The Military Female Soldier With Unwavering Stubbornness

The nearly 150 text messages were divided into two pieces before they were sent. Then, Wang Rui re-forwarded several of them, but all high school classmates who had mobile phones received Wang Rui's text messages.

The pipa and the string went first, and Ye Jian, who once again held the sword and danced for a long time, started the "House of Flying Daggers", still dancing for the sacrificed comrades in arms, and the sadness remained the same.

And Wang Rui's mobile phone text message reminded "Didi Di Di" kept ringing, Wang Rui sent a message "Ye Jian's performance starts, talk later" to the three classmates who responded the fastest. I didn't pay attention.

She has not yet entered the blissful state, it is just a prelude, she has already been attracted by the old classmate's sword dance.

Not only Wang Rui, but also the host Jing Yi, the teacher from Hunan University who was watching, and more than 1,300 military training students were all attracted by the dancing figures on the field.

The song became an accompaniment, no longer the main venue. The real main venue was the figure in the center of the stage holding a sword and dancing. The tense atmosphere of the sword was drawn and the cold light slammed into the face. The long sword was in the air, and the two armies fought endlessly until the blood flowed into rivers...

There are many swords and shadows, murderous aura, battles on the battlefield, generals entering the expedition, soldiers charging, defending our country!

kill! war!

Blood splattered and roared.

"Forcing the mountains to be full of anger is unparalleled in the world, the times are unfavorable, and I will not die, and I will not die..."

Some people cried, and the tears fell, some people were stunned, their hearts were trembling, some people put their wrists to their mouths and clenched their teeth, suppressing the tears in their eyes, and some people closed their eyes, too sad to dare to stop. Take a second look.

A long flute suddenly came, and the long and distant sound of the flute brought everyone's emotions into another time and space, an era when one second was singing and dancing, the next second when long guns were fighting, accompanied by erhu, the voice was sad, and then there were The dancer's sword galloped, so that the students who were trying to suppress their tears could no longer hold back... tears rushed out.

The sound of the pipa suddenly came up, and when the final battle was over, when the last general died but did not regret it, the sound of the string was tragic and mournful for the generals and soldiers who died in battle.

The dancing figures in the arena seemed to lose their strength gradually, from abrupt to desolate, because...the general was dead, and the people were crying...

The sound of the pipa gradually fell, and there was a murmur of zheng. It was a girl who played the melodious guzheng. It was no longer "House of Flying Daggers", but "Spring Flowers and Autumn Moon".

When Ye Jian retracted the long sword, the melodious zheng sound also fell slowly, the surroundings were silent, only the low sobbing came.

Wang Rui covered her mouth, her tears had turned her makeup into tears.

His partner Jing Yi's eyes were red, and he was speechless for a long time, even forgetting that it was his turn to appear.

The sound of "Di Di" came from the mobile phone, and Jing Yi rushed up in shock, almost making a mistake!

Wang Rui followed closely and said, "My old high school classmate Ye Jian, I haven't seen you for three years, you gave me a big surprise! I'm crying down below, should you comfort me? Woolen cloth."

When the words fell, the male host Jing Yi immediately cooperated and said in surprise, "So, you just cried and didn't tell me that our instructor Ye was your high school classmate?"

Ye Jian, who adjusted her breath, looked at her old high school classmate who came over, and saw her crying flower makeup, and there was a slight smile in her eyes.

J5, my comrades-in-arms, the ones you guarded cry for you tonight, and she finally understands why you and tens of thousands of heroes sacrificed without fear.

Because of them, because of the guardians, what fear is there to sacrifice?

I got up at 2:30 a.m. to code, three hours...4,000 words, why didn't there be any updates, because Qingyun is really slow and slow in typing, and he likes to delete, delete, modify and modify.

There are still 4,000 words before the 8,000-word update. I will crawl into bed for a while, and then write during the day.

In the afternoon, I still need to go out to do errands, and I will get up and start writing when I sleep.