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

3118 The Loss Of A General From Xia Jinyuan’s words, Ye Jian understood another meaning. It made her vision turn black and her entire body tremble. She asked with a trembling voice, “I’m sending J5 off for you… This is his last journey. Can’t you come back?”

Next, they would carry out their mission and avenge their comrade.

Ye Jian’s voice was hoarse. She asked him, “How long will it take for you to come back?” She wanted to ask where they were carrying out their mission now, but she couldn’t. Even if she asked Captain Xia, he wouldn’t answer her.

“I won’t be returning for the time being. Little Fox, I’ll contact you when I come back. Goodbye.” Xia Jinyuan, who had already cried, hung up the phone. He was very straightforward.

The fire door was pushed open, and the light from the corridor outside shone in. Xia Jinyuan raised his head and looked at his comrades who were standing against the light. He slowly stood up and asked his comrades, “Is everything ready?”

“Yes, everything is ready. We’ll leave in five minutes,” the comrade with the codename X replied to his captain. His low and hoarse voice was like a handful of rough sand. There was a sharp killing intent in it. “Let’s find those bastards and take revenge for J5.”

Xia Jinyuan walked into the light that shone in from the door frame. The slanted light only illuminated his long and straight legs. His upper body was hidden in the darkness. He was like an ancient sword that was about to break out of the ground. He was filled with killing intent.

His thin lips were pursed tightly. His sharp gaze passed through X’s shoulder and landed on a medical viscera map pasted on the wall outside. He stared at the lungs on the map and said, “Keep an eye on them. Don’t give them any hope of escaping.”

“Don’t worry, we won’t give them a chance to live!” X gritted his teeth. “They shouldn’t even think about escaping!”

It was still 6:16 pm in Mogadishu, which was five hours later than China. December 24th was Christmas Eve in Western countries. On December 24th, at 10:36 pm, many businesses in China were launching Christmas Eve activities. Men and women were raising their glasses and celebrating. They would never know that a special forces soldier in his early 30s had sacrificed his life for the safety of the country’s military intelligence.

They didn’t know that while they were raising their glasses and celebrating, the group of special forces soldiers who were loyal to the country and the people were standing upright in the most chaotic city in the world in Mogadishu. They raised their hands and saluted as they sent their comrade back to the country.

‘Goodbye, my comrade.

!!.. ‘I hope that I can reunite with you in my next life, become comrades again, and fight alongside you.’

The wind blew from the horizon, and the sun sank into the clouds. There was a layer of dazzling gold outside the clouds. At the end of the day, the setting sun was blood-colored, as if the world was sad.

In China, Major General Yang, who received the news, sat in his chair for a long time without moving. An outstanding special forces soldier from the Xueyu unit had left forever…

The country had lost a general, and the country was crying!

Major General Yang, who had been sitting alone for five minutes, finally moved. He raised his hand and picked up the phone. He needed to call the National Science University…

When he was dialing, Major General Yang didn’t manage to get the number right three times. His hands were trembling violently. He kept sliding from the correct number to another number.

At one o’clock in the morning, Ye Jian took the last Class One flight to the capital city. She needed to go to the military airport to welcome her comrade back. She wanted to send her comrade off.