The wind blowing past the cliff was whistling loud; Ye Jian, who was crawling on the roof, couldn’t hear the conversation going on in the carriage, she shifted bit by bit, and everyone, with two searchlights illuminating her figure, every time she crawled forward would cause the carriage to make a shaking sound, causing everyone standing to feel their heartstrings tense up.
“Crawl slower, spread out your weight, you must keep steady.” The Tibetan soldier reminded occasionally, he was, of course, afraid the carriage would lose balance, and when that time came, the still-living people would fall down the cliff.
Ye Jian nodded her head gently; after taking in a deep breath, she shifted bit by bit towards the edge of the carriage.
The carriage’s axle started shrieking ‘k-chink k-chink’, even if the sound was extremely quiet, it seemed extremely clear when it reached their ears, hearing a sound like that, even their heartbeats would miss several beats from the panic.
“I can’t bear to watch.” Liu Yuan, who raised her hand to cover her eyes, said with a trembling voice, then turned around and faced her back towards the car; she also covered both her ears and was afraid she’ll hear some terrible sounds.
Wei Jiayue stood there for a while longer and watched the girl who was several times greater than them, who had made all the male soldiers feel concerned for her; closing in on the edge of the carriage, she pursed her lips and silently turned around.
“Already moved to the edge, half her head is out of the carriage.” She spoke quietly and could only hear Liu Yuan draw in a furious breath of cold air, being shocked by that female soldier’s courage.
A female soldier who wasn’t afraid to die, this was their first time seeing one.
The cold stars adorned the skies, the Northern wind along the way also whistled loudly, the wind blew across the mountain range that had stood here for who knows how many years, like an army of soldiers crossing the border, the wind had gave rise to a chill that was hidden in the hearts of the marching men.
Marching through the highlands in a snowy night was something normal for the members of the Elite Platoon, they would have a snow-marching exercise every year, they would depart on the first day’s sunrise, then march till the next day’s sunrise, they would only take short breaks along the way, then they’d continue on their journey.
They had calculated this time, the patrol helicopter had also delivered them to Kudi supply station when the supply station heard they were also joining in on the rescue operation, they were so happy they immediately requested for another truck, after waiting for three hours, they had finally managed to get their truck and hopped right on, without even needing a guide, Xia Jinyuan personally took the wheel and drove towards Mazar pass.
“This speed, only our Q King dared to drive this fast, and only we dared to get on board!” Han Zheng, whose body was shaking with the car as though he sat on a spring, said while his head moved around and kept a baffling smile on his face the entire way as he conversed with his comrades.
G3 glanced at him several times, each time, he wanted to ask what he was smiling at to smile like that, but whenever he saw Z7’s face that dearly wanted them to ask, he had very patiently suppressed his urge to ask.
The baffling smile on Z7’s face only appeared after Q King was informed of the Art Troupe’s name list; in that case, the reason he smiled like he craved a beating must be because of that name list.
Could it be there’s a female soldier he fancied in the Art Troupe? That’s why he had been smiling the whole way?
That possibility exists!
In that case, G3 decided not to ask at all; he was the only one in the truck who had a confirmed relationship and had a girlfriend he’s going to marry next year; everyone else were bachelors. Q King didn’t pick the comrades who were married or had girlfriends; he too wouldn’t even have been picked, only because his driving skills were quite good; that’s why he had been picked.
Disregarding Han Zheng’s smile, he even started humming a tune, and it seems like he was going to see his beloved girl even more.
G3 bumped shoulders with V8, then raised his chin towards Han Zheng, who was seated across him; he whispered: “I’m afraid there’s someone he’s acquainted within the Art Troupe, that’s why that smile on his face hadn’t died down.”
