Mira's actual height is 1.77, there are flat abdomen that has been exposed, and long legs are the same as even in military pants.
This is very important. The curve and curvature of the body make her plump and tall part of her body look bloated and crowded.
At the age of 27, for the 11th boys, such a woman of this age is completely different from girls of the same age. It is more direct and full of sense of contraindication and conquest.
What's more, she has short golden-brown hair that is always messily tied up, exotic eyes, snow-white skin and a delicate face.
Even her facial skin caused some sunburn due to long -term fighting and training exposure, a little roughness, and sweat often, and it seemed to only add charm and wild charm.
The only regrettable fear is her thinking and logic level.
Because of the international nature of the Azure League, the internal and foreign faces of the Chinese Asian Army are not rare. Mira comes from a small country in Eastern Europe. His parents are accompanied by a liaison officer in the Alliance in China.
Therefore, she can speak fluent Mandarin, joining the army in Chinese Asia ... Nine years, rotating in four teams, and has been the deputy captain for four years.
"I want to be the first female captain in the history of the Chinese Asian Army in the Chinese Asian Asian Army." This was the dream of Xiaomila, 18 years old when he joined the army nine years ago.
She has been working hard for this and has always been frustrated...until this year, it seemed that her superiors finally couldn't bear it.
However, the formation model of the Blue Union Military Region team is very cruel. Its greatest priority is: those who you trust, convinced, and are willing to take blood with him.
This is extremely important for the team that always walks between life and death, so the principles of voluntary and two -way selection have always been followed.
Therefore, in addition to the most common situation of the former team members being directly promoted to take over as captains, when a person is newly promoted to the captain, it is often difficult to establish a new team independently.
The superiors will contact the new captain and recommend several deputy captains, allowing you to communicate on your own. They will allow you to contact and select no more than ten experienced warriors from among your original comrades... In addition, the rest will almost all be recruits. It ’s the old guys who have no one.
Under such circumstances, unless the new captain has enough qualifications, strength, reputation, or a famous team, everything will always be difficult.
You know, the choice of recruits is not only a new team. They can also choose to be the supplementary team members of the old team ... related to life and death, most people are obviously more willing to choose those old teams with historical and combat experience.
Some of these famous regional teams refuse many people almost every year, and then only pick away the best.
In short, this problem is greater than others, because she is a foreigner and a woman. She has no strength and record in her own for the time being ... I don't trust it, it seems to be natural.
"There is only the shelf with clean clothes, what about the clothes you replaced?" Mira walked into the bathroom and came out. The probe asked
In front of her eyes, it was usually silent, but with a strong heartbeat, it was stubborn to say that we all lived very much.
"We ... throw the ground."
"Sometimes I take a bath and rub it a few times."
"Most of the time, we take off."
Her voice was calm and even straight, because if not so, they would run for fear of talking.
"Okay, that's not."
Mira muttered and stepped back, closing the door.
"Kak." The door was sutured.
"Huh." Keep breathing.
After a while, there was no sound of water, and the wooden door of the bathroom rang again, but this time Mira did not come out, only her fingertips and wrists appeared.
"Well ... slap."
On the opposite side of the bathroom is the face basin.
Mira threw out the clothes and threw it on the shelf.
One sound, two sounds.
The underwear should be wrapped in clothes and pants.
At this moment, she was actually very nervous, so much so that Mira, who was blushing a little, suddenly felt that it was extremely interesting when she heard the deathly silence outside.
Finally, the sound of water started.
The iron sprinkler of the recruits dormitory's bathroom is very rough, like the works of inferior blacksmith in the village head. Without any polishing, the water flow is always large and full of impact. Therefore, if it is just turned on out of thin air, the sound of water should be swishing.
Only when the person stands under the nozzle, the sound of water will be like now.
Imagination is involuntary, blurred, but it is even more irresistible.
For Han Qingyu, he is no different from everyone ... he is just a nineteenth -year -old, he has never seen a boy who has passed the world, and from a closed small place.
"Huh ... Huh ..." Keep breathing.
After a while, Wen Jifei asked in his throat with a stuck: "Are you okay?"
"Don't make noise." Liu Shiheng closed his eyes and said, "I am imagining that I am water."
The laughter was consciously suppressed by everyone.
"How about you?"
"I ... I'm thinking about dinner." Han Qingyu lay down, the corner of his mouth was tilted, and he mocked himself but honestly, saying, "Just rice, just get the rice, I can eat three bowls."
"I am eight bowls." Said the tomb robber.
Then, I was silent again, except for the sound of water.
I don't know how much time in the past, finally, the sound of water stopped ... After a while, the wooden door rang again.
Mira lowered her head and wiped her short hair with a towel while walking out wearing slippers.
She wore a white short-sleeved T-shirt that was a little too long, so that only a little of the lower edge of her athletic-style red shorts with white edges was exposed.
She just walked to the balcony and muttered: "I don't know when the faucet in the room will be repaired. It will probably take a few days for you to wash it..."
No one responded.
"What's wrong? Are you all okay?" Mira turned around and asked. She was proud of herself and felt that her talent for doing bad things was great.
"it's okay no problem."
Everyone took the opportunity to sit up, pretending to be inadvertent.
A pair of snow -white long legs. After Wen Jifei stunned for a while, he whispered to Han Qingyu with dialect: "My eyes are deaf, Qingzi."
Then, what is that? Colorful.
There is a tattoo on the outside of the thigh on the left of Mira.
The tattoo is composed of patterns and text. The above is a cross, but it is not the style of the chief.
Or perhaps, this is an expression that the person who is willing to bear and suffer for the world is Mira herself. Because these nails were actually hammered into her body.
The text part is not in English and no one can recognize it.
Mira also seemed to notice everyone's eyes, lowered his head and lifted his left leg, looked at it himself, and then looked up and said, "You don't recognize this sentence? ... It translates it, I think about it ... Buried in Xingsha. "
Everyone is silently tasteing this sentence.
"Ha, this is the slogan of our team in the future." Mira suddenly said cheerfully, short hair shaking.
Obviously, a group of people who did not understand what it meant said, "Okay."
"So, practice, okay?"
In Mira's blue gray eyes, the cunning light flashed, and the corner of the mouth could not help but evoke. "You will be a living target tomorrow, and the instructor will be demonstrated ... Can you understand it? So I think probably I should teach you first A lot of things. "
"……good."
