You were asked to repeat your senior year of high school, and you took advantage of the opportunity

"Time flies so fast."

At a military airport in Caracas.

Looking at the several Y-20 Kunpeng transport aircraft loading and unloading supplies not far away, Ma Shankui suddenly sighed.

Jiang Chen stood to the side and nodded, saying, "Yes, in the blink of an eye, more than half a year has passed."

But he was silently adding a sentence in his heart.

In the blink of an eye, six or seven years have passed.

It's 2018 now.

Seven or eight years have indeed passed since he was reborn.

In recent years, he has traveled to many places and broadened his horizons.

The only thing I miss now.

That's my home, located in a poor mountainous area.

"You have a vacation of almost half a year this time, right? Are you planning to take care of things? That girl has been waiting for you for many years." Ma Shankui turned his head and asked Jiang Chen.
The two were comrades-in-arms and fellow villagers.

They have a very good relationship.

So it's perfectly normal to speak casually and ask private questions.

Jiang Chen nodded and said, "It really needs to be done, but the premise is that the other person is willing. Every time we disappear, it's either for a few months or half a year. If she follows us, wouldn't it be like she's living a life of widowhood? So if she's willing to marry, then I will definitely marry her. If she's not willing, then I won't force her."

Ma Shankui rolled his eyes at him and said irritably, "That's the truth, but it sounds really harsh. If the girl wasn't willing, would she have waited for you for so many years?"

Jiang Chen thought for a moment.

Right.

Although what I said was the absolute truth, it did make me sound like a cold-blooded machine.

Because in other people's ears.

Jiang Chen chose to marry Xie Shiying out of guilt or other emotions.

"Don't talk about me, what about you?" Jiang Chen looked at Ma Shankui and asked with a smile, "You've also made contributions and received rewards this time, and you've been promoted to lieutenant colonel. When you go home, are you going to go on a blind date, get married, and have a baby?"

This time I'm in Venezuela.

The volunteer team was awarded a collective first-class merit.

The team members received numerous individual second-class merit awards, individual third-class merit awards, and other honors.

Jiang Chen and Ma Shankui both received a second-class merit award.

His military rank was also raised.

Promoted to lieutenant colonel (armor).

Ma Shankui looked at his epaulets with some excitement and nodded, saying, "Go back and take a look. It doesn't matter if I have feelings for them or not, the key is to be reliable and patient. Otherwise, what if they cheat on me when I go abroad on a mission?"

"You're really something, kid. You're so much younger than me, but your promotion speed has already surpassed mine." "Tsk tsk, you were promoted to lieutenant colonel at twenty-four or twenty-five. Will you be a general by your thirties?"

Based on Jiang Chen's speed of achieving merit.

It took six or seven years to be promoted to lieutenant colonel, which is considered slow.

But given his young age...

Therefore, the above considerations are based on various factors.

I deliberately put him under pressure.

However, once he has served ten years in the military, the suppression will cease, or rather, it will become impossible to suppress him.

At that time.

This is when Jiang Chen's accumulated strength will finally be unleashed.

Therefore, it is quite possible that Ma Shankui said he was promoted to major general in his thirties.

"Who can say what the future holds?" Jiang Chen glanced at the Y-20 Kunpeng not far away and continued, "Actually, I'm not very interested in promotion. If I could just live a simple life again, I would be willing to accept any punishment, let alone stay in the same position or even be completely stripped of my title."

Ma Shankui rubbed his hands together, a gleam appearing on his face. "Yeah, if I could beat up that little brat again, I'd gladly take my lieutenant colonel job."

"I haven't had enough."

"He died a little over a hundred days ago."

"We're still a long way from reaching 30 million!"

Jiang Chen reached out and patted his shoulder, smiling as he said, "It's alright, there will be plenty of opportunities in the future."

"One day I'll plant a mushroom egg, and that will be enough."

Ma Shankui said seriously, "One isn't enough."

"At least ten."

Jiang Chen nodded.

I admit I was too soft-hearted.

We need to plant at least ten.

No.

One hundred!

Sigrún has taught at the Iceland University of the Arts as a part-time lecturer since and was Dean of the Department of Fine Art from -. In – she held a research position at Reykjavík Art Museum focusing on the role of women in Icelandic art. She studied fine art at the Icelandic College of Arts and Crafts and at Pratt Institute, New York, and holds BA and MA degrees in art history and philosophy from the University of Iceland. Sigrún lives and works in Iceland.

P.S.: This book should be considered finished. Its performance on QQ Reading was so-so, and its average subscriptions on Qidian remained around 2,800 or 2,900, never reaching 3,000. But it doesn't really matter; air force novels are a niche genre anyway. The later parts were a bit of a struggle. Sigh, so I won't be writing about the air force in my next book; I'll write something else.

or.

I'm not writing anymore. (End of Chapter)