Reborn at Boot Camp: General, Don’t Mess Around!
chapter-938

Chapter 938: The Duo’s Night Battle

Ye Jian always agreed with Xia Jinyuan’s arrangements. Even G3 and the rest agreed with it, there was nothing that she could object to. His deployments are indeed good. He’s protecting Old Guan’s wife, which was what she wanted.

With the intimacy from the day, Ye Jian, who slowly let go of the shackles in her heart, held his slender and strong arm, and smiled lightly, “Nope, we have weapons, and we have the people. This is our country too, there’s nothing to be afraid of.”

With you around, there’s really nothing to be afraid of.

“There are around six of them that I know of. We eliminated one in the hospital. So there’s around five left. Two on five. The chances of victory are high.” Xia Jinyuan talked about the situation he had on hand, together with what G3 had learned. “The five of them don’t have any heavy weapons on them, they have pistols just like us. We are used to fighting in the dark, they are used to it too. The little fox’s real fight begins.”

Ye Jian raised her eyebrows. Having been through a firefight, her guts have already been trained. A soldier’s coldness exuded from her eyes and even the words that came out were stained with gunpowder. “I’m looking forward to it, and looking even more forward to finishing them.”

Citizens’ lives were lost and can’t be retrieved, then they shall pay for it with their blood!

The mountains in the night were extremely quiet. Even if the night bird[1] flapped its wings, the serenity wouldn’t be disturbed.

The car didn’t drive into the mountains. It stopped at the location that Xia Jinyuan had chosen before to hide the car. As the engine was turned off, the vibration of the phone seemed a little loud. Xia Jinyuan looked at the phone and immediately picked up, “Brother Zi.”

“I’ve dealt with him. He’s cremated and his ashes were sprinkled into the river to feed the fishes.” Hou Zi was at the Mount Dalang Villa and he was holding on to a lighter, “Old Sixth, Brother Zi has really boarded the same boat as you this time, you have to come back here in one piece.”

Xia Jinyuan concentrated his gaze and said indifferently, “Xia Yiwei is waiting for Brother Zi to go over. You should be able to take her back now. The place where you dated by the river. But, if you’re still at Mount Dalang now, I don’t know whether you’ll be able to catch up.”

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There was only a beeping sound coming from the phone. At the same time when Xia Jinyuan and Ye Jian went into the darkness, a huge explosion rang from the villa’s kitchen. Not only did it blow up the kitchen, but the explosion also formed a deep pit underneath it. Half of the villa was also reduced to ruins.

The huge shock shook the ground, shocking all the birds in Mount Dalang as they flew away. It was like Mount Dalang woke up in the middle of the night.

When the birds returned to their nests, just a bit of wind was enough to make them flap their wings. Like them, the pheasants in the bushes only needed a little disturbance and they would be cooing.

Ye Jian was following Xia Jinyuan as they hurried to the abandoned houses in the mountains without using the mountain road. The target was only two kilometers away and it was a two-hour climb.

The light was dim, and only the crows and birds were chirping. As the surroundings darkened, Ye Jian could smell a third person’s scent in the abyss.

It rained a few days ago, and it was also autumn. The dense forest was full of the scent of decayed vegetation. Ye Jian had been smelling that ever since they started the journey and was very sensitive to the sudden and strange scent.

She gently pulled the hem of Xia Jinyuan’s clothes and immediately gestured to him as she pointed to the four o’clock direction.

There’s someone in the four o’clock direction.

At eleven o’clock in the evening, the two of them communicated with gestures, passing through the bushes silently. They stepped on leaves as though they were sponges, never making a sound. Even the leaves and branches didn’t move at all, and their silhouettes were like shadows, weaving towards the four o’clock direction.

[1] Referring to a mystical pheasant-like bird, also known as Nue in Japanese folklore.