Chapter 1293

Listening to the voice of relatives, Ye Jian's mood is as peaceful as the starry sky, "you should also take good care of your body, don't worry too much. I have troops to take care of. Don't worry about your grandfather. "

"Don't worry, don't worry. Your child always knows how to take care of himself. It's just that it's too strong. It's three points better than the male soldiers. We need to change that a little. We are not careless in training. We must have a good rest when we rest. Only when we have enough spirit can we train better. "

President Chen, who came out of the army, said that he didn't worry. Every word he said was an admonition. He was afraid that Ye Jian would be too strong and hurt herself.

With a smile on her lips, ye Jianwu looks into the starry sky with a smile in her black eyes, and listens to Chunchun's advice quietly. Time has been ticking for nearly ten minutes.

"The letter of acceptance has been received. The village head also said that it was pushed by my uncle. Ten miles and eight townships all know that Shuikou village has won the first prize. There are also parents who want to buy the old teaching materials you left behind."

When it comes to the village, principal Chen's smile deepened. "Fortunately, you don't have a picture. Uncle said you need a picture. It's going to be taken back and pasted on the children's bookcase."

Ye Jian also laughed. At that time, she was in No.1 Middle School of Sichuan Province. The test papers and teaching materials were all left by the children's teacher. Some students left with two boxes of books and test papers. She had no book or test paper except for several sets of clothes.

"I didn't quarrel with your grandfather. If someone comes all the time, you might as well go to live in the army for a while." Between the eyebrows, Ye Jian is quiet without the sharp energy of daytime training. Like the ordinary girl who is away from home, the language shows her attachment to "home".

"After receiving your notice, we went to live in the army for a week before we came back. Under your influence, several high school graduates in our village have plans to be soldiers. Even ye Ying, who has a heart attack, said that he would be a literary and art soldier."

When it comes to Ye Ying, principal Chen even looks pale. "Your aunt said that ye Ying asked to be a literary and art soldier in the Beijing government League, and when the files were handed in, she was waiting to join the army..."

Ye Ying wants to be a literary soldier? Is it possible?

Hearing this, Ye Jian chuckled directly, "we all know that she has a heart attack and the black files of military training. We are not afraid to be happy when we are literary and art soldiers in the political group in Beijing?"

Ye Zhifan's family chatted a few words and then brought them along. Whether ye yingneng can be regarded as a literary and art soldier or not, it has no influence on Ye Jian.

If she is really in the army, Ye Jian feels that she has another bribery crime of Ye Zhifan.

The story of Ye Ying's becoming a literary and art soldier has been spread all over the village. The limelight even overshadowed Ye Jian's entrance to the military academy, which made sun Dongqing clear the gloom before him. Wherever he went, he was jubilant about his daughter's entering the army.

At this time, Ye Jian is already sitting on the helicopter, holding a sniper gun, aiming at floating objects on the sea to complete sniping on the unstable high platform.

"Frogman's sea capture platform often uses snipers to cover the helicopter in the air, and snipers need to jump to the sea immediately to support the team members after completing the sniper target. Now it's 57 meters away from the sea and 241 meters away from the target..."

With a group of accurate figures coming out in Li Xun's annual report, Ye Jian, wearing a diving suit and without any oxygen equipment, squats at the door of the helicopter, holds the sniper gun with her own hands, and aims at the floating target on the sea with her cold, frosty black eyes. She calculates the impact of wind difference and air flow in her heart, and clasps her slender fingers on the trigger. One, two, three Accurate sniper!

"Bang!" Objects on the sea were smashed to pieces by a NATO 762 bullet.

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