BXBX NOVEL Chapter 973 - Marching Formation
Chapter 973: Marching Formation
“How about it? I told you Ye Jian1 was interesting.” V8 raised his arm and wrapped it across Pigeon’s shoulders. His pearlescent white teeth showed when he smiled under the lightening sky, resembling a beast’s mouth. It was fine if he didn’t smile; the smiling V8 had the air of a feral beast around him.
His gaze once again examined Ye Jian; Pigeon laughed, “Interesting indeed.”
“Pigeon is a cultural soldier turned Special Forces. When he joined the military, because he had a good voice and after singing a great song, he was directly turned into a cultural soldier.” Xia Jinyuan2, who was beside her, noticed Ye Jian was shocked by the fantastic voice. After a low chuckle: “Then it took him a year’s time to transfer to the post he wanted to be in.”
First, being in the cultural soldier unit then to the Special Forces unit. In the army, he had become the member who had transferred between the most incomprehensible units in the Elite Platoon.
That’s really quite incomprehensible; Ye Jian laughed with pursed lips.
“That’s part of my dark history. Clearly I had requested to be sent to the borders, and in the end, I was ruined by my own voice. When I received the enlistment notice, my parents laughed, while I cried…” Pigeon was talkative and was the assaulter and demolitions expert in the platoon. Ye Jian didn’t know him, but he had heard of Ye Jian, that’s why there wasn’t a sense of unfamiliarity when they started chatting.
She had seen the other comrades before and had even fought alongside them. Seeing each other once again, everyone extended their fists and bumped fists with Ye Jian. At the moment they locked eyes and laughed, a sense of indescribable camaraderie arose.
The small county town was still deep in slumber at 5:30 a.m., only every other streetlight on the narrow road was lit up, enhancing the quiet atmosphere in the small county town, as if the night had only just begun.
A truck’s sound could be heard from far away and slowly approached them as it shattered the quiet of the bus station.
“The truck’s here, cover Ye Jian and get in!” Xia Jinyuan raised his arm. G3 and the rest quickly tugged at their travel backpacks, running towards the truck that flashed its lights three times.
They ran staggeringly like they haven’t fully woken up, their speed was also not fast, arousing a low curse from the truck driver inside his car.
Their current identities were extremely audacious stowaways who are thinking of making money off of war. The truck driver had seen much of this kind, and after seeing them arriving, he counted their heads, taking the money Xia Jinyuan passed to him. He pointed to the back of his truck and said with a brutish expression: “I left enough space for six in the middle, listen here, don’t move my cargo, you hear me!”
His Mandarin was choppy; from his accent, it was enough to know he was a local.
The six men quietly repeated with a cautious and pleasing tone: “We know, we know.”
The bearded driver swept a – he believed very vicious – glare across the six men and harrumphed with his nose.
Up until the truck was revved up, the driver hadn’t realized there was an additional person in his truck, and taking advantage of the still-dark sky; he drove towards Tashkurgan Fort.
“During Operation Tempest, a total of eight of us were deployed. K7 was captured, J5 was injured and hospitalized, now six of us, you included, would be making our way towards ST.” Xia Jinyuan told Ye Jian the number of people deployed in the last operation, and then he spread out a map on top of a nylon sack storing something they didn’t know. His finger slid across the tactical map: “From here, we will be following the China-Pakistan highway for 60 kilometers and entering the Karachi mountain ranges. There will be a border outpost in the middle, we will have to hide ourselves here.”
“After exiting the Karachi mountain ranges, the truck will drive across the frozen river, and reach Tashkurgan fort after 30 kilometers. We will then proceed to Wakhan corridor.” With Xia Jinyuan marking every point of their route, the other six wore severe expressions; the Wakhan corridor was their only path.
“Wakhan corridor is roughly 400 kilometers long, the truck driver can only send us through the 100 kilometers that belongs to China, we’ll have to figure out a way for the rest of the 300 kilometers.”