"Well, I don't go to special forces."
Mo Shangjun said lightly, as if she did not consider "special forces" as an option for her future life.
At this time, Yan Tianxing, who was setting up a tent, glanced here intentionally or unintentionally.
"why?"
Mu Qixuan was a little surprised, looked up at her, and even forgot to peel the last layer of lotus leaves that wrapped the beggar chicken.
In his impression, any soldier he encounters is proud of "joining the special forces", and what's more, when he hears "special forces", his blood will boil.
That's where they can stand firm, fulfill their mission, and become a true soldier.
They have an inexplicable admiration and longing for that kind of place.
"Danger."
Mo Shangjun said lightly, and threw a dead wood into the bonfire.
After being stunned for a moment, Mu Qixuan smiled, "Are you afraid?"
Mo Shangyun thought about it for a while, then hooked his lips, "It's possible."
It's possible, it's not "really afraid", it's just that she herself can't tell.
"Behind the scenes isn't for you either." Mu Qixuan put away his smile and commented sternly.
Ordinary female officers choose to work behind the scenes. Mo Shangjun studied optoelectronics and systems, which means that what she has learned is behind the scenes, and she has excellent grades, so she can easily cope with the work behind the scenes.
However, just because she is competent for such a job does not mean she is suitable.
Mu Qixuan once participated in a "campus exercise" organized by his alma mater. He brought a frogman team to act as the "blue team", and the school selected some elites to act as the "red team", which was carried out in a remote mountain.
Mo Shangyun was among them.
After all, the frogmen have experience in exercises and actual combat, and it went well at first, but in the next two days, they found that the frogmen "sacrifice" one after another, and they didn't even see who the enemy was.
So Mu Qixuan first told the frogman to stop, and the red team was almost solved, so he went to contain the "secret enemy".
That person is Mo Shangyun.
Besieged by more than ten people, Mo Shangjun easily evacuated after killing the four frogmen.
However, Mo Shangyun "suicide" later, and the reason given to him was "boring".
It was also because of that "personal guerrilla war" that Mo Shangjun was called "little slicker" by Mu Qixuan.
Mo Shangyun has a smart mind and absolute strength on the battlefield. Even if she lacks actual combat experience, even if she has enough actual combat experience in front of her, she is very likely to fail miserably.
It's not unreasonable for someone to call her a "pervert".
She has many outstanding characteristics - calm, thinking, strength, cunning, are necessary on the battlefield.
In other words, in terms of Mo Shangyun's personal character and ability, the sharp knife unit is the most suitable place for her.
No matter whether she will stay there or not, staying there for a period of time will have certain gains for the troops and her.
Mo Shangyun raised his eyebrows, "Maybe after a few more years, I will change jobs."
"Are you happy?" Mu Qixuan asked with a smile.
Mo Shangjun paused slightly and smiled at him, but did not answer.
No matter where she was transferred, she was not happy.
It was the path she chose at first, but later, for some reason, she realized that she had no purpose in this path.
The instructor likes to talk about faith, saying that these young people need faith, and as soldiers, they need faith even more. Only when they have faith can they be in awe, have clear pointers, and know what is right and what is wrong. If you accidentally go the wrong way, you will do your best for a goal.
She has no clear beliefs.
Graduated smoothly, gave lectures with tutors, ran all over the country, and came to Scout Second Company.
It's all natural.
In the future, the assessment in March and the training in April will also be inexplicable.
She once told Yan Tianxing that she would not leave the reconnaissance camp in two years. She planned to change the camp in two years, and when she wanted to leave, there would be countless opportunities to smash it down, and she could choose a path she liked. Walk.
She has always had the right to choose.
So, never get confused.
However, the "criticism" she encountered in the reconnaissance battalion has indeed changed her chances, and the two-year period will be shortened.
She can wait for the olive branch now, she knows the attraction of strength, and also knows that many troops want her, and among many grassroots troops, she has the absolute right to choose.
Therefore, she never worries about the future.
The "criticism" of the reconnaissance battalion was probably also caused by her "sleep-free".
Yan Tianxing quickly set up the tent.
come over.
At the same time, the two friendly troops also found three bamboo shoots and handed them to him respectfully.
Yan Tianxing sat down beside Mo Shangjun and gave her three bamboo shoots.
Mo Shangjun took it, said "thank you", and then handed over all the bamboo shoots to the opposite side. Mu Qixuan took a look and took it clearly.
Then, the beggar chicken, which had peeled off the last layer of lotus leaves, was handed over to Mo Shangyun, with a saber attached.
Mo Shangjun took it calmly.
Seeing the two of them move in unison, Yan Tianxing frowned slightly.
Mu Qixuan began to peel the bamboo shoots.
Mo Shangjun took a saber and slashed a few knives on the beggar chicken. Now he chopped off the chicken legs and wings, and cut down the chicken with two more knives to divide the chicken into three equal parts.
Not at all biased.
Immediately afterwards, she took out the lotus leaf under the pad, tore it into three parts, and wrapped the three even parts of the chicken separately.
However, the first one was handed to Mu Qixuan first, and the second to Yan Tianxing.
This time it was rather biased.
Yan Tianxing stared at her slowly, and Mo Shangjun just pretended that he didn't see anything.
"sharp."
Mu Qixuan took a bite of chicken and gave Mo Shangyun a very positive thumbs up.
With a smile on his face, Mo Shangyun raised his eyebrows, "Thank you."
Yan Tianxing: "..."
For the first time, I felt that Mo Shangyun's smug little expression was very unpleasant.
but-
Bite into the warm chicken, the aroma spreads in the mouth, the chicken is tender and juicy, and the seasoning is appropriate.
Yan Tianxing also had to admit that Mo Shangjun, a beggar chicken, did a good job.
But soon, Yan Tianxing took this idea back.
It's not because of the smell of beggar chicken, but after Mo Shangyun took out the remaining three bamboo rice bowls and distributed them, he began to have a very uncomfortable... compliment with Mu Qixuan.
To be precise, it should be "flattering".
After all, it is really abnormal to boast no less than ten sentences in order to eat two bites.
"Team Yan?"
Mo Shangjun suddenly handed a chicken leg to Yan Tianxing.
He looked leisurely, with a slight smile.
However, very insincere.
At first glance, there is something to ask for.
Yan Tianxing's brows moved slightly, but he didn't pick up the chicken legs, and his voice was lazy, "What?"
Squinting, Mo Shangyun pointed to the three bamboo shoots that had been peeled in Mu Qixuan's hands, and asked, "Can you bake?"
"meeting."
Yan Tianxing glanced at the three bamboo shoots, and then slowly retracted his gaze.
No intention to help.
After setting up the tent and roasting bamboo shoots for them, does he really think he has nothing to do
Seeing that he didn't answer, Mo Shangyun hesitated, and threw the last chip, "One chicken leg and one chicken wing."
Yan Tianxing almost laughed at her.
After a pause, he turned around and looked at Mo Shangyun with a serious look, "Do I look like someone who bends over because of an extra chicken wing?"
"Like."
The voice answered briskly, Mo Shangyun narrowed his eyes and chuckled, looking at his handsome and evil face.
"..." Yan Tianxing was silent for a moment, but for a while it was irrefutable, and finally felt that it was boring to care about her, and said directly, "Twigs, three."
Mo Shangyun raised his eyebrows, snapped his fingers, and looked at Mu Qixuan.
Yan Tianxing suppressed his voice and said in a low voice, "Come here."
For a moment, Mo Shangyun glanced at him, and then nodded in a kindly manner, "Okay."
After saying that, I stuffed him the chicken leg and got up.
Mu Qixuan threw a flashlight over in a funny way.
Mo Shangyun stretched out his hand to take it, then turned on the flashlight to find a suitable branch.
Seeing her walk away, Mu Qixuan retracted his gaze, placed three bamboo shoots on an unused lotus leaf, wrapped it in a lotus leaf, and handed it to Yan Tianxing.
"Here." Mu Qixuan looked kind.
Staring at him twice, Yan Tianxing took the bag of lotus leaves and put them aside.
Mu Qixuan's brows and eyes were filled with a slight smile, and he introduced himself to him: "My name is Mu Qixuan."
"Yan Tianxing." Yan Tianxing said lightly.
After a pause, Mu Qixuan frowned, "The Yan family in the capital?"
His eyes turned cold, and Yan Tianxing looked at him.
Mu Qixuan looked at him without changing his expression, the smile between his brows gradually retracted, but there was no hostility.
Some things, needless to say, they all know.
Mo Cang, commander of the Beijing Military Region, is unlikely to marry his daughter into the Yan family.
Mu Qixuan also grew up in the capital, and the Mu family has some status in the capital. He has a little understanding of some things that are not secret.
However, just a little reminder.
Mo Shangyun will hold all choices in his own hands.
Marriage is, of course, no exception.
quite a while.
The two looked away in unison.
At this time, Mo Shangyun picked up three branches and came back, as if he didn't notice anything, he sat down in the original position, and then took out his saber to cut the tips of the branches.
This time, she didn't help Yan Tianxing to pursue "perfection", nor did she satisfy Yan Tianxing's "obsessive-compulsive disorder". With a few simple knives, she sharpened one end of the branch, and then threw it to Yan Tianxing.
The speed is very fast, but the results are very ugly.
Just like sharpening a pencil when I was a child, it came out of Yan Tianxing's hand, and it was as perfect as a pencil sharpener, and what came out of Mo Shangyun's hand was like a kindergarten child who finished sharpening, one knife to the left, one knife to the right, and one knife to the other. Light, appalling.
Yan Tianxing held the first branch, a little tangled.
Reaching the second finger, his brows furrowed.
All the way to the third branch...
"Yes, I'll come."
The third branch was not thrown to him at all, Mo Shangyun muttered, and then pulled the two branches from Yan Tianxing's hand.
Yan Tianxing couldn't see it, so he was very happy to throw the lotus leaf bag to her.
Seeing that he was so self-conscious, Mo Shangyun paused, then opened the lotus leaf bag and inserted three bamboo shoots into the sharpened branch.
The bamboo shoots were very large, and the tips were shaved off and disappeared without a trace.
Yan Tianxing was happy to take the three bamboo shoots.
However, after looking at the bamboo shoots, Yan Tianxing said again, "Knife."
Mo Shangjun handed him his saber.
After taking the saber, Yan Tianxing cut a few knives on the three bamboo shoots, cutting in turns, still hanging on the branch in the middle, but almost sliced around.
This makes it easier to cook.
Looking at his movements, Mo Shangyun touched his nose and found that he had to cut evenly even a bamboo shoot.
Also perverted enough.
However, she hinted that Mu Qixuan let the three bamboo shoots be handled by Yan Tianxing, also because of his perverted "ability".
Yan Tianxing can not only pick up on the mistakes of others, but also ensure that he does not make mistakes.
When he said "yes", he would not allow himself "no".
So, after Mo Shangjun handed over this task to Yan Tianxing, he ate beggar chicken with peace of mind.
Yan Tianxing didn't eat chicken legs or wings, so she and Mu Qixuan shared the rest of the chicken legs and wings.
The two slowly finished the beggar chicken and bamboo rice.
In his spare time, Mo Shangjun watched Yan Tianxing roast bamboo shoots, but except for Yan Tianxing's beautiful hands, the rest were very boring.
She waited for a while and asked, "When will it be okay?"
"Wait." Yan Tianxing dropped two words.
Mo Shangyun retracted his gaze, then raised his eyebrows at Mu Qixuan, "Playing cards?"
"Bring it?" Mu Qixuan couldn't help but laugh.
"Um."
With a sound, Mo Shangyun stood up very quickly.
She went to get a backpack not far away, and pulled out a brand new set of playing cards from it.
and-
Not only the deck of cards, but also the two friendly soldiers who were waiting beside her came back with her.
Yan Tianxing was busy roasting bamboo shoots, and Mo Shangjun ignored him directly.
It's not fun to be with Mu Qixuan.
If you add two or four people, it will be interesting.
The two friendly troops just had nothing to do, thinking that Yan Tianxing was eating and chatting here, so they followed him very consciously.
The four of them got together, left Yan Tianxing two or three meters, lit a new bonfire, and began to concentrate on playing cards.
Yan Tianxing, who is dutifully roasting bamboo shoots: "..."
142. Don't be disappointed, it's pretty good here [two more]