The Military Female Soldier With Unwavering Stubbornness

After taking the photo, Dan Yi did not leave immediately, but reluctantly said a few words to the men who dragged Ye Jian and the others out. It seemed to be squeezed out from between the teeth, revealing a cold twist.

Several men nodded when they heard the words, expressing their understanding.

When leaving, Dan Yi stared deeply at the three Chinese female soldiers with hated eyes, and then clenched the camera and left.

Her departure made Liu Le's tensed body instantly slump, and she felt that she had escaped the disaster again.

No one cared about the tears of the female soldiers. After taking the photo, they quickly put the hoods on the heads of the three of them, and then dragged them back to the dungeon with the same barbaric behavior.

As the iron gate slammed shut, Liu Le fell to the ground softly as if drained, and she was breathing heavily from the dungeon.

Ye Jian moved closer to her, comforted Liu Le with her body silently, and told her not to be afraid, everything would pass. Zhou Yijin also approached Liu Le, and just squeezed and comforted her.

Perhaps the comfort of his comrade-in-arms played a role, and Liu Le, who was trembling all over his body, finally relaxed, and gradually he stopped moving, and even the gasping sound subsided.

Her calmness made Ye Jian's tense heart relaxed for a short time. She wrote stroke by stroke with her fingers on the back of Liu Le's hand. She was afraid that she would not know what she wrote. Ye Jian wrote very, very slowly, just like that. Word by word was written on the back of Liu Le's hand, allowing her to relax more.

"I will protect you, don't be afraid."

After writing this sentence, Ye Jian wrote another sentence, "There are still our people outside, and they will definitely return to the army safely."

In less than thirty words, Ye Jian wrote at least ten minutes. Liu Le did not guess all the words, but he guessed more than half of them, which was enough to dispel more than half of her fears.

After about ten minutes, someone brought water and bread. They didn't give Ye Jian and the other three loose bangs. They only took off the headgear and forced it to feed them. They said "eat" in a rough voice.

Ye Jian, who didn't know how long she had been hungry, did not refuse to stuff the water and bread into her mouth. Even if she bit down on the bread, it contained finely gritty sand and tongue-grinding soil, and Ye Jian ate it one bite at a time.

Ye Jian didn't waste the bread and water with sand and mud added, but Zhou Yijin and Liu Le couldn't make it.

Hearing the sound of vomiting, Ye Jian, whose mouth was stuffed with bread, only said the word "eat". Before she could say the rest, she was punched hard in the stomach. The Burmese man who was feeding her bread used a blunt punch. The weird mandarin threatened: "Don't talk, shut up! Otherwise, you will starve to death!"

His fist used a lot of strength, the pain came from the abdomen instantly, the pain nerves in the whole body seemed to be affected, the pain made Ye Jian's back bow, she did not speak, and there was no way to speak any more, the other party savagely The whole bread was forcibly stuffed into her mouth, and it was difficult to even chew it, and there was no way she could speak.

Ye Jian's being beaten made Zhou Yijin angry and angry. She knew that she had implicated Ye Jian. Seeing this, even if she didn't want to eat it, it was obvious that someone had stepped on the originally fluffy bread into a cake-like bread. Holding back the vomit, he swallowed it into his throat.