Chapter 2

Morning fog, like smoke and clouds, is diffuse, floating and flowing in the vast grassland. Grassland lost its original appearance, became mysterious, strange, suspected mirage, like Penglai fairyland. Only the Mongolian yurt scattered in the morning fog, can not be mistaken stubborn, indicating that it is the home of grassland herdsmen.

One, two, three... The faint light is spreading in the fog. With the light, the open field is filled with the sound of human voice and horse neighing.

In another piece of morning fog, we can see military tents arranged on the prairie. There was a group of soldiers around the tent. Shua Shua, a rope untied, a roof tent a soft to fall down.

In the morning light, there was something wriggling under the collapsed tent. It's just that all the soldiers of the tiger brigade, the 43rd army's trump brigade, who are ready to leave, have not noticed this small detail.

An open military jeep gallops through the rolling grassland. Along the way are all kinds of blooming wild flowers, red, white, purple, yellow, grassland like a sea of flowers. The green grassland is decorated with several yurts. Sheep, like clouds, move slowly on the green carpet.

The car slowly stops in front of the camp of the tiger brigade. Dressed in forest camouflage, the valiant woman walks towards the command car with firm steps.

"Commander?" A voice of disbelief rippled in the gentle breeze of the grassland. Commander Lin Ziqian of the tiger brigade looked at Qin Xiao standing in front of him with a smile.

"What? Are you surprised? Forget what I told you the other day? " Feng Mou tiny MI, fundus of the eye a pure light flash, a forest camouflage of Qin Xiao seem to anger not anger of say.

"Don't you know? Our chief is an activist. What does this exercise mean? How could she not come in person? " Behind her is Qi Shaohui, the same forest camouflage, with a straight figure and a serious expression.

Taking back Qin Xiao's eyes, Lin Ziqian looks at Qi Shaohui, who has no expression on his face. Deep in the eye is the hostility which is suppressed, but on the surface it is not obvious“ Of course I know, but I believe the chief will have confidence in us. "

Qi Shaohui is tall and strong. His skin is brown. His hair is cut into a dry board inch. His facial features are carved like a knife. He is wild and has some personality. He smiles with evil lips. His eyes are just like black gems. He exudes a smell like a wolf.

Compared with Qi Shaohui, Lin Ziqian's bright and white face is full of angular Lengjun; Dark and deep eyes, full of charming color; The thick eyebrows, the high nose, the beautiful lip shape, all in the publicity of the noble and elegant. He's like prince charming in a fairy tale!

Qi Shaohui shrugged and said nothing more. He didn't like Lin Ziqian very much. Just because he took over his confidential secretary position, he can no longer stay with Qin Xiao. Does he hate himself so much?

"Well, don't say that. I really have confidence in you. Your tiger brigade is the best equipped of the 43rd army. If you don't win again, you won't come to see me any more. Qin Xiao can't afford to lose this man. " Qin Xiao takes his eyes back from a distance and says to Lin Ziqian with a smile.

A face that is not made of powder but still beautiful to the extreme. The eyebrows are like new moon, the eyes are moving, the fingers are like green onions, and the skin is as tender as jade. It seems that you can squeeze out water. It's absolutely a beautiful woman who looks at the city and the country.

After a proper military salute, Lin Ziqian replied in a loud voice: "I promise I won't let the chief down!"

Qin Xiao looks at Lin Ziqian“ Xiaolin, I know that the Lin family is a conservative, and they are equally opposed to the war against r as Mr Li is now. " Looking into his eyes, Qin Xiao said sincerely: "you have been with me for so many years, you should understand my attitude towards you."