Reborn at Boot Camp: General, Don’t Mess Around! Chapter 943 – Love On The Battlefield

Chapter 943: Love On The Battlefield

Translator: Henyee Translations  Editor: Henyee Translations

The dagger in his hand was still dripping blood. In an instant, the sharp blade stabbed into his opponent’s heart. He twisted the dagger a few times so that the tip of the blade would move in the heart.

“Ah…” This shrill scream was the last note of this battle. Xia Jinyuan used his iron arm to lock his opponent’s head. Then, he entangled his legs around his opponent’s chest and locked his arms so that he couldn’t struggle. Even when he heard the scream of pain coming from the mercenary’s mouth, his heart didn’t soften.

These people deserved to be killed!

Xia Jinyuan maintained a scissors position. The target in his arms struggled furiously at first but towards the end, he had no more energy to resist. Xia Jinyuan only released his arms and legs calmly when he heard the muffled sounds disappearing from the throat of his opponent.

He stood up. The entire patch of bushes seemed to have experienced a hurricane. With him in the center, all the bushes around him were uprooted.

“Ye Jian.” He raised his voice. His tone was calm and he walked over step by step in a composed manner until he reached the center of the other fight which looked as though it had been ravaged by a hurricane too. Under the dim light, Xia Jinyuan heard rapid breathings and followed the sound to find Ye Jian.

She was sitting down with her back against a tree. Her slender body merged with the tree and the night sky. If it wasn’t for the sound of panting, he wouldn’t have noticed her.

He walked closer and moved towards her. He bent his back and did a half squat so that he was at eye level with her. “How are you feeling? Do you have the energy to stand up again?”

Both of them had a strong smell of iron on their bodies. Ye Jian blinked and looked at the man whose eyes were as bright as the stars. She smiled and said, “I’m fine. I just feel a little exhausted.”

Not bad, her voice was stable and she didn’t stutter. She wasn’t afraid or anxious. She performed even better than the battle in Pakistan.

Xia Jinyuan adjusted his position and sat down beside Ye Jian. He placed his arm over her shoulder so that her head could rest on his shoulder. Then, he hugged her shoulders tightly and said, “Let’s rest for a while. We’re quite efficient. From the moment we started with our first target till the end, we used one and a half hours.”

“You were counting time.” Ye Jian took a deep breath before slowly exhaling. “You are still able to keep track of the time. I was just thinking about how to kill my opponent.”

Xia Jinyuan smiled. His voice was soft and gentle. “If your time is in your heart, you will be able to keep track of it without any calculation.” He turned his head and rubbed his nose against her hairline. He asked her, “Are you injured?”

“My arm is extremely unlucky this year. The old wound just healed and it got slashed again. I hurt my right arm.” Ye Jian looked up. Xia Jinyuan’s lips touched her forehead. “What about you? Are you hurt?”

At this moment, even the mountain wind had turned silent. The sound of crickets sounded once again and the frightened birds had gone back to their nests. Besides the smell of blood in the air, everything seemed so calm and carefree.

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Xia Jinyuan kissed her forehead lightly. This moment, he felt Ye Jian voluntarily moving close to him and giving him her heart. She was looking for support from him and he could seek support from her too.

Once, he asked if a love that went through life and death together, one that went through the gunfires on the battlefield was even more unforgettable than those peaceful types of love?

It’s not…”if”, it… really is.

Their love would be heart-stirring when it was on the battlefield. It could be calm and peaceful when they were relaxing too. It wouldn’t become dull as time went on. Instead, their understanding of each other would increase along with their interaction. They would become the other person’s support and become each other’s support.