something that ordinary soldiers can think of. They can stay in the snowy mountains for a year and a half, just like the locals.

At night, the horse could walk like a day, walking on a piece of gray stone that was not covered by heavy snow, and the two legs were frozen to numbness, waiting for the blood to come to the heart, and still with coldness.

People can’t rest, horses can’t rest, and horses ride during the day to narrow the whole day and night to no more than 20 hours.

Ye Jian walked in the middle from the very beginning. Until now, at 4 o’clock in the morning, she was still in the middle. The thighs were wrapped in the old Luozhuang fur, and then the straps were tied. I pulled out one foot from the snow and went out. Pull out one foot and go out, so that you can rest for less than half an hour.

(End of this chapter)