Young Master Officer’s Wife Pursuit

A set of sentences, brought back the sight of all the students present.

It's just that the individual thoughts are still on the contest between Mo Shangyun and Yan Jinzheng. They are absent, and they have not entered the state at all.

Mo Shangyun walked back to the other instructors.

Her hand reached Mucheng.

However, Duan Zimu, who was standing next to Mu Cheng, handed the roster and trumpet to her.

Lifting the eyelids, Mo Shangjun glanced at Duan Zimu, and just smiled at Duan Zimu's eyes. Mo Shangjun slightly twitched the corner of his mouth, took the thing and turned to the team.

"Zamabu, half an hour."

Going to the front of the team, Mo Shangyun will raise his horn, and his voice cannot be denied.

Everyone present was stunned for a moment, then immediately recovered from the previous thoughts.

what?

Zamabu?

"report!"

There was a loud cry from the crowd.

"Say." Mo Shangyun frowned slightly.

"Does Zamabu do anything?" the man shouted loudly.

After glancing at him, Mo Shangyun almost perfunctoryly said: "Slim and self-cultivation."

The man: "..."

Everyone: "..."

fall!

They don’t come to be saints.

"Let's talk about the rules first," Mo Shangyun looked at the tangled faces and continued, "If it's not standard, 1 point will be deducted; if you can't keep it, 1 point will be deducted."

After finishing speaking, I didn't want to wait for them to ask questions one by one. Mo Shangyun said straightforwardly: "Start."

The irrefutable order fell down, and no matter how reluctant they were, they had to follow Mo Shangjun's order to start the march.

Zamabu is a difficult process, the first practice, all supported by perseverance.

The most terrible thing is that Mo Shangyun's requirements are very stringent, and she must strictly follow her standards. Every deviation can be trained.

But for a few minutes, they remained motionless, sweating on their foreheads, necks, backs and other places, and the afternoon sun hit them, the effect was better.

Soon, all the sweat soaked the lapel.

Mo Shangjun took a wooden board and wandered among them. There was a slightly non-standard wooden board waiting. The serious non-standard can't help but can't help but wait.

Ji Ruonan is fine, and occasionally he will point out their posture.

As for Duan Zimu, Peng Yuqiu, and Mu Cheng, they stood far away and watched how Mo Shangyun led his troops.

"322, 1 point deduction."

Mo Shangyun, who was standing next to Midsummer, slapped the plank in his hand towards Midsummer's arm and said mercilessly.

Midsummer gritted his teeth and gave him a very unwilling glance.

She has twenty minutes left.

If Mo Shangyun picks up her troubles in combat training again...

She could hardly persist for three days.

Her goal now has been from perseverance to staying here for a few more days, at least not to be the first person to leave, so as not to be laughed after going back.

However, Mo Shangyun or Duan Zimu, and other instructors even deducted points for her under the strict name. It took only a few days to earn 100 points.

Midsummer frowned,

Mo Shangyun didn't care much about her and turned away.

Midsummer stared at her back bitterly, then slowly retracted her eyes, raised her eyes, and looked at Duanzimu in the open space in front.

Duan Zimu...

The deputy battalion commander of the battalion next door with her. Because of their young and promising appearance, their handsome appearance and mysterious personality, they are also the objects that most female soldiers of their company adore, and they are often the central figures of their gossip before going to bed.

Midsummer squeezed her lips tightly, her face slightly pale.

Such a person, now, intentionally or unintentionally, favors Mo Jun.

In the morning exercises and shooting training that Duan Zimu was in charge of yesterday, although the deduction of points did not pick out any mistakes, in fact, he deducted more severely than other instructors.

Moreover, the focus is on her alone.

Thinking of this, Midsummer frowned, and an angry flame ignited in his heart, as if he could burn through his chest at any time, which was extremely difficult to collect.

"322, 1 point deduction."

I don't know how long after that, I heard Mo Shangyun's voice again.

Midsummer suddenly pulled back a little consciousness from the raging anger.

She tilted her head and stared angrily at Mo Shangyun on the side, and at this time, Mo Shangyun, just holding a pen to deduct her score, raised her eyes and looked at her lightly.

Waiting for her to erupt.

"I don't have a lot of movement errors." Sheng Xia carefully looked at his movements, arguing his teeth arguing towards the ink.

Mo Shangyun shrugged, "So I didn't hit you."

"Then why do you deduct my points?" Midsummer said irritably.

"Not focused enough." Mo Shangyun said slowly.

"..."

Midsummer bit her lower lip, her lips pale.

Strongly endured the urge not to fight Mo Shangyun.

Mo Shangyun shook the wooden board and left the roster.

at the same time--

"Eh, letters, I read the information," said Mu Shangyun, who scored two points in succession, and looked at Mu Cheng in the bottom of his eyes. He touched his chin and said to Duanzi, "This midsummer is your soldier?" "

"I don't call letters."

Duan Zimu didn't even look at him.

"That's called Little A?" Mu Cheng said intentionally.

"..."

Duan Zimu didn't even care about him.

"Then do you know her?" He hooked on Mu Cheng's shoulders, and said to Peng Yuqiu Duanzi, "I guess I have touched her and got her away. She has to struggle."

"I know." Suddenly, Duan Zimu added slowly, "She can't toss."

I used to have a little memory of this midsummer because of the outstanding performance of female soldiers.

However, when I went to participate in the selection of the X special team before, there was a black history, and what was said was not true.

It is no good for her future.

Even if she broke the pot, she wanted to make things happen, and it didn't make sense.

"That's fine."

Peng Yuqiu nodded and patted Mu Cheng's shoulder, beckoning him to rest assured.

Mu Cheng slowly took his eyes away, thinking that Duan Zimu had to get used to this nickname in the future.

At the end of the half-hour Ma Bu time, Mo Shangyun looked at most of the scores with satisfaction, and then blew his whistle to let them rest for five minutes.

Her voice just fell, and most people fell to the ground.

Looking up and looking at it, a few students with martial arts skills can still stand intact, but they are all sweaty and consume a lot of physical strength.

"Fuck, do we have to march every time we fight in the future? I have to give up twice a week."

Someone started to complain on the ground.

"Come on, eat bitterly and bitterly, just be a man. Anyway, since I saw that the instructor of Mo has defeated all words, I have no idea what she asked us to do."

"The same is true. Instructor Mo must have practiced this way. Damn, if one day I can surpass her, I will suffer as much as I can."

"Beyond her, don't think about it. Let's take Yanjin as the goal first." The people on the side poured cold water on them chillily.

"..."

The collective mute.

Then there was another long sigh.

When will there be such a perverted force value of Mexican instructors? !

A group of people have suffered hardships and sweated, and their hearts are full of yearnings for the value of the force on the ink.

Everyone gritted their teeth and endured the aches and pains of the whole body to gather together in a proper manner.

What greeted them next was all kinds of unbearable torture.

Through self-study in the first combat training, Mo Shangjun magically classified the fighting abilities of more than 300 people. The first batch of the strongest still practice autonomously, and the second batch can control the basic combat. Skills and the third batch have great room for improvement, all by Mo Shangyun to check.

And personally check.

The third batch, fighting and fighting, started to learn from the beginning to the end; the second batch all followed Mo Shangyun's corrections.

In the next two hours, Mo Shangyun basically did not take a break, and the students who took breaks from time to time were tired and gasping, but she seemed to feel tired alone, and came and went freely among them.

This powerful physical stamina shocked people.

Not even the men, but Mo Shangyun was a woman, and he was so young that he was deeply hit.

In the last half hour, conduct group fighting confrontation training.

Grouped according to the three batches of students, first, all the people performed 2 people PK, then random 2 to 1 PK.

In order to save time, three groups of people are divided into three areas, and PK is performed at almost the same time.

And Mo Shangyun, who had a rough idea of ​​their strength, watched back and forth in the middle of the three areas after the start of PK, and the supervision was the responsibility of the teaching assistant.

First walk around in the second and third batch of students before Mo Shangyun came to the first batch of pioneers.

"Mo Shangyun, Lin Qi and Midsummer PK's results came out."

As soon as he arrived, Ji Ruonan walked straight towards Mo Shangyun.