Reborn at Boot Camp: General, Don’t Mess Around!
chapter-1775

Chapter 1775 Over Life

Piloting a helicopter in the highlands was already a challenge itself, and piloting in a snowstorm is risking your life to challenge the might of Nature. However, from the moment the soldiers of Xinjiang Ground Aviation Regiment started patrolling the skies, they don’t even remember how many times they had already challenged the might of Nature.

Ye Jian sat on the second seat from the right; that’s why, looking from her angle, besides not being able to see the pilot’s expression, she was able to see all the expressions of the Ground Aviation soldiers.

Ahead, the aircrew and pilot cooperated seamlessly, facing this terrible weather; they had kept their calm and faced all their difficulties with a laxed attitude.

Their superb piloting skills, overarching mental qualities, their behavior of keeping their cool in adversity, their comprehensive qualities had no doubt given the soldiers of Storm Commandos and the Elite Platoon even more confidence because they believed in them, that’s why they had never felt afraid.

“They’ll be okay, they’re just preparing for the worst outcome. The climate in the highlands is very fickle, patrolling during Winter is as common as three meals a day for the soldiers of Ground Aviation.” Li Jinnian, who had remained calm the entire time, wore a relaxed expression, though his tall and stalwart shook drastically with the vehicle, yet he had a mountain-like steadiness around him.

As a commander, the situation in front of him was just a small hitch, and there was nothing to be afraid of.

They couldn’t simply move around while the helicopter was shaking; the pilot of Black-20 was calm as he piloted towards the location marked by the 3D navigational chart; the helicopter flew across a field of raging snow and flew towards the supply station.

They flew from 2000 meters above sea level to five thousand meters above sea level; Ye Jian didn’t quite understand why they didn’t fly towards lower altitude with the snowstorm, instead choosing to fly against the storm and towards a higher altitude.

With a normal person’s logic, if you want to land safely, it’s an obvious choice to go to a lower altitude. However, Black-20 and the Ground Aviation’s Regimental Commander didn’t choose to head towards a lower altitude.

With this question in her mind, Ye Jian thought: If she could know the answer, she’ll definitely ask after they land/

Knowing Black-20 didn’t land successfully and instead chose to continue flying, Xia Jinyuan stared at the snowing sky that blurred his vision, his thin lips pursed extremely tightly together.

Their wireless communication had been cut off completely, there was no way for them to contact anywhere; the satellite for the snowy highlands had basically entered the final testing phase; if a satellite link was to be fully realized, it probably would have to wait till June or July of the turn of the millennium, it was only January, that was still more than half a year time.

With a heavy gaze, Xia Jinyuan noticed several figures walking over from the raging snowstorm; it was Big Whale who was leading the soldiers to camouflage the three helicopters back to the windbreak cave.

He strode into the cave before he had time to sweep off the snow on him, his voice tensed as he spoke in a serious manner: “Q King, Ground Aviation’s Surface Navigation Station had sent word, the Aid Command Center had deployed a dozen Art soldiers, along with a Leadership and soldiers from outposts, the party of twenty people had gone off the grid. They were headed towards Shenxianwan to celebrate Chinese New Year with the soldiers and officers stationed there.”

This time of the year was when snowstorms raged across Xinjiang’s Northwestern side, the time when snow enveloped the mountains, their group of special forces came here for training, but a group of Art soldiers, isn’t that nonsense for them to come here at a time like this?

Do they even want to live? Big Whale mumbled depressedly in his heart.

Xia Jinyuan wasn’t concerned about why the Art Troupe had chosen to come here at this time; he was more concerned about the aim of the Navigational Station for sending them this message.

“Who was the one that received the message? Bring him to me.” With a thin lips pressed into a line, Xia Jinyuan turned around and strode into the windbreak cave; at the same time, he turned towards Z7 — Han Zheng: “Give me Xinjiang’s Northwestern map, pull out all detailed maps around Shenxianwan Outpost.”