Four people play poker, the atmosphere is very happy.
The night was getting darker, the air was a little cooler, and the night wind was blowing, irritating the skin, and it was a little cold.
The four of them added a lot of firewood to the bonfire, and the bonfire burned vigorously, driving away the cold around them.
The season is just right, in the early spring, before the summer, there are few mosquitoes and ants.
However, a certain man who was sitting by the bonfire alone and focused on roasting bamboo shoots was completely opposite to the atmosphere on their side. The whole body was enveloped in air-conditioning, and when the wind blew, it was extremely depressed.
In this depressed atmosphere, Yan Tianxing contacted Mucheng and explained the action plan after 0:00.
Until the end, the three bamboo shoots in his hand were also baked smoothly.
Not much seasoning, just sprinkled with salt and pepper, spread evenly, and moved away from the campfire with a stick.
Glancing at the four people who were still sitting together, Yan Tianxing looked a little gloomy, stood up with the baked bamboo shoots, and walked straight over there.
"Team Yan!"
"Team Yan!"
Hearing the movement, the two friendly troops immediately called him enthusiastically, but they were reluctant to throw away half of the cards in their hands.
Yan Tianxing didn't look at them, and directly handed the three bamboo shoots to Mo Shangyun.
Bamboo shoots were roasted just right, and they were not burnt even when roasted on an open fire. They were fully cooked and gave off a fragrant aroma.
"Hard."
Mo Shangyun took the opportunity.
Yan Tianxing glanced over her coolly, then looked at the two friendly troops, his voice calm as an order, "Go."
After he finished speaking, he didn't wait for the two friendly troops to make a decision-whether to choose to finish the game or simply follow Yan Tianxing. Yan Tianxing turned around directly, flipped his hand, a flashlight appeared in his hand, and when the switch was pushed, the light of the flashlight illuminated the road ahead.
He had already left, and the two allies looked at each other. Naturally, they did not dare to stay here for a long time, so they looked at Mo Shangjun and Mu Qixuan apologetically, put the cards down, and got up and hurriedly followed.
Mu Qixuan picked up the playing cards on the ground.
Mo Shangjun casually glanced at the direction Yan Tianxing left.
The figure was shrouded in darkness, only a flash of light from the flashlight was left. It was directed in the direction ahead. Gradually, the group of light moved away from the person holding the flashlight.
Looking back, Mo Shangjun gave Mu Qixuan a bamboo shoot.
After taking it, Mu Qixuan took a bite and praised without hesitation: "It tastes good."
Mo Shangyun, who had no hope at all, took a bite out of curiosity. The bamboo shoots are very crisp and have a unique fragrance. The conditions are limited, and they are not as tasty as the rest of the ingredients, but the taste is really good.
She ate it once when she was young.
That person's cooking skills are not very good. She can only say that everything she cooks can be eaten, and the baked bamboo shoots are also charred black, but at that time, she did not eat hot food for two days and two nights, and she could eat any food that could be eaten.
In my memory, I finished eating it all, but the taste was very ordinary.
It's just a whim right now, but I didn't expect that Yan Tianxing was not only cooked, but also guaranteed the taste in such a simple environment.
Looking at the bamboo shoot left in his hand, Mo Shangyun paused for a while, and then handed it to Mu Qixuan.
Mu Qixuan stared at her for a while, and finally smiled, pretending not to know what to do.
In the evening, Mo Shangjun and Mu Qixuan finished eating all the food, chatted for a while, waited until about ten o'clock, cleaned up the bonfire and traces, and went into their respective tents.
They were on the edge of the fighting area, and although no one spotted them, they heard gunfire all night.
"Bang bang bang", the sound of the Type 95 automatic rifle continued intermittently, and it didn't stop until dawn.
At dawn, Mo Shangjun and Mu Qixuan walked out of the tent tacitly.
The two went to the stream to wash briefly, and then came back to pack up the tent.
Carrying the bag, return the same way.
"What time do you leave?"
After walking through a waterway, Mo Shangjun suddenly asked Mu Qixuan.
"In the afternoon, the two o'clock train."
"Train?" Mo Shangyun looked back at Mu Qixuan.
From here to them, by train, can take a lot of time.
Mu Qixuan explained helplessly, "No way, the team is poor."
It was public expense...
So, Mo Shangyun retracted his gaze and expressed his understanding.
This time, Mo Shangjun was familiar with the terrain and took a shortcut to go back. It only took about four hours to get out of the mountain smoothly.
The two of them were lucky. They met a tractor, and the driver was very enthusiastic to take them on a ride and send them to the city.
As soon as they got out of the car, the two received the strange gazes of nearby pedestrians, so they looked at each other.
Although it was briefly sorted out before departure, they did not say anything, and stayed on the tractor for a while. Although one was wearing marine camouflage and the other was wearing military jackets and trousers, it was not easy to get dirty, but the two were somewhat embarrassed. .
The exposed skin was scratched, and some black ash was rubbed on his face. Against the background of the well-dressed people who came and went, the appearance of two people with excellent foundations was indeed a bit conspicuous.
"Find a hotel to take a bath." Mo Shangjun suggested after touching his nose.
Mu Qixuan smiled, took a step closer to her, raised his hand and hooked her shoulder, "Then tell me, do I look like a ruffian who kidnapped and sold ignorant girls to open a house?"
Mo Shangjun glanced at him leisurely, noticing the gloating on his brows, the corners of his mouth twitched.
"No clothes to change, that's all."
Mo Shangyun shrugged and ruled out the idea of temporary intentions.
Mu Qixuan looked at the time on the watch, patted her on the shoulder, and said with a smile, "It's still early, so you can go back to the guest house in the military region."
"Reconnaissance camp?" Mo Shangyun frowned slightly.
"Yeah." Mu Qixuan nodded, "Let's go back together."
"No return."
Mo Shangyun raised his eyebrows and turned to leave.
"Hey—" Mu Qixuan hooked her shoulders and brought her back again. Looking at her calm face, he asked with a smile, "Go back half a day early, do you feel like you're at a loss?"
"What do you think?" Mo Shangjun asked calmly.
After a short pause, Mu Qixuan said helplessly, "The two of us will go back together, afraid that people will gossip, or..."
The words suddenly paused, and Mu Qixuan's relaxed tone was suddenly suppressed, and there was a little more magnetism in his voice, "Afraid people think you're suing?"
"Maybe, I'm afraid I'll go back early and come looking for trouble." Mo Shangyun took the words unhurriedly.
Since she was given three days off, she honestly stayed out for three days, as they wanted.
"You can go back later." Mu Qixuan nodded slightly, but his expression was a little cautious, "However, before your senior leaves, I want to give two suggestions."
"Say."
"The first one, your body is the most important, take good care of yourself." Mu Qixuan said word by word.
Because those rumors were related to Mo Shangyun's unauthorized actions, Mu Qixuan inquired carefully, and only then did he know that Mo Shangyun singled out two mercenaries, and there were many scars on his body.
There are also shallow scars on the knuckles of the right hand.
"I know." Mo Shangyun nodded perfunctorily.
"I know it's useless, keep it in mind."
Through the wide-brimmed hat, he tapped her on the head, the movement was very light, and the emphasis was on emphasis.
Mo Shangyun squinted at him, endured it, and replied, "Okay."
After all, she is a senior, and she helped her cope with her tutor, so let's take an ideological education class.
Knowing that she didn't take it to heart, it could be seen that her attitude was okay, Mu Qixuan shook his head helplessly and bypassed the topic.
"Second," Mu Qixuan narrowed his eyes and said softly, "I know you can accept it, but accept it, you can still be unwilling and slap people in the face. But don't be disappointed, it's pretty good. ,real."
Pedestrians came and went, and occasionally glanced here, but the voice was noisy, and only Mo Shangyun could hear this low voice clearly.
Word by word, clearly and with deep meaning.
Mo Shangyun heard it clearly and understood the meaning of his words.
By "accept," he meant punishment.
When he said "it", he was referring to the troops.
Everyone in Erlian felt that such punishment was unfair.
Anyone in the know knows that there are other reasons behind such punishment, so they can understand it.
As far as Mo Shangyun's situation is concerned, she can refuse to accept it.
She can even take rebellious actions on this to make the matter bigger, so that those who make the decision can't step down.
However, she accepted.
However, if she can accept it, it does not mean that she is a saint and will have no idea at all.
Mu Qixuan didn't tell her not to have any thoughts, but just asked her not to be disappointed with the whole group because of this.
Mo Shangyun raised his eyelids slightly and looked at Mu Qixuan, who had a serious face. The sunlight reflected in his eyes, and there was light jumping, which was quite dazzling.
This senior, unlike a mentor, likes to talk about a set of big truths, not a mandarin cliché, he has a wealth of experience in leading troops, so he can understand.
So, she drew a bottom line.
This bottom line has been crossed, she is really disappointed with this group, and there is no need to continue to stay.
After a while, Mo Shangjun asked him playfully, "Have you ever been disappointed?"
Seeing her smiling brows, somehow infected, Mu Qixuan also smiled, "You senior is luckier, he hesitated, but not to the point of disappointment."
"Don't worry," Mo Shangyun smiled and pushed away the hand on her shoulder, with even more smile in his eyes, "One company, one battalion, it won't make me deny it."
"That's right," Mu Qixuan nodded and offered an invitation, "Come to sea and land when you have time."
Mo Shangyun tilted his head, "I'm pretty good at water too."
For a moment, Mu Qixuan couldn't help laughing, "As long as you want, you are welcome at any time."
"I won't send it." Mo Shangyun narrowed his eyes slightly.
They stopped by the bus stop, and a bus that went straight to the reconnaissance camp came here.
It's time to separate.
"See you next time."
Mu Qixuan glanced at the bus, then waved at Mo Shangyun.
Mo Shangyun stood there and watched him get into the car.
After waiting for the bus to leave, she slowly retracted her gaze, put her hands in her trouser pockets, turned around, and left along the street.
Mo Shangyun was hanging out on the street.
At two o'clock in the afternoon, she received a text message from Mu Qixuan.
—[Little Slick, the senior left.]
Mo Shangyun replied.
-[Bon Voyage.]
Then, after putting away the mobile phone, he casually found a restaurant for a meal, and then he took a taxi and returned to the reconnaissance camp.
When we got back to the camp, it was already dark.
The taxi stopped at the door, Mo Shangjun checked out and got out of the car, without his military ID card, after checking his identity with the guard at the door, he walked in without haste with his bag on his back.
Her dress is very conspicuous in the uniforms that come and go, and people look at her from time to time, but it is too dark, and she puts down her wide-brimmed hat so low that those who are not familiar with her will not recognize who it is. .
It was not until they arrived at the Erlian Base that they were recognized one after another.
"Mo Fulian, you're back!"
"Mo Fulian, what are you wearing? Did you go climbing?"
"Mo Fulian, you're finally back, we miss you to death."
"Mr. Vice-Lian..."
From the playground to the dormitory and office building, there were more than ten people following him, all of them talking to Mo Shangyun very enthusiastically.
"Come."
Mo Shangjun stopped and waved at them.
A group of people immediately surrounded her and formed a circle around her.
"You're so energetic, why don't you..." After a while, everyone became nervous, only to see Mo Shangyun's lips curled into a smile, and asked slowly, "Let your company commander do some extra practice at night?"
You company commander.
The four words made the group of people who were still excited about it lost half of their interest.
Mo Shangyun could not supervise their training, they knew it on the first day of Mo Shangyun's holiday.
It is said that the time is until the end of this month.
However, it was revealed that Mo Shangyun will not be in the company for the next four months, in other words, he will not come to train them for these four months.
"Fuxian Mo, it's okay to practice, can you come?"
"That's right, we are used to being abused by you. If you don't come, we are all uncomfortable."
"Don't speak, just watch from the side."
"Well, the deputy company commander watched us train, isn't it enough?"
They are all burly and strong men, carrying them on the training ground, not screaming in front of her, but at this moment, one after another, full of frustration and disappointment, all kinds of bad ideas are filled with reluctance mean.
Mo Shangjun was surrounded by the crowd, listening to their "shame", listening and listening, but couldn't help laughing.
"Okay," Mo Shangjun interrupted them, "I don't like Captain Lang training you, right? Well, I'll report your opinions to Captain Lang."
Everyone: "… "
For a time, all the regrets and reluctance to part were all blown away by Mo Shangyun.
The crowd fell into silence.
They are very reluctant to bear Mo Shangyun, and they feel unfair for her, but her attitude...
wrong.
As long as she speaks, they lose their emotions.
"Go away, go away."
Xiang Yongming appeared out of nowhere, waved his hand, and persuaded rather disappointedly.
"Did we just say something?"
"No, no."
"Oh, I don't know when Mo Fulian will come back."
"She wasn't there—" was interrupted.
"Yes, yes, I miss her."
"If you are idle at night, you are also idle. Let's go to the training ground first."
"Come on, let's go together."
A group of several people, tacit understanding that Mo Shangyun did not exist, and that they had not said anything just now, went to the training ground together.
Become savvy.
Mo Shangjun glanced at them, carried his bag, and walked into the dormitory building unhurriedly.
I went straight back to the dormitory, took a shower with my training clothes, then packed my backpack, and after finishing the housework, I strolled to the cooking class to grab some fried rice, and then went back to the office.
"came back?"
Lang Yan, who was processing the documents for tomorrow's meeting in the office, greeted her with a big smile.
"Um."
"How was the game?"
"Very good." Mo Shangyun replied perfunctorily.
Lang Yan looked at her with a smile, "There is a meeting tomorrow, and the focus is on the April training camp."
"Um?"
"Of course, you don't have to participate." Lang Yan held a signature pen in his hand, tapped the end on the table, pondered for a moment, and said, "If possible, the list will be reported to the top after you submit it."
Mo Shangyun nodded, "Yes."
Can understand Lang Yan's intention.
The list of the April training camp is determined by the person in charge of the training camp, and Yan Tianxing is one of the leaders, and has the right to let the instructor be in charge, but the final quota is still up to him.
As one of the instructors, Mo Shangjun had no need to participate in their discussion of the April training camp, in order to avoid being biased.
Similarly, if she shows the list to others in advance, if the leader is not satisfied, it is very likely to cause her trouble.
Better to cut first and then play.
Giving the list directly to Yan Tianxing is not considered leapfrog, but showing the list to other leaders in advance will only lead to suspicion of leapfrog.
Lang Yan reminded her like this, but it was also out of good intentions.
Sitting down at his desk, he turned on the computer, Mo Shangyun called up the electronic rosters of the three companies, and copied the lists of people with outstanding achievements and deep memories into a new document.
One after another, three companies in a row, each company selects more than ten people, and then deletes them.
After some consideration, there are 14 people left in the first company, exactly 10 people in the second company, and 13 people in the third company.
In the next few days, four people will be excluded in a row, and three people will be excluded in a third row.
Staring at the list for a few laps, Mo Shangyun closed all the documents, then stood up.
"Where to?" Lang Yan asked her casually.
"walk."
Mo Shangyun shrugged.
Mo Shangyun is going for a walk.
Or go for a walk around the camp.
Moreover, this "walk" has been scattered for five whole days.
She stayed for two days in a row and three days in a row. She moved a stool and sat near the training ground with her legs crossed and a folder in her hand. When others approached her, she closed the folder and left after leaving. She just continued.
This bizarre behavior made both companies suspect that she could not intervene in the training of the second company. Taking advantage of the time for the assessment, she was here to be an undercover agent.
The two companies treated Mo Shangyun as if they were thieves. However, every time the people of the second company did not see Mo Shangyun in the training ground, they would feel a faint sadness in their hearts.
On the evening of the fifth day, Mo Shangjun determined the final list of the first and third companies based on his observations over the past few days.
Then, it was sent to Yan Tianxing through WeChat.
However, the reply she received was-
[At seven o'clock tomorrow night, there will be a car to pick you up.]
After scanning this line of replies, Mo Shangyun subconsciously glanced at the calendar on the table.
February 27.
Tomorrow, the quarterly assessment of the reconnaissance battalion.
Leave at night
143. The soldiers I brought out, lose a try