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

Ye Jian looked at the several figures who were standing around and pointed to two of them who were foreign to her. “One of them is V8 and the other one is T6. Your heights are really similar. Is that deliberately chosen? Are all of you carefully selected to be of the same height?”

They had to be of the same height to be the elites of the army… It was hard to get them together.

“It’s the same. That’s why we have fewer people in our unit.” Xia Jinyuan spoke faster when they were still three meters away from his comrades. “The face has to look good too, making it more difficult.”

Ye Jian gave him a quick glance. Why does it seem that he was boasting?

They were walking closely together and holding hands too. They were so intimate that no one could bear to step in.

“We have cooperated again. We have done this many times, Little Ye.” J5 chuckled. It had been more than a year since they have fought on the snow mountains and once again, he had seen her combat abilities. She managed to rescue dozens of hostages on her own and prevented the orphanage from destruction. She even managed to keep calm during the crisis, impressing him.

Ye Jian felt like a comrade who had returned as she high-fived them. “This is our third time. It was pleasant working together.”

“This is our first time working together with you. Likewise, it’s been pleasant and it’s reassuring too.” V8 opened his mouth, raised his dark eyebrows and teased, “Guess who I am.”

Xia Jinyuan laughed and spoke tenderly to Ye Jian, “V8, one of my comrades. He is T6’s partner and they have the highest chemistry. Proficient in multiple languages and among the best.”

Proficient in multiple languages… that immediately gained Ye Jian’s respect.

When introduced to T6, Ye Jian began to understand a little about this mysterious Special Forces unit. T6 was proficient in demolition, reconnaissance, assassination, armored vehicles and infantry fighting vehicles.

With a babyface, no one could tell that he was a veteran, nor could they tell that he was the best at assassination.

The Xueyu unit’s car had passed the runway and was parked in front of them. The door opened and a suited young man stepped down from the car and asked, “Are there any injuries? The medical staff is at the airport. You can go over any time to treat your wounds.”

The combat situation in the plane was transmitted to everyone’s ears through the communication tower. Several soldiers of the Pakistani government forces were shot and had been sent to the hospital for surgery. Meanwhile, there was no news about any injuries from the Chinese Special Forces.

Standing behind, Ye Jian couldn’t see who had gotten off the car and only knew who he was when he opened his mouth. It was Qin Xiu, the Head’s translator.

“All is well. No one’s hurt.” J5 saluted him and replied. “Thank you for your concern. The mission is accomplished and everyone is on standby.”

Qin Xiu heaved a sigh of relief and showed a gentle and elegant smile. “That’s great. The Head is still waiting for everyone in the hotel. Please get in the car.” He looked over the 1.9 meters tall soldiers and saw Ye Jian and smiled, “Ye Jian, the Head wants to talk to you later. Be mentally prepared. It’s not a bad thing, it’s to praise you.”

The tone was that of an acquaintance.