"Sister, sister!"

The injured female reporter was an Asian. She suddenly became anxious and roared and rushed over.

"Sister, sister! Don't scare me, you must not be in trouble!"

The female reporter's figure is similar to Song Jiayi, her face is covered with blood and dirt, and the light around her is dim.

Rai's ears thought that this person was Song Jiayi, and tears suddenly came down. While squatting down and hugging her, he roared loudly: "Medic soldier, come here quickly! Hurry up! Hurry up!"

"Song Wen, Song Wen, is it you?"

At this moment, a familiar voice suddenly came from behind.

Rai's ear subconsciously turned around and saw a familiar figure: "Sister?"

Song Jiayi walked over quickly.

Rake's ears said again: "Sister, is it really you?"

Song Jiayi asked back without answering, "I haven't seen you for a year, don't you even know your sister?"

Rai'er glanced at the female reporter in his arms again and asked, "Who is this person?"

Song Jiayi glanced at her and said with some loss: "This is a colleague from Goryeo."

At this time, a special forces member who was proficient in field rescue ran over after hearing the sound.

He immediately squatted down and began to check the female reporter's injuries. After a moment, he shouted: "It's still helpful, but I must perform surgery on her immediately and remove the bullet from her body!"

The team member picked up the female reporter, placed her on a collapsed tombstone, and shouted:

"Captain Song, please be your deputy."

"Hemostatic forceps!"

"Scalpel!"

"tweezers!"

"quick!"

Rake immediately opened a first aid kit and started rummaging inside.

Song Jiayi also bent down, looked at her arm that was raking her ears with a little distress, and said, "You kid, you should bandage the wound quickly, and leave it to me."

Rake Ear asked, "Can you do it?"

Song Jiayi's eyebrows were raised and she immediately restored her true face: "What are you talking about? Do you want me to kick you again?"

"This...well."

Rake his ears became timid in an instant.

At this time, Yang Jing also came over.

"Captain Yang, I knew it was you, otherwise how could that kid Song Wen be able to have such great ability?"

Yang Jing looked at Song Jiayi with some confusion and smiled faintly: "Miss Song, how do you know it's me?"

Everyone in the special operations brigade had thick oil paint on their faces, and the light was dim. Even if both sides stood in front of them, it was difficult to recognize each other's face.

Song Jiayi is Song Wen's sister. She can explain how she can recognize the other party, but she still surprised Yang Jing.

"secret……"

Song Jiayi smiled mysteriously and did not answer how she recognized Yang Jing's identity.

She is a senior journalist and is very impressed by Yang Jing. She not only remembers his face and figure, but also remembers his voice.

Therefore, even if Yang Jing’s appearance was not clear at this time, with Yang Jing’s unique loud voice like a bomb, Yang Jing could naturally easily guess the other party’s identity.

What's more, Song Wen is just a battalion commander of the artillery battalion. Since he appears here, it is not difficult to speculate that his regiment commander Yang Jing Shiyou* is also here.

"Oh! My God, thank you for saving us!"

"Who are you? Are you the savior sent by God?"

"Thank you so much, thank God, thank my Lord!"

Several Western reporters said thank you, and kept drawing the word "ten" on their chests while asking about Yang Jing's identity.

The only person except is New York Times reporter Ailena, because she also heard Yang Jing's unique voice.

Since the Xuzhou period, Yang Jing has left an indelible impression in the heart of this beautiful journalist from the United States.

Every time she dreams of midnight, she will inexplicably think of Yang Jing and that bedtime fun.

Yang Jing joked to several foreigners and said seriously: "We are not saviors, but I was indeed sent by God to save you.

God knew that you devout believers were in danger, so he called me and asked me to come here to save you.

Therefore, if you want to thank, thank your Lord and God!”

"Thank God for his arrangements, thanks to the Lord for his attachment..."

“Amen…”

“Amen…”

These Western journalists continued to mark the word "ten" on their chests, silently thanking God and Amen.

At this time, the Western reporter who had not spoken suddenly burst into laughter and said, "Captain Yang, you are still so inappropriate."

"Hahaha!"

Yang Jing laughed and said, "Where is, my dear American friend, I didn't expect that we would meet again.

It’s just a pity that we meet in such a scene.”

However, Elena stared at Yang Jing with her beautiful eyes as beautiful as autumn water, and said affectionately: "No, no, no, meeting in this kind of scene is more commemorative value, right?"

The woman's sixth sense told Song Jiayi that there was definitely an unknown secret between Ailena and Yang Jing, which made her jealous.

He immediately walked up with his waist: "Ailena, do you know Yang Jing too?"

"Yes, Miss Song."

Elena was honest and admitted it openly.

Yang Jing is a veteran of the flower group, so naturally he couldn't see Song Jiayi's thoughts. Although she was not afraid of her misunderstanding, she still felt it was necessary to explain, so she said: "Ms. Ailena once conducted an exclusive interview with me in Xuzhou on behalf of the New York Times."

"Oh, so that's it."

Song Jiayi nodded.

But she didn't expect that Ailena's next move shocked her and became furious.

"Yes, I once conducted an exclusive interview with Yang in Xuzhou on behalf of the New York Times, and in that interview, I fell in love with her deeply."

Like most Western women, Elena is not as subtle as Eastern women, and is generally very enthusiastic and unrestrained.

The man you like will also take the initiative to fight for.

After the words finished, he hugged Yang Jing's neck with both hands and let out a "pop" harshly.

Song Jiayi was completely stunned.

Yang Jing didn't know if it was time to explain, so he immediately used the transfer, looked at the foreign journalists who were praying and urging loudly, "Miss and gentlemen, it's almost OK.

Your God and the Lord have already felt your piety. Please leave here immediately with us. Otherwise, it will not be so easy for us to leave again when the Japanese come!"

"Yes, let's leave here first."

"These Japanese are a group of despicable demons. There is nothing they can't do. If they fall into their hands, it will not be so easy to escape."

Western journalists stopped praying and followed suit.

At this time, the wounded were almost rescued.

Even the warhead in the seriously injured female Goryeo reporter was taken out and the wound was simply bandaged.
Chapter completed!