The team did not act immediately, and at the same time, the assistants did not react in time.
All the sights that fell on Mo Shangjun were full of doubts.
"Mo Shangyun."
Yi An was the first to react and walked directly to Mo Shangyun.
Mo Shangyun lifted his eyelids, glanced at Yi An, and corrected in a calm voice, "Instructor Mo."
After a slight pause, Yi An's face turned ugly for a moment, but she quickly changed her mind: "Instructor Mo, what do you want to do?"
"The fighting training is not over." Mo Shangjun said lightly.
"Can-"
Yi An wanted to say something, but was interrupted directly by Mo Shangyun: "If there is a problem, let Chen Yu come to me."
All the instructors present had no right to interfere in Mo Shangyun's decision.
Only Chen Yu.
However, Chen Yu was not there.
Yi Ani likes to do things according to the rules, so she doesn't appreciate Mo Shangyun's approach, but she also has nothing to do with Mo Shangyun.
As Mo Shangyun said, if he wants to interfere in Mo Shangyun's behavior, it can only be Chen Yulai.
Yi Hui tilted her head and stared at Mo Shangyun for a few moments, and finally turned around to adjust the team that was allowed to leave the students.
At the entrance of the cafeteria, Chen Yu stood with a dark face, looking up at the direction of the training ground.
Accompanied by Peng Yuqiu and Ji Zhou.
Logically, the team should be brought over within three minutes, but now they don't even see a shadow.
In front of outsiders, Chen Yu naturally didn't want to lose face, but letting Peng Yuqiu and Ji Zhou stand alone would be tantamount to humiliating him.
Chen Yu's face was very ugly.
Normally, Peng Yuqiu and Ji Zhou would definitely help him, but now the situation is a little different. The two kept silent in tacit understanding, and didn't say a word, let alone clear the siege.
When Chen Yu waited impatiently, finally, they heard the sound of uniform footsteps.
Although the sound of the footsteps was a bit wrong, Chen Yu was relieved and looked up at the corner.
However-
The picture that greeted him almost didn't make him vomit blood on the spot!
fuck.
Chen Yu's eyes widened as he looked at the team that was brought back.
The original team of about 200 people has been reduced by one-third, Chen Yu glanced around twice, at most, he could feel the momentum of more than 200 people, but the number of people added up to more than 100 people!
Then, Chen Yu noticed that there was no Mo Shangyun in the crowd.
Chen Yu's first instinct was that Mo Shangyun must have done something again!
"what happened?!"
As soon as he saw the team being brought close, Chen Yu shouted to them with a face of the King of Hell.
Yi Hui was the first to stand up, "Instructor Mo left those who were injured and those who caused others to be injured. He said there was something else, so he left them behind."
Chen Yu frowned, "What exactly does she want to do?"
After a pause, Yi Hui told the truth: "She said, if you have any questions, let you go to her."
Peng Yuqiu raised his eyebrows with interest.
have to!
Such arrogant shouting is really like what Mo Shangyun would do.
Ji Zhou glanced at Peng Yuqiu and warned him not to gloat too clearly.
Peng Yu Qiusui took back the smile on his face.
"Sorry, you two go to dinner first," Chen Yu said to Ji Zhou and Peng Yuqiu, and then to Yi Hui, "Do whatever you need to do."
"Yes."
Yi An responded.
Night had already fallen, and the howling wind seemed to be more violent. The students standing in the open space had the illusion that they would be blown away at any time.
However, Mo Shangyun, who was relatively thin and weak, stood in front of the queue and stood still.
Dozens of people stared at Mo Shangyun, not knowing what she wanted to do.
Mo Shangyun raised his voice, "Take out the column."
"Yes!"
Guan Tou responded angrily and walked out of the team.
With Mo Shangyun's previous slaps in the face and repeated defeats in the back, the current state of mind will explode at any time. In every move, even in one eye, there is a burning flame, rushing out, if possible. , I am afraid that I want to burn Mo Shangyun directly to the bone.
Mo Shangyun, who prided himself on being good-natured, naturally wouldn't bother with him.
Carrying a whistle in his hand, Mo Shangjun shook the rope, and then asked Guan Tu, "Do you know the reason for leaving you?"
"Ghost knows!" Guan Chu responded irritably and snorted coldly, expressing his disdain for Mo Shangyun.
Unexpectedly, Mo Shangyun wasn't angry at all, on the contrary, he was very calm, nodding unhurriedly, "It's normal if you don't know."
fuck!
Guan Thou opened his mouth and wanted to refute, but soon he recalled the fear of being unilaterally abused by Mo Shangyun, clenched his teeth tightly, and tried to control himself not to be thick, but the blue veins on his forehead and neck, But there is no doubt that people are clamoring - the labor and management are very angry, and the labor and management are going to go crazy.
"Remember 500 push-ups first." Mo Shangyun said, "I'll give you another chance. If you can't answer, don't eat."
"You—" Guan Tzu gritted his teeth.
However, even as arrogant as he is, he knows how much skipping meals will affect their training.
It's not something that you can just endure.
If you don’t eat tonight, training at night will be difficult. Rest in the evening and morning exercise in the morning, evening exercise and morning exercise are extremely exhausting. If you don’t eat a meal, you may not be able to stick to it.
Anyway, take it softly now, which is a matter of breathing.
Taking a deep breath, Guan said angrily, "Because we wounded our opponent."
Mo Shangyun raised his eyebrows, "Yes, even you know it."
This slightly ridiculed tone seems to be a kind of contempt for Guan Que's IQ.
Inadvertently adding fire and angering others is a habit for Mo Shangyun.
People who are close to the tube can hear the sound of the tube grinding.
They couldn't help but feel a little sympathy for Guan Fu.
Although, they also sympathize with themselves.
"Beep-"
Mo Shangyun blew his whistle, drawing everyone's attention back.
"I left two groups of you here. One is that you hurt your opponent, and it's not serious. Take a few steps, speaking slowly.
Everyone looked at her intently.
Seeing the previous interaction between Yi Hui and Mo Shangyun, some of them have come out, and this project is not within the regulations.
They didn't know what Mo Shangjun wanted to do, but they felt vaguely that it was not a good thing for her to stay.
"Report!"
In the team behind Guan Que, someone shouted.
Mo Shangyun raised his eyes, "Speak."
The other party said righteously: "Injuries in combat training are inevitable, and we are not maliciously hurting others. Why should we stay?"
Her brows moved slightly, Mo Shangyun glanced around, and after finding that most people supported his words, the expression on her brows gradually cooled down.
She could see that most people thought so.
These talents have been here for two days, and very few of them know each other, so when facing a group of unfamiliar and competitive people, they can of course not regard each other as comrades in arms, but more of them as competitors.
Since it is a competitor, it can be one less.
Although most of them would not intentionally hurt each other, they always thought that no matter how powerful this person is, as long as his injury affects his training, there may be one less competitor.
This kind of thinking is inevitable for most people.
Few people can really correct their mentality and compete with the group of people around them who wear the same military uniform as themselves.
However, this is nowhere else!
Here are the troops.
Anyone who wears the same uniform is a comrade in arms!
All for actual combat.
When two unfamiliar troops cooperate on the battlefield, once there is selfishness, the losses caused are incalculable.
Mo Shangjun can understand the emergence of this kind of psychology, but she doesn't want them to take this kind of psychology for granted.
"Who told you that hurting comrades in combat is a matter of course?!"
A cold gaze swept the audience, Mo Shangyun said word by word, not a word with much emotion, but inexplicably shocked the hearts of the people present, and unconsciously became nervous.
When they looked at Mo Shangyun seriously again, they found that the idleness on her expression had completely faded away, and her eyes were stern and cold.
Even with that, the surrounding atmosphere was inexplicably dignified.
The students who were still in agreement with the person who spoke earlier were somehow hit by her cold rebuke. Strangely, they felt a little guilty.
"There won't be a fighting instructor who will teach you that it is a skill to injure the opponent in battle. Those who are really capable will not be complacent because they have delayed their competitors' training for a while!"
The wind was very strong, and Mo Shangyun's words were torn apart by the wind as soon as she said it, but for some reason, in such a strong wind, every word she said clearly fell into their ears.
Every word made them feel guilty.
506、Exit [four] penalty push-ups [two more votes]