"Have a break for half an hour, act in an hour, and make sure to complete the task within ten minutes."
Mo Shangjun's tone was too bland, using the tone of narrating the facts rather than pre-war mobilization.
So, when it fell to Duan Zimu, Yu Yitong, and Tang Shi, they almost took it for granted that Mo Shangjun really planned it like this, and in Mo Shangjun's view, things will definitely develop according to what she said. .
This has been the case almost every time for the past two weeks.
When Mo Shangjun spoke in this tone, it proved that she really didn't take the challenge in front of her heart.
In fact, it never exceeded her expectations, and it often developed as she thought.
This is not arrogance, pride, or excess confidence, blindness to oneself.
It was Mo Shangyun who, after measuring, was convinced that things would go as she thought - this was based on her trust in the overall strength of the entire class.
"Okay." Duan Zimu nodded.
Tang Shi said: "Yes!"
Yu Yitong shrugged, expressing no opinion.
It's been half a month, everyone is used to their own style of doing things, there is no need to talk about some things.
The three of them camouflaged casually, fell into the bushes, closed their eyes and went to sleep without any sense of urgency, as if they were out in the wild, but the environment was a bit cruel - there are many mosquitoes in summer, and it is hard to prevent.
Thanks to them wearing long-sleeved trousers, military boots, and gloves on their hands, there was very little skin exposed, and even the camouflage applied to their faces was said to have insect repellent effects.
This taste is much better than a simple ambush.
Mo Shangjun was not idle, and while they were resting, he walked around and helped Yan Gui to check the nearby terrain.
To be honest, in terms of terrain, it wasn't very challenging.
Very ordinary highland, very ordinary defense, there are many ways and ways to attack, the enemy seems to have installed booby-trapped mines or mines on several routes, but at the beginning of the fight, Mo Shangyun did not want to attack from such an obvious place. , so those ambush are just decorations and have no practical effect.
According to the number of 907, the students who have stayed until now should be similar to those of GS9. That is to say, there are not many people who are guarding. At most, two people are divided into a group, and there will not be too many people gathering. together.
After a general observation, Mo Shangjun contacted Yan Gui and asked him to go back first, and then gather together to discuss the battle plan.
But as soon as she finished speaking, she heard a slight movement.
Ordinary people would regard this movement as a normal noise in the jungle, or auditory hallucinations, and would not take it to heart at all. But when it comes to professional soldiers, the situation is different.
Mo Shangyun, who was hiding in the bushes, listened attentively, touched his right hand near his military boots, and drew out a tactical saber, ready to fight at any time.
After some time, she heard a very clear voice.
footsteps.
Put very slow footsteps.
Accompanied by the abnormal noises from the branches and leaves, it was clearly driven by external forces—this was something that the wind could not create.
What's more obvious is that the sound of military boots stepping on the dead branches can't be ignored from time to time.
The night in this jungle is surprisingly quiet, and this level of movement may have been very careful, but this person is too eager, and there are too many flaws.
The other party is approaching in the direction of Mo Shangyun.
Mo Shangyun raised his eyebrows, not concealing his expectations at the moment.
Yan Gui was on the other side of the hillside and could not have appeared here.
Duan Zimu and the three are resting. If they have the idea of taking action, they will tell her in advance, and they will not make their own decisions without saying hello.
In other words, the people who appear beside her now are all enemies without exception.
"I didn't act without authorization." Suddenly, approaching the man, he said suddenly, "These turtles should be here. I'll just check and go back soon."
The speaker was a man—as evidenced by his heavy footsteps, of course.
Moreover, this voice... Mo Shangyun vaguely felt a little familiar.
He spoke in a rough voice, probably with a fiery temper, and the volume of his speech may have been restrained in his opinion, but since he was getting closer and closer to Mo Shangyun, Mo Shangyun sounded unobstructed.
Gee.
This kind of temper and style should have been abused by Yan Tianxing a hundred and eighty times. He suffered a loss, was abused to the point of doubting his life, and he had to restrain his bad habits.
Many of the students' fiery tempers, under the "training" of Yan Tianxing in the past few months, have almost become bodhisattvas with a pure heart and few desires.
Mo Shangyun moved his wrist, grabbed the saber tightly, and then continued to wait quietly.
The person who approached seemed to be criticized by the person who contacted him, and his muttering sound was obviously very unhappy.
After finishing the call, he suddenly changed his direction and walked in the other direction, probably with the intention of going back.
Mo Shangyun chuckled lightly.
They have already reached the prey in front of them, and there is no reason to let them go.
She moved her steps, quietly approaching him.
A minute later, a figure appeared in the field of vision, and Mo Shangyun almost did not hesitate to go up with a knife.
The saber slashed through the air, stirring up a gust of cold wind, and the murderous aura was hidden in the night, unknowingly blending into the icy blade, calmly restraining the murderous intent.
In the face of prey, it does not make waves.
The opponent has alertness and agile skills, and he reacted immediately when the saber approached him, and he quickly counterattacked.
They all have guns, but fighting at close range is useless, so he can only fight hard, but Mo Shangjun has never been soft-hearted. A mouth.
Until now, Mo Shangyun had never seen anyone who was more capable in fighting than her in the army. —Especially one-on-one.
It's a no-brainer.
After a few rounds of kung fu, the strong-bodied man was pressed to the ground by Mo Shangyun, and a chilling saber pressed against his throat, declaring his defeat in the most direct way.
388, End Abuse 907 [06] Contempt [four more]