The Story of Ling and Heng (67)

Li Nanheng continued speaking into his headphones.

It was connected to the bases' command center and the other helicopters. Whenever new orders were issued from the base, he needed to make quick judgment of the situation and give his commands to the members in the other helicopters.

At this moment, everyone's expressions were stern and composed; no one paid any attention to each other's statuses as drillmasters or newbies.

On a rare occasion, Feng Ling found that there was actually nothing she could do to help.

She sat in the rear end of the helicopter with her back straight as she listened attentively to Li Nanheng's words.

The wind rushed past her ears with an incessant whistling noise, pushing against her short hair. She raised her hand to touch her hair and thought to herself that short hair was indeed the most appropriate. On a helicopter like this, having long hair would definitely affect her movement and vision.