The Military Female Soldier With Unwavering Stubbornness

The Harrier didn't sink his legs straight into the mud, because he stepped out with one leg, so half of his body was sinking into the mud. Sludge, with quicksand below, water and thin mud with fast and strong sinking force.

From discovering the situation to helping him in time, the mud covered the shoulders around Harrier's side, and he had to twist his neck and lean upwards in order to breathe normally.

It's no wonder that Xia Jinyuan and G3 shouted loudly. The Harrier's situation is in danger, and his life will be in danger if he delays one minute.

"Be careful of your footsteps behind! Don't get stuck at both ends! Be careful not to step back too much in the middle!"

"Strength! Come on, come on!"

The voices of Xia Jinyuan and G3 interlaced. The two of them pulled the muscles and ligaments of their arms to the point that they were about to break. They gritted their teeth and worked together with their comrades behind to pull the Harrier up.

Ye Jian shouted the rhythm, she was in the middle, just so that her comrades in the front and back could hear, every time she pulled it, her hoarse voice shouted in a deep voice: "One, two, one... Pull! One, two, one... …pull!"

It took more than ten minutes, and with the neat slogans of 121, he finally pulled the Harrier out of the mud. At this time, every Chinese special forces soldier was so tired that he seemed to have no strength to stand up. Now, sitting on top of the wet withered grass, gasping for breath.

Panting and panting, the eight of them looked at each other again, and after a few seconds they all laughed loudly.

The tenacious will, the spirit of never giving up, and the high degree of tacit understanding have achieved unprecedented harmony in this cold weather. The swamp is about fifteen kilometers away. After three hours, the Chinese team members who had brushed past the god of death several times finally managed to get out of the swamp and arrived at the last control station to receive the task within the specified time.

At 11:30 in the morning in Estonia, which is 4:30 in the afternoon of China's domestic time, the tireless screeching of Zhi Zhi, "Zhi, Zhi, Zhi," can be heard everywhere in cities in the north and in the south. He was also scorched by the scorching sun, and drooped down softly, waiting for night to catch his breath.

In a prison in the southern province, several bailiffs walked over with bats and pistols on their waists in neat steps.

This is a special trial, not a public trial.

Ye Zhifan, who had been in prison for several months, had a numb expression on his face. The prison guard took him out and he didn't ask anything. The bailiff took him to the court. , he did not lift his eyes lightly.

What else is there to ask and see?

After being detained for so long, there is only one possibility of being taken to court now.

When the judge listed his criminal evidence one by one, Ye Zhifan, whose hands and feet were tied, did not defend himself.

"Sentence to death, deprivation of political rights for life..."

The judge read out the final result, Ye Zhifan's hands shook lightly, the death penalty, he, he was sentenced to death.

Ye Jian, the daughter of Martyr Sun Xueqing, shielded Sun Yaozu, a red first-level wanted criminal, and used his position to open the door for Sun Yaozu, which not only made him proud in business, but also in smuggling and trafficking.

What else?

Oh, and he made a car accident that knocked his opponent into half-body paralysis, and at the same time used his connections to murder the veteran Principal Chen...

They were all found out, one by one, one by one, and even the person who worked for him at that time was arrested and testified in court, so there was no room for him to argue.

Good night, ten thousand changes tomorrow, ten thousand changes tomorrow, travel home, close your heart!

A little goblin asked me if I had ever celebrated Chinese Valentine's Day. Unfortunately, there has never been a Chinese Valentine's Day.