Reborn At Weight Camp: General Don't Mess Around
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At the forefront of the city street is the newly opened Chunyang Grand Hotel. Some girls dressed in camisoles and miniskirts greeted some guests who jumped down from a van.

As Ye Jian passed by the hotel, he only saw the road in front of him. While carrying the food he bought, he walked quickly to School Head Chen's house.

A bowl of boiled pork in chocolate sauce, boiled grass carp, a bowl of fried dried beans with bacon, some tomato soup, and a bowl of green vegetables. Sipping rice wine, School Head Chen and Grandpa Gen started their conversation happily.

When they finished eating, they both felt a little drunk.

On the other hand, Ye Jian had packed everything. Carrying his school bag and carrying a flashlight, he headed to the New Recruitment Camp.

The New Recruitment Camp was about ten miles from School Head Chen's house. As he walked past the Chunyang Grand Hotel, several motorbikes sped up from the front. Instinctively, Ye Jian turned off his flashlight. He saw the motorbike turn and stopped at the hotel door.

The dazzling motorcycle lights did not go out immediately, reflected on the glass of the hotel door, emitting a dazzling beam.

The night breeze, accompanied by the pungent smell of diesel, contained a slight smell of blood. Ye Jian could not help but wrinkle his nose, leaving in a hurry.

Laughing, some girls dressed in camisole, whom Ye Jian saw during the day, came out to greet their guests who got off the motorbike one by one.

"Surge!" A man shouted furiously, blocking the path of one of the girls. He turned and got off the motorcycle. “Bring food to my room and let Liao Youde come.”

Ye Jian paused for a while, and when he raised his legs again, his footsteps were firmer and faster.

The smell of blood left did not fade in the air. Instead of walking forward, Ye Jian took a shortcut to the New Recruitment Camp.

The smell of mud mixed with the strong smell of blood, which made Ye Jian stop walking. Slowly, he lowered his body and squatted on the wet ground.

The sound of water disappeared, while panting became faster ...

Ye Jian closed his mouth tightly. This guy's hurt. Is he a village man from the city? No, it's not possible. If he is, he will ask for help.

He's always careful. He's not moving. Holding his breath, he immersed himself into the darkness of the night.

In the darkness, someone staggered and limped towards the camp on the hill. The smell of blood is getting stinging.

As Ye Jian saw the black shadow clearly, without hesitation, he leaped off the ground. Putting the flashlight into his bag, he dashed into the limping black shadow.

“Let me help you go there, come on, lean on me! I got you!”

Ye Jian, who rushed over to the man, grabbed his right arm and placed it on his shoulder. Holding the man's strong waist with his other hand, he said, “I know Battalion Commander Yang. Don't talk. Come back and take care of your wounds first.”

Since he had stayed in the army for so long, the breath emitted by the black shadow was familiar to him. It was the ferocious military authority that kept the soldiers undaunted in the face of life and death.

Deeply wounded and experiencing excessive blood loss, the man survived until now thanks to his determination. When Ye Jian rushed out, he had already loaded the gun in his hand.