Interview

Yimo, Yimo sat up abruptly, immediately turning around and putting her hands in front of her as if she were ready to fight to the death.

But after recognizing the person who took the picture, he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

Oh...

It's Qin Muse.

Qin Muse was still wearing the same somewhat worn-out clothes. Her light pink hair had been styled and wasn't frizzy; it fell naturally over her shoulders. She was looking at him with a cold gaze.

Although it wasn't Suger who put Yimo ease, the thought of how she had confidently promised to keep watch, and then actually falling asleep, still made her realize that she had been on the receiving end of the mission.

Feeling a little guilty, he immediately tried to explain, "Oh, it's Twilight!"

"Let me clarify first, I was just pretending to be asleep, deliberately lowering the enemy's guard!"

"Actually, I'm incredibly focused; you can tell from my reactions!"

"I definitely didn't fall asleep while I was being lazy, you can't frame me like that!"

Qin Muse grinned, his gaze remaining calm. "Wipe your drool first?"

Yimo: "I never drool in my sleep!"

Then, I immediately wiped it off with my sleeve.

Qin Muse: "Actually, you weren't drooling."

Yimo stopped wiping her mouth. "Uh..."

Actually, my mouth was itchy.

Qin Muse didn't say much, her expression unchanged. "Oh, I'm here to relieve you on shift."

Yimo Qin Muse didn't mention her, Yi Mo naturally didn't want to make a fool of herself and continued to dwell on the topic.

I checked the system time and decided to go back to sleep.

But after checking the time, he was stunned.

It wasn't the agreed-upon 4 AM at all, but 3:03 AM! Qin Muse had arrived an hour early!

The team got up at 5:30 in the morning and set off at 6:00.

Yimo out to keep watch around 12:30.

In other words, Qin Muse averaged out the two people's sleep time, so each person slept for less than two and a half hours.

Yimo glanced at Qin Muse, whose expression was indifferent, and shook her head.

This guy is taking things way too seriously!

Essentially, aside from his persistent desire to kill me, Qin Muse is a decent person, just a little inflexible.

Since Qin Muse had already come out, Yimo couldn't possibly let her go back to sleep for another few tens of minutes, so she didn't say anything.

Yimo and Qin Muse joined forces, partly to take advantage of Qin Muse.

Yimo, who was a bit of a chauvinist, felt a little embarrassed and threw his coat at Qin Muse: "It's a bit chilly tonight, be careful not to catch a cold, so your fighting ability won't be reduced."

I'm going to bed.

Qin Muse was about to refuse. "No need, I'm not cold."

Yimo waved her hand and said, "She's wearing quite a lot on top, but on the bottom she's just a skirt and a pair of stockings, and they've got several holes in them."

"In the eyes of the combat personnel, you are, after all, my girlfriend. If I leave you out here like this, it will lower their impression of you and make it difficult to gather intelligence."

"Whether it's cold or not, cover your legs."

After finishing her Yimo ignored Qin Muse and turned to leave.

Qin Muse glanced at Yimo's retreating figure, opened her mouth, but said nothing more.

In the end, she picked up Yimo's thin coat and covered her legs with it.

The talkative guy next to him perked up when he saw Yimo leave and Yimo's beautiful girlfriend arrive, and decided to have a good chat with Qin Muse.

The talkative older brother. "I..."

However, the talkative older brother had barely uttered a single word when Qin Muse stood up and walked away...

The talkative older brother. "Ahthis..."

On the other side, Yimo returned to the tent and immediately crawled into her sleeping bag to rest.

Poor sleep greatly affects thinking ability, and Yimo cares about it a lot.

However...

Yimo had just closed her eyes and hadn't fallen asleep yet when the accident happened.

Boom--!

With a loud explosion and a slight tremor in the ground, Yimo sat up abruptly.

Immediately afterwards, there were several loud shouts and a series of gunshots outside.

When Yimo crawled out of his sleeping bag, he ran into Fang Ziyu, who had come specifically to find him.

Fang Ziyu: "Wake up! Enemy attack!"

"Retreat immediately! Run with us!"

Around 9 a. m., the 398 Assault Squadron cautiously advanced through the desolate mountains.

Yimo had Dark Circles under her eyes and seemed to be in a daze.

He was highly focused and hadn't slept for a day and a night.

I kept mentally criticizing the Death Game, saying it was a Game of trash, even Game than the real world.

Even though she was going through a very difficult time, Yimo didn't choose to sleep. Instead, she gathered information with Fang Ziyu.

Only now do I understand why the 398 Assault Squadron is so passive, even though they came here to strike at extremist organizations.

Because the extremist Z organization held a large number of Villager hostages, it was unable to launch airstrikes and Missile bombardments, and could only use the most primitive method of encirclement to capture Dikendandan bit by bit.

The extremist Z organization has laid a large number of Land Mine within its territory, making combat extremely difficult. The United Nations has dispatched many assault teams to be responsible for mine clearance and emergency rescue operations in small towns and villages.

Two days ago, the 398 Assault Squadron was ambushed by the enemy. Although they managed to retreat Dead Man, they entered enemy territory and lost contact with the main force.

Under Qiao Jian's command, he believed that breaking through back to find the Main Team would be too difficult, so he decided to continue advancing.

The gas stations they passed had long been emptied, forcing them to abandon most of their vehicles, leaving only two, and they are now proceeding on foot.

Because of the enemy attack at around 3 a. m., the company has been on the move for almost 6 hours now. Even the soldiers in the team with good physical fitness can't take it anymore.

Seeing that they were in a relatively secluded location, Qiao Jian ordered the squadron to stop for a meal and rest.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Yimo asked Fang Ziyu for a bottle of water and went to "check on" Qiao Jian.

Qiao Jian is the tough guy type; he's very strong, has dark skin, and a lot of stubble on his chin.

What impressed Yimo the most was his thick eyebrows, which stood out like two pieces of seaweed on a caramel cake.

The weather was extremely hot, and we still had to wear combat gear, a lot of equipment, and a helmet; our faces were already covered in sweat.

Upon seeing the water offered by Yimo, he accepted it without hesitation, twisted off the cap, and took a large gulp. "Haha, thank you!"

"Your Dark Circles are really bad! You didn't get any rest yesterday!"

"Hurry up and eat something, go take a nap in the car, I'll talk to someone and ask them to make room for you!"

Yimo shook her head and quickly moved closer, saying, "No need, no need, I can still hold on!"

"You guys are nowhere near as tired!"

Qiao Jian glanced at Yimo's small frame and laughed heartily, "Little brother, you're too weak to compare with us!"

Yimo: "Hey, I may look weak, but I'm actually not bad!"

Yimo spoke, she rolled up her sleeves and showed Qiao Jian her fair and delicate arms, which had never seen the sun or been exercised for many years.

Qiao Jian chuckled, "Young Brother Yimo, what brings you here?"

Qiao Jian was quite direct. He was indeed very tired and felt that Yimo wasn't just looking for him to chat idly, so he asked directly.

Upon hearing this, Yimo took out the borrowed pen and notebook and said earnestly, "Brother Qiao Jian, my girlfriend and I are both journalism students."

"We want to write a book about what we've seen and experienced here, the true situation, and to call for cherishing this hard-won peace."

"I'd like to interview you, is that alright?"

Interview?

No, no, no, Yimo forced herself to stay awake, waiting for this opportunity!

This provides a legitimate opportunity to extract information that reveals Qiao Jian's psychological weaknesses!