Fan Hanyi hesitated.
The unwillingness of everyone in Sanlian was like a heavy burden on his shoulders.
As the saying goes, "A soldier will counsel one, and one will be counseled." As the company commander of the third company, he should have supported the third company. Even if there is something wrong with the third company, he cannot let the third company be seen as a joke. .
However, Mo Shangyun's oppression also left him with no other choice.
Right now, riding a tiger is difficult.
He has to make a choice.
After thinking again and again, after a while, Fan Hanyi frowned slightly, and his voice sank, "Okay, this time we lost, and we will try again when we have a chance next time."
"That would be troublesome."
Mo Shangyun nodded eloquently.
The relationship between Erlian and Sanlian has come to an end along the way.
Anyway, Erlian's face was fought back.
Fan Hanyi's face was as black as coke. He turned around and saw Sanlian, who was full of unwillingness. He waved his hand, "Let's go."
"Company commander—" someone called him in disapproval.
"Walk!"
With a cold drink, Fan Hanyi blocked his words back.
He took the lead and left first.
Soon, the soldiers of the third company looked at each other. Even though they were unwilling and unwilling, they could only hold back under the command of the company commander.
He stood there hesitantly for a while, glaring at each and every one of them, before leaving with a sullen face, holding the gun and helmet.
at the same time-
"Mo Vice-Lian, you are so handsome that you can fly anytime, anywhere!"
"As expected of our Vice-Lian Mo, San Lian was speechless in just a few sentences. The skill of this verbal attack is increasing day by day."
"Mo Fulian, where did you go last night? What happened to your hand? Is it serious? Are there any other injuries?"
…
As soon as the people from the third company left, the people from the second company all gathered around Mo Shangyun.
Mo Shangjun heard their compliments, flattery, and worries, his brows moved slightly, but he didn't care, and looked down at the watch on his wrist.
Eight minutes passed, two minutes left.
Running out of time.
"Zhang Zheng!" Mo Shangjun said loudly.
"arrive!"
Zhang Zheng's sonorous and powerful voice sounded in the crowd.
Gradually, the noise ceased.
Mo Shangyun glanced at the people around him and continued, "Li Liang!"
"arrive!"
"Lin Qi!"
"arrive!"
are there.
Raising his eyebrows, Mo Shangyun turned around and walked out of the crowd, "Follow me."
Others didn't know why, but they made way for her invariably.
Mo Shangyun walked a distance and stopped, followed by the three platoon leaders.
She took a minute to briefly explain the next three things to the three of them.
1. She will not participate in her next actions.
2. Avoid conflict with one another.
3. If possible, march at night and arrive at the destination as soon as possible.
After listening, the three company commanders were full of doubts, but Mo Shangjun didn't even give them a chance to ask.
If you think about it carefully, you can guess what must have happened to Mo Shangyun.
Disappeared at night, sent down by helicopter, covered in injuries...
They can vaguely guess something, but they dare not make guesses when there is no conclusion.
After everything was explained, there was still one minute left, and Mo Shangyun didn't delay any further, waved his hand, and left directly.
The three platoon leaders looked at each other.
The entire Erlian was stunned.
Their pillar, just, gone like this
They were a little reluctant, but they didn't dare to say it, let alone stop Mo Shangyun.
One is for fear of being laughed at by her.
The second is... They don't know her specific injuries, but looking at the blood-stained bandage on her right hand, it should be very badly injured, and she shouldn't be left for any reason.
ten minutes.
Mo Shangjun got on the helicopter on time.
When landing, Yan Tianxing pressed the stopwatch.
09:59.
When Mo Shangjun passed by him, he glanced at him inadvertently, and happened to catch a glimpse of the stopwatch in his hand, and the corner of his mouth twitched.
Did you actually time her
I knew it earlier... I'd better come up two seconds later.
Yan Tianxing calmly retracted the stopwatch, glanced at her right hand, and looked quite sympathetic, "Does your hand hurt?"
The angle of the helicopter's suspension was just right, and the position where the two groups of men and horses stood below was also very empty. With a pair of telescopes, he could see clearly what Mo Shangyun was doing below.
The wound on the back of her right hand was ripped open, and as soon as it was bandaged, she grabbed the rifle and fired three shots in a row, and she was really good at it.
Yan Tianxing's eyes stopped on the bandage of her left hand.
There were several layers of bandages, but the blood was infiltrating and spreading, clearly visible.
As a result, the gloom between the eyebrows is even more.
So if you have the time to do your best, why don't you care about the wasted bandages
"It doesn't hurt."
Mo Shangyun moved his right hand and answered lightly.
Yan Tianxing raised his eyes slightly and praised calmly, "Amazing."
"generally."
Nodding his head, Mo Shangyun appropriately expressed humility.
Yan Tianxing's eyes cooled a bit.
Mo Shangyun pretended not to see it, touched his nose, and sat back safely.
Even if it hurts, it is her suffering. Who is he staring at
Mo Shangjun was in a bad mood at first. Seeing his bad attitude, Mo Shangjun was even more in a bad mood. After taking off his coat and throwing it to him, he didn't bother to look at him again.
Yan Tianxing caught the jacket, but he didn't get angry. He glanced at the military doctor who was on the sidelines, and motioned him to quickly re-bandage Mo Shangyun.
The military doctor understood, and hurriedly approached, he was really not idle in his movements.
Ten minutes later, as soon as Mo Shangyun returned to before the liberation, the wounds on his right hand and shoulder split open again. Once the bandages were loosened, blood was dripping, and the military doctor saw his scalp numb.
No anesthesia, no painkillers, how painful is this
Looking carefully at Mo Shangyun, noticing her pale face with pain, the military doctor shuddered, and tried to lighten his hand as much as possible.
Ugh.
His daughter is so old. If his daughter suffered this kind of injury outside, she would have to pretend to be calm and keep silent, and he would probably die of distress.
Yan Tianxing silently watched across from him.
Even if the soldiers he brought, those big men with strong vigor, if they were injured to this extent by Mo Shangyun, even if they were not in pain, they would not be able to wait for treatment calmly. Those with weak stamina would look for opportunities to divert their attention. Strength, endurance, at least will frown.
It's the first time that Yan Tianxing has seen someone like Mo Shangyun, who behaves like his body is not his own, or that he has no pain.
is tolerable.
But I don't know that only babies who cry can get milk.
a while.
Yan Tianxing tilted his head and looked at the two men who were rescued on a stretcher.
Ten minutes of delay here, and the military doctors have no opinion, because—
These two people, for a short time, are not life-threatening.
Although the injury was very serious, the vital parts were not injured. At most, there were multiple scars and excessive blood loss, and there were no other major problems.
In other words, when Mo Shangjun attacked in the later stage, although he was ruthless enough, he did not aim at their dead end, and at the beginning of her attack, when the two were relatively sober, they were barely blocked.
Presumably halfway through the fight, he suddenly calmed down and changed his mind about getting rid of them.
However, Yan Tianxing had no way of knowing how Mo Shangyun's psychology changed.
He couldn't ask, and neither could anyone else.
After half an hour.
The helicopter was parked on the top floor of the military district hospital.
It was heard that there were three injured people, and the hospital had prepared three stretchers, but the two men were carried down, while Mo Shangjun walked down.
She got off the helicopter with all the injuries on her body and calmly followed the doctor into the hospital building. It took her an hour to treat all other injuries on her body, and then she was assigned to a single room. Hang a little bit.
Mo Shangyun is boring.
Even, bored to count the leaves visible outside the window.
The ward she was in was on the third floor. Through the narrow window, she could barely see half the sky, a building, and the branches that obliquely blocked the small half of the window.
There is a row of camphor planted downstairs, the leaves grow lush, and the sunlight outside is soft, pouring on the gray-green leaves, burning brightly, and the light is refracted in, which is quite dazzling.
She looked out of the window from various angles, and at different angles, the number of leaves that appeared in her field of vision was also different.
Stare intently for a few moments, then close your eyes, recalling the number of leaves you saw.
The number of words is close, but there are always errors.
So, try and fail again and again.
After trying until his eyes were a little tired, Mo Shangjun frankly admitted that the task was a bit arduous, he looked back lazily, yawned, and returned to the bed with the bottle, intending to sleep for two hours first.
After all, she is not a sturdy body, no matter how hard she is, she still needs to rest.
Of course—
Yan Tianxing came in at this time.
With a "knock", he knocked on the door and walked in directly.
At that time, Mo Shangyun was standing by the bed hanging a medicine bottle. She injured her right hand and left arm. Her right hand was wrapped in a bandage like a zongzi, and a needle was inserted into the back of her left hand to hang the drip. His right hand was holding the medicine bottle and hanging it up, his movements were not ambiguous at all.
Yan Tianxing glanced inside and couldn't help but be stunned.
At that moment, I really hope it was an illusion.
It's all hurt like this, and she can still do it so well, why not kill her directly
However, Mo Shangyun calmly looked at him, and after glancing at him, he hung up the medicine bottle, then sat down on the bed unhurriedly, lifted his legs, took off his slippers, and laid flat on the bed.
"What's up?"
She leaned against the pillow behind her and asked him lazily.
Yan Tianxing walked into the door and closed the door smoothly.
"They'll take you away in the afternoon."
"Oh."
Mo Shangyun nodded slightly, but she expected it.
Yan Tianxing came over and put the porridge in his hand on the bed table next to him, "Drink the porridge first."
"I'm not hungry." Mo Shangyun lifted his eyelids.
She didn't feel hungry and didn't want to eat.
"Just ask once, do you want to eat?"
Yan Tianxing had a sullen face, too lazy to talk to her.
"Hello?"
Mo Shangyun raised his eyebrows, somewhat irritated.
Yan Tianxing lowered his eyes and stared at her.
During the day, they marched in the field, and in the evening, they made a comprehensive attack plan for the company. At night, they rushed the road in the middle of the night and killed two mercenaries.
Everything came together, but she was done perfectly, and she survived until she was scarred.
But, you still have to keep that momentum and publicity, and you can't relax when you are resting.
Ordinary people must be exhausted after a long period of high tension and come to such a relaxed and safe environment, and they are not afraid to expose their weaknesses and dead spots.
Only this woman's nerves are still tense, and she has never been relaxed from beginning to end.
Her brows were lightly furrowed and she was a little impatient, adding a bit of vividness to her overly delicate face. There was a wound on her forehead, and a band-aid was attached.
Even with injuries, it is still eye-catching.
"Row."
Retracting his gaze lightly, Yan Tianxing hooked his lower lip playfully, and answered patiently.
She only had two hands, one with drips, one hand became dumplings, and she wanted to force her to eat.
Since she took the initiative to propose, it's better to move lightly.
Taking out the porridge bowl, Yan Tianxing fed her with a spoon. Before feeding each spoonful of porridge into her mouth, she let it cool down.
However, at first glance, he did not serve anyone, and his movements were very stiff.
Mo Shangjun finished his meal indifferently.
Since he was condescending to feed her, he didn't tell him that it was not only hot, but also not tasty at all.
Anyway... it will be soon, not once or twice.
Yan Tianxing packed up the tableware and didn't throw it in the room, but took it out and threw it into the trash can in the corridor.
After a while, he came back.
"Sleep." Yan Tianxing closed the door and approached.
Mo Shangyun looked out the window, "I can't sleep."
The eyelids are very heavy, tired and sleepy, but this matter is not over, no matter how sleepy it is, it is difficult to fall asleep, so it is better to wait like this.
"Lie down."
Raising her brows lightly, Yan Tianxing lifted the quilt to make half of the bed for her.
Mo Shangyun raised his eyes and looked at him.
The two of them looked at each other, and they didn't have too strong emotions, but they were deadlocked for a moment.
After a while, Mo Shangyun compromised and lay down silently.
Yan Tianxing helped her cover the quilt.
"Close your eyes." Yan Tianxing used a commanding tone.
Mo Shangyun's eyes widened, but before she could see the person clearly, Yan Tianxing's hand reached out and covered her eyes.
That hand was cold, and the palm was rough, rubbing against her eyebrows, itchy and uncomfortable, but the movement was so soft that Mo Shangyun couldn't resist for a while.
Later, she heard his magnetic voice, a little gentle, "I'll accompany you."
119. The service of the suitors