Chapter 1287: Maritime combat training (seven)

Chapter 1287 Maritime Operational Training (seventy)
Listening to the voices of my loved ones, Ye Jian’s mood is like the tranquility of the stars.
You have to take care of your body, don’t be too hard. I have the troops to take care of you. Don’t worry about your grandfather.

"Don't worry, don't worry, your child always knows how to take care of himself. It's too strong, it's three points stronger than the male soldier. This has to be changed a little. We are not sloppy during training, we must rest well when we take a break. It is necessary to raise the spirit to train better."
The headmaster of the school, who came out of the army, said that he was not worried. He said that the words were all embarrassing, and he was afraid that Ye Jian would be too strong, but he would hurt himself.
The grinning Ye Jianwu black sly smiled deeply in the starry sky, quietly listening to the elders, time dripping for nearly ten minutes.
"The admission notice has been received, and the village head also said that I want to celebrate the promotion of the same old man. The ten miles of the township know that Shuikou Village has a champion, and the parents have specifically sought out and want to buy the old textbooks you left behind. ""
When it comes to the village, Chan’s face is deeper.
Fortunately, you have no photos. The old uncle said that if you want to have photos, you must be taken back to the children’s bookcase.

Ye Jian also laughed. She was in the province. The test papers and textbooks that were tested were left by the teacher. When some students left, the books and papers had two big boxes, and she had a few sets of clothes. There is no book or a test paper.
"There is no noisy to your grandfather, you really want someone to come over, you might as well go to the army for a while." The quiet leaves between the brows are less intense during the day, like the girls who are away from home, the language The attachment to the "home" is revealed.
"After picking up your notice, we went to the army for a week to come back. Thanks to your influence, several high school graduates in the village have plans to be soldiers. Even Ye Ying, who has heart disease, said that he wants to be a soldier. Literary and art soldiers."
When I mentioned Ye Ying, President Chen even had a three-point look. "Your singer said that Ye Ying asked to go to the Beijing political corps as a literary soldier. When the files were handed over, he was waiting to join the army..."
Ye Ying wants to be a literary soldier? is it possible?
Wen Yan, Ye Jian directly chuckled, "We all know that she has heart disease, as well as the black file of military training. When I enter the Beijing political group, the literary and art soldiers are not afraid of being happy?"
Ye Zhifan’s family talked a few words and took it. No matter whether Ye Ying can be regarded as a literary soldier, there is no influence on Ye Jian.
She wants to really enter the army, and Ye Jian feels that she has mastered a crime of accepting bribes by Ye Zhifan.
As for the Ye Yingdang literary and art troupe, it was spread in the village as early as possible. The limelight even covered the leaf syllabus on the military school, letting Sun Dongqing sweep away the gloomy before, and went wherever he liked to mention the daughter into the army.
At this time, Ye Jian has been sitting on the helicopter, holding a sniper rifle and aiming at the floating objects on the sea to complete the unstable high-altitude platform sniper.
"The frogman's sea capture platform often requires snipers to carry out aerial cover on the helicopter. After the sniper completes the sniper target, he needs to jump to the sea to support the team. Now it is 57 meters away from the sea and 241 meters away from the target. ......"
With Li Wei’s report of a group of accurate figures, wearing a diving suit, even a leaf with no oxygen equipment is half-squatting at the door of the helicopter cabin, holding his sniper rifle with his own hands, cold and cold like a frost.眸 aim at the floating target on the sea, calculate the influence of wind, airflow, etc., and the thin fingers are buckled on the trigger, one, two, three... accurate sniper!
"Hey!" The object on the surface of the sea was broken into pieces by a NATO 7.62 bullet.
Good night, sleep, check the typo in the morning.
(End of this chapter)