Young Master Officer’s Wife Pursuit

"There is something wrong with me."

Hearing the sound, Mo Shangjun raised his hand and touched the headset.

But she didn't respond. Her eyes flashed slightly, and she collapsed the one who had just emerged.

"What's wrong?" Peng Yuqiu's voice sounded, "I haven't heard any movement from your side."

The venue in charge of Peng Yuqiu was close to Ji Ruonan, and the movement of the opponent's venue felt normal.

"Well, they seem to have colluded, and haven't moved." Ji Ruonan's voice was low, and his tone was mixed with doubt.

Uncomfortable, Mo Shangyun's eyelids jumped.

Did not move?

Mo Shangyun stared at the sight and asked casually, "Did they do anything?"

"Before the signal rang, they had gathered together to discuss what happened." Ji Ruonan said, "Instructor Mo is the leader of your soldiers. Do you have any ideas?"

Mo Shangyun: "...No."

"..."

With such a decisive answer, Ji Ruonan didn't speak well for a while.

"Let's watch it change."

Zhong Tianhao's words ended their topic.

Rather than your one-by-one analysis, it is better to focus on the actions of the students. Anyway, any strategy of the students is up, and they have only the only solution.

What they can do is to let themselves play without hair, so as not to waste time.

The channel was silent again.

The five venues, with the exception of Ji Ruonan's side, from time to time people will smoke and be eliminated.

The method of shooting on the ink is very good. In addition, the shooting angle is the most, and the students hit more than other venues.

At the same time, it is also the easiest.

She is as relaxed as she is. After an hour-long ambush, she has nothing to do. She chats with Peng Yuqiu and Tu Sheng from time to time, more than one student who eliminated them.

The two actively cooperated, but in the end, Zhong Tianhao was stopped by the phrase "I want to chat back to chat".

Facing this topic's terminator, Mo Shangyun sighed helplessly, only 15 minutes left, and Ji Ruonan's venue still had no movement, and his ominous premonition slowly strengthened.

What she thought of was a loss move. Although she was suspected of cheating, there were no regulations.

However, if you pursue it...

Well.

They love how to die, it is their business, if it is the head of her soldiers, she will have to suffer.

It's a headache.

She just taught them to use tactics. When facing them, she used some shameful tricks. When taking them to fight, she occasionally got a little unexpected, but... didn't teach them to cheat.

Mo Shangyun thought absently, and within a few minutes, he killed two hurried heads at once.

Time passed slowly.

There are 7 people left in this area.

The distance is getting closer and closer, but they are hiding more and more cautiously, even the movement is calculated in centimeters. Mo Shangjun might verbally praise two words for training at ordinary times, but in this boring and uninteresting time, Mo Shangyun just wanted to carry them out one by one, and then use a shuttle to whip the corpse.

At two o'clock in the afternoon, the sunlight above the head grew fiercer, and the temperature rose a little bit. She was sweating and sweating on the ground, not to mention the high platform underneath. The temperature was enough to reach 40 degrees, making her uncomfortable.

Sweat fell from the cheeks and into the collar, and the ink on the face frowned.

The channel that was silent for a while rang again.

Zhong Tianhao: "Instructor Ji, is there anything happening on your side?"

Ji Ruonan: "No."

A word of "yes" just slipped into the ear along the headset. Ink on the ink saw a drop of sweat dripping from the eyebrows, which just dropped into her eyes. The sweat had almost no temperature. The burning eyes seemed to feel a refreshing .

Then, she heard Ji Ruonan's scolding—

"Fuck, they all rushed over!"

Mo Shangyun: "..."

The sound of the sniper rifle is not loud, but it is still obvious that the empty package bomb hit the grass and stones.

Mo Shangjun heard the movement of Ji Ruonan's venue, he heard the sound of Ji Ruonan shooting continuously through the channel, and even heard Liang Zhiqiong's shouting: "Cushing--"

Mo Shangyun browed fiercely.

Chong Chong Chong, rushed her into the sea.

There was a sudden increase in the movement there, attracting the attention of the instructors and students in other venues. The headsets were the inquiries of the instructors, and the students in the other venues were all dumbfounded.

Mo Shangyun didn't bother to pay so much attention, and stared at the remaining people in his field seriously, and none of the heads and flaws were let go.

Fortunately, Ji Ruonan's venue was so dynamic, so that several students at her venue had their heads up, Mo Shangyun fired three shots in a blink of an eye, and three smokes rose up at the moment, making them pay for their curiosity cost.

There are four left.

Mo Shangyun moved his neck, but his eyes did not move away from the sight.

With the first three people leading by example, the remaining four are well-behaved and motionless. However, Ji Ruonan's movement over there gradually became quieter.

Mo Shangjun heard the carnival of a group of people.

The channel was silent. In the end, Ji Ruonan voiced helplessly, "Their group rushed at the same time, I hit 11 people here, 13 people left."

At this moment, the rest of the instructors, even Mo Shangyun, thought of a sentence--

1 person, 100 push-ups.

A cold heart.

Mo Shangyun felt that the temperature around him had dropped a lot.

"Yes, they all learned this loss." Peng Yuqiu sounded on the channel.

As soon as he said this, no one on the channel spoke.

As he said, people in other positions have learned this trick.

They made an appointment, and all the steps of unification rushed toward the key point.

——Although the number of people is small, their distance is short.

This is a very risky behavior, but compared to the annihilation of the whole army, they might as well take such a risky way.

The four men guarded by Mo Shangjun were also rushing with their teeth clenched in one breath.

It's just that Mo Shangyun, who had prepared in his heart, fired unhurriedly, and when the last one step away from the focus, fired the last empty bomb, successfully annihilating them.

oVeR.

Mo Shangyun narrowed his eyes, closed the gun, and got up.

She stood on a high platform with a sniper rifle on her shoulders, and raised her eyes to see the vast world. Under the brim, a pair of long and calm eyes glowed brightly in the bright sunlight.

*

An hour is 5 minutes away, and this training is over.

Except that she is not left, Ji Ruonan has 13 left, Zhong Tianhao has 3 left, Tu Sheng has 5 left, Peng Yuqiu has 1 left.

but--

Half an hour later, she and Ji Ruonan all stood downstairs in the office building.

The five stood neatly in a row, on the concrete floor, under the blazing sun above the head, the feet were hot, the air was stuffy and hot, and even the breath seemed to be burned.

They didn't do anything, and sweat left behind their cheeks and neck. A short-sleeved training suit, like the washed one, was completely wet and the color was deeper than usual.

Yan Tianxing stood in front of them, standing idle and lazy, not as upright as they were, and in his hand, he was holding a glass of cold herbal tea.

Mo Shangyun looked forward, but his eyes swept the cold herbal tea in his hand.

This is the difference between the chief instructor and their ordinary instructors.

Mo Shangyun estimated that, for the first time since coming to the training camp, he had the idea of ​​"strategizing to usurp power".

Under the gaze of the five pairs of eyes, Yan Tianxing was like no one else, drinking a cup of herbal tea.

Then he lazily lifted his eyelids, looked away, and fell on Mo Shangjun's body, "Mo Shangyun, dequeue."

"Yes!"

Mo Shangyun took a step forward.

This summer's scorching sun, cold and uncomfortable, does not seem like that... Searing.

Yan Tianxing glanced at the rest of the people and said casually: "Other people, how much should be punished."

"Yes!"

The four roared and prepared for push-ups.

In addition to Mo Shangyun, Peng Yuqiu and others cast their sympathetic glances at Ji Ruonan, and even Zhong Tianhao was no exception.

Ji Ruonan was one of the most aggrieved victims in this student's insult.

13 live mouths, 1300 push-ups.

This is more than 30 degrees of weather, especially at this time, this environment, down to 40 degrees.

As they pity Ji Ruonan, Yan Tianxing suddenly raised his eyebrows, took the cold herbal tea, and walked out of the shadow downstairs in the office, and came under the burning sun.

On the ground, there was an afterglow in the corner of the eye, paying attention to Yan Tianxing's actions.

Soon, they saw that Yan Tianxing stopped in front of Mo Shangjun.

－－－－－－Digression－－－－－－－

I haven't written much in a long time.

It seems... yesterday...injured.

Cry haw.

I don't care, I need to hug myself to recover.

*

My aunt is coming soon, the number of times the bottle is smashed with takeaway Meng=￣w￣= Remember, no, yes!

=￣w￣=Nie Meng sells Meng, try to see if I can change your mind.