Young Master Officer’s Wife Pursuit

The next day.

The weather turned cold and cold winds were blowing.

Mo Shangjun put on his training uniform, and just opened the dormitory door, and the cold wind poured in from the door.

With a strong chilly wind, it blew across the cheeks and neck, causing a shudder.

Taking a deep breath, Mo Shangjun straightened the military cap, went out, and closed the door.

At the same time, Lin Qi, who was sleeping in the upper berth, was awakened by the slight closing sound, and after opening his eyes for a moment, he became clear again.

The wake-up whistle hadn't rang yet, and the outside was quiet. Only the street lamp lights coming in from outside were dark.

Rolling over, Lin Qi raised Dai Watch's left hand and looked at the time.

It's half past four, and it's not even time to get up.

After being confused for two seconds, Lin Qi was immediately awake and rolled over and sat up from the bed.

What did Mo Shangjun go out so early?

Thinking about it, all kinds of doubts flashed through my mind, and finally there was only a clear answer--

training!

*

ten minutes later.

Lin Qi, well-dressed, arrived at the training ground.

The temperature is very low, the cold wind is practiced, the dense fog has just risen, covering the huge training ground, the figure running on the 400-meter obstacle, looming in the faint light and dense fog.

Although it is not clear, the floating Lin Qi of the figure can still be seen clearly, and it is definitely the shape of ink on Yun.

The training uniform, military cap, and military boots flashed quickly from the field of vision, and Lin Qi's expression became more dignified in speed.

The score of the 400-meter obstacle is already excellent in one minute and forty seconds. However, at the speed of ink painting, it is estimated that it does not take one minute and thirty seconds.

Damn it!

Lin Qi gritted his teeth.

A person who shook God, in the thick fog, disappeared into the field of vision.

After recovering, Lin Qi frowned, and just wanted to find the figure, he heard a clear voice behind him--

"Early."

Simple words, relaxed and comfortable.

As soon as Lin Qi turned around, he saw Mo Shangyun's figure.

She was standing next to the parallel bars less than five meters behind her, a towel on her shoulder, a bottle of mineral water in her hand, just unscrewed, and after greeted Lin Qi, she took two sips of water.

"Later than you."

Lie pouting, Lin Qi said uncomfortably.

The entire company, except for the cooking class, is estimated to have no earlier than her.

Hearing her yin-yang sound, Mo Shangyun twisted the lid of the mineral water directly under the parallel bars, and then threw the towel on the parallel bars, turned around and wanted to leave.

"Where?" Lin Qi raised her voice.

"Run."

Without looking back, Mo Shangyun lazily replied, and the figure walked further and further in the dense fog until no trace was seen.

Lin Qi stood on the spot, feeling the thicker mist around her, her brow lightly pumped, and then exhaled for a long time.

Mo Shangjun did not choose the runway, but chose the nearby mountain off-road. Lin Qiben hesitated whether to run with her, but the fog was too thick. The mountain was not only easy to get lost, but there might also be accidents, so I took a step back. Four hundred meters runway.

When running, time always passed very slowly. Lin Qi ran for about 40 minutes. When tired and exhausted, he did not wait until Mo Shangyun came back.

At the time, a strong sense of headfall hit the bottom of my heart.

At half past five, the wake-up whistle sounded.

Lin Qi, a platoon leader, had to leave the runway and lead his platoon of soldiers to gather.

One and a half hours of morning training is not a company training together. Volleyball and volleyball are conducted separately. Occasionally, minor adjustments can be made, but the basic training remains unchanged.

Five kilometers of armed cross-country, five one hundred, five hundred meters obstacles, one parallel bars and one practice.

During this time, the dense fog is spreading a little bit, and the field of vision of the training ground is becoming wider and wider.

However, Lin Qi's time on the training ground was a little restless.

Because, since Mo Shangyun left the training ground, she has never seen her figure again.

*

At nine o'clock, Mo Shangyun returned to the dormitory building.

The entire training suit was soaked in sweat, and cold wind hit from all sides, and it was cold and biting.

Half an hour ago, she went down the mountain, and after taking two buns in the cafeteria, she went to the doorman to take her luggage.

Not much luggage, a suitcase, a backpack.

"Mo Fulian!"

As soon as I reached the dormitory building, I saw a soldier running over and saluted her standardly.

Mo Shangyun returned a military salute.

"Mo Fulian, I was sent by the instructor," Xiaobing's face turned red, and he smiled toward Mo. "If you are free, let me take you around the base and get familiar with the environment."

"Wait a long time?" Mo Shangyun looked at him.

The soldier is not too old. She seems to be one or two years younger than her. Her face is round and she is obviously frozen. Her face and hands are flushed.

"Hehe." Xiaobing smiled and said quickly, "Soon."

Without exposing it, Mo Shangyun said directly, "Go ahead first."

"Hey," Xiaobing responded, and then saw the suitcase in Mo Shangyun's hand, and immediately reached for it. "I'll help you."

The suitcase was full of clothes, not heavy. After being snatched by him, Mo Shangyun didn't say anything, but led the way.

The soldier followed honestly.

After opening the door with the key, Mo Shangyun entered, poured a cup of hot water for the soldier, and then took a new training suit and went to the bathroom to replace the wet one.

Holding the hot water in his hand, the soldier stood on the side of the door. There was heat rising from the cup. Looking at the clean and tidy bedroom through a layer of water mist, his eyes were spinning round and round, looking very puzzled. .

Mo Shangyun heard about the incident when he first came. He heard about it before he came this morning. He thought it was a strict, hard-working, and hard-to-get-out female officer.

Quite easy going!

Hey, there is still hot water to drink!

After scratching his hair, the soldier was a little confused.

After changing clothes, Mo Shangyun didn't stay much, didn't even check the luggage, and went out with the soldier directly.

Xu had the "kindness" of that cup of hot water. The soldier had a little less fear and more enthusiasm for Mo Shangyun. When he went downstairs, he even talked a lot. He continued to introduce Mo Shangjun to the bases.处设备。 Equipment.

This base, big or small, is not small.

The reconnaissance company does not have large-scale equipment, but small training equipment is very complete. In addition to the open-air training ground, there is also an independent sports building with a swimming pool, fighting field, shooting range, etc., which are very complete.

Xiao Bing introduced it to Mo Shangjun one by one.

but--

Just two-thirds of the time, the behavior of the two wandering around the base was forcibly terminated.

Mo Shangyun was called to the commander's office.

The soldier was warm-hearted and just sent Mo Shangyun to the door of the office before leaving.

knock. knock. knock.

The finger knocked three times on the door, and Mo Shangyun stopped.

"Come in."

Inside the door came a rough, deep voice.

The door was unlocked, Mo Shangjun unscrewed the door and went straight in.

At the desk, the battalion commander sitting in a chair was talking on the phone. When Mo Shangjun entered, he only heard him say "OK" and hung up the phone.

During this period, Mo Shangyun looked at him a few times.

A round face, very easy-going, slightly fat, but between the eyebrows, there is a solemn and solemn, neutralizing the sense of easy-going.

"Mo Shangjun, right?" Without waiting for Mo Shangjun to speak, the commander pointed to the chair opposite, and said, "Sit first."

"Yes!"

With simple and clear words, Mo Shangyun just responded and walked across the desk to sit down.

Without going straight into the subject, the camp commander said a few polite words to Mo Shangyun in advance.

After seeing a lot of people with his instructor, Mo Shangyun was also used to the flow of these people's speeches, and he followed his words one by one.

There is not much talk, less talk, less mistakes, and a decent answer. The impression score is not too good, but not bad.

After speaking for a few minutes, the battalion commander said of the business, "Yes, I have something here, I would like to seek your opinion."

"You say."

Mo Shangyun raised his eyebrows.

"Our military district intends to pick some top talents and conduct an assessment in two months. We have read all your resumes, which are very good, and the military skills are also good, so this time you are on the list," the battalion leader looked at her, his expression slightly Seriously, "Just ask you, what are your thoughts?"

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