The matter of Mo Shangyun's handling of the internal affairs of Group B was spread among the students and instructors in just one noon.
However, no one is talking about what Mo Shangyun is not.
Even gradually changed his mind on Mo Shangyun.
The insider regarded this as another contest between Mo Shangyun and Midsummer, and compared with Mo Shangyun, who was tolerant to students who were covering for his teammates, almost everyone was the same. More inclined to Mo Shangyun.
This time, without Yan Gui secretly handling and promoting Mo Shangyun's "goodness", most people began to agree with Mo Shangyun.
However, Mo Shangyun, who was being discussed secretly, stayed in the office for one afternoon and one night after lunch.
Even dinner was brought by Yan Tianxing.
Once again, Mu Cheng in their office, after saying hello to Mo Shangyun, glanced at the wall behind Mo Shangyun intentionally or unintentionally.
Surprisingly, compared to yesterday, new content has been added to every table on the wall.
Mucheng left silently, and after putting the information in Yan Tianxing's office, he went to work overtime properly.
On the other hand, according to Mo Shangyun's normal routine, when he passed Mucheng's office, he saw a few people who were still working overtime and thought they were working very hard.
the next day.
Mo Shangyun, who got up early at 3:00, ended his morning exercise at 7:30.
After taking a bath and having breakfast, Mo Shangjun took the roster and went to the students' dormitory. After some inspection, he found that all the students had made great progress in their housekeeping, and most of them had successfully passed the test.
Especially in Group B, not a single dormitory, not a single student was unqualified, and there was no incident of arbitrarily changing her internal affairs regulations.
It was not wasted effort at noon yesterday.
Mo Shangjun left with satisfaction and went to Yan Tianxing's office with the roster.
"Again?"
At this time, Yan Tianxing had a headache when he saw Mo Shangjun.
"not welcome?"
Mo Shangyun strode over and put the roster on the desk.
Yan Tianxing gave her a sideways glance.
Get used to her!
However, the next moment, he took the roster over.
I flipped through it and saw the final result.
As Mo Shangjun said, in three days, the housekeeping reached the standard, and no one was disqualified.
"You sit in the office every day?"
Familiarly found his own special water glass, went to pour it, Mo Shangyun walked back and raised his eyebrows at Yan Tianxing.
"otherwise?"
Yan Tianxing looked up at her.
"Didn't your physical fitness drop?" Putting the water glass on the table, Mo Shangyun sat down on the office chair beside it.
"This is," Yan Tianxing hooked his lips after a deliberate meal, "Invitation to morning exercise?"
Leaning back and finding a comfortable sitting position, Mo Shangyun replied leisurely, "Ask casually."
"I have something to do tomorrow, go out for a few days, and then count by myself." Turning on the computer, Yan Tianxing put the roster aside.
"Oh."
Looking at the absent-minded Mo Shangyun, Yan Tianxing reminded, "You are not allowed to ask for help."
Especially Duan Zimu.
"..." After a moment of silence, Mo Shangjun suddenly asked, "What's the matter?"
"confidential."
After a pause, Mo Shangyun asked again, "What position?"
"Outside."
"… Oh."
Mo Shangyun responded, and didn't ask any further questions.
I guess it's another mission.
There was no reason to think of the previous task of Yan Tianxing... One person against many people, missing for a long time, and returned injured.
"Can you come back?"
Mo Shangjun asked Yan Tianxing again.
Yan Tianxing's brows moved slightly, his eyes circled around the computer in front of him, and fell on Mo Shangjun, who was sitting handsomely opposite.
"Do I look like I'm going to die?"
Mo Shangyun shook his head, "It's impossible to say for something like an accident."
"… "
Yan Tianxing was silent for a while.
After a while, Yan Tianxing looked at her helplessly, raised his eyebrows and asked, "Have you heard of Azrael?"
"puff-"
Mo Shangyun, who had just taken a sip of water, directly sprayed the water out.
"The Azrael from two years ago?"
"Well." Yan Tianxing confirmed Mo Shangyun's doubts lightly.
Mo Shangyun: "..."
Azrael, the god of death.
It's not the "Angel of Death" in a certain sect who handles the book of life and death, but a special operations team from Dongguo that was widely publicized in the domestic and foreign media two years ago.
This action team was haunted at the border of Yuncheng two years ago, and within three days, they have been involved in a series of things like rescuing hostages abroad, strangling terrorists, and fighting drug traffickers. In dangerous battles, not only can they successfully complete tasks, but they can often retreat completely, and they have attracted widespread attention because of their powerful combat effectiveness.
Of course, their identities have not been released.
Many details are speculation of the media.
Two years ago, "Azrael" was widely circulated in the domestic and foreign media, especially on social media, the worship of heroes was brought into full play in the Internet age, and there were even rumors that some people made up their minds to join the army because of "Azrael". of.
Mo Shangjun is still very concerned about military news, but this "Azrael" is said to be magical. Mo Shangjun has always questioned the authenticity of the news and did not pay much attention to it.
Until she returned to the military compound once, when she heard Mo Shangshuang chatting with Yan Gui's father, they accidentally mentioned "Azrael".
They affirmed "Azrael" for the first time.
Azrael has no superpowers, but they did fight three times in a row and managed to escape.
At that time, Mo Shangshuang even told Mo Shangjun about Azrael's strange way of fighting, which was used by many troops as a teaching material during that time.
Mo Shangjun also learned from them that Azrael is an action group of a special force stationed in Yuncheng, and it is a random combination, and there is no perfect tacit understanding. Everything depends on proper command.
It is said that this special force has no designation and no name, not only is it not known to the outside world, but very few people even know it internally.
Later, Mo Shangjun specially studied the combat method of this special operations team, and I have to admit that it is really amazing.
At least if she is the commander, it will never reach this level, and it is still in a state of exhaustion from the members who have experienced many battles.
"Is that you in command?"
Mo Shangyun came back to his senses and stared at Yan Tianxing.
In response to her, a box of tissue papers was handed to her.
Mo Shangjun raised his eyes and saw Yan Tianxing's outstretched hand, his fingers with distinct joints, and a healed scar on the palm of his hand. Upward, it was Yan Tianxing's Junlang's face, with a smile that was not a smile.
Without picking up the paper immediately, Mo Shangyun held the cup and continued to take a sip of water before putting the cup down. Then he took the paper handed to the front, took out two pieces of paper, and simply wiped the water off his body. stains.
"This is a secret." Yan Tianxing said meaningfully.
Mo Shangyun raised his eyebrows.
Nine times out of ten, it is undoubtedly Yan Tianxing.
She also once thought that the commander was a young man with rich combat experience, extremely eccentric ideas, absolutely perverse personality, and extremely unremarkable...
Mo Shangjun looked at Yan Tianxing's face carefully.
Suddenly there is a feeling of disillusionment.
However, he didn't worry about Mo Shangyun's safety at all.
The pervert who can command that kind of battle, the combat ability is inestimable, and she has no actual combat experience, and she has no confidence to point fingers in front of him.
It suddenly occurred to me that Mu Cheng and Peng Yuqiu could still keep their relative calm after hearing that Yan Tianxing disappeared that time...
Oh shit.
Mo Shangyun cursed in his heart.
With such a big background, it is no wonder that someone hired a slack person like him to be the chief instructor.
"Is there anything else to say?"
After a while, Mo Shangyun completely calmed down and asked calmly.
"I didn't say anything." Yan Tianxing said.
Mo Shangyun gave him a cold look.
After a while, Mo Shangyun said, "I have a question."
"You asked." Yan Tianxing opened the roster.
"In your army, you also choose people like this?" Mo Shangyun bypassed the previous question and returned to the April training camp.
"How to choose people?"
Yan Tianxing asked with great interest.
After drank the water in the cup, Mo Shangjun continued: "Running out for three days and two ends, not going to the training ground, just looking at the instructor's summary and perfunctory."
Yan Tianxing looked at her and affirmed, "No."
"Oh?"
Mo Shangyun raised his eyebrows and narrowed his eyes slightly.
"Different people, different purposes, different treatment." Yan Tianxing said slowly.
The source of soldiers that Yan Tianxing needs cannot be the level of the current batch of students. There are 350 people here, but he can select only thirty or forty people, basically a ratio of one to ten.
However, the so-called training camp is not to select special forces, but to raise them to the level required for special selection as much as possible, which will definitely eliminate a large number of people.
From a broad perspective, they only need to improve the capabilities of basic projects at this stage.
For Yan Tianxing, such a purpose does not need to take too strong measures.
In addition, he has already arranged the training items and procedures, and all the things are assigned to each instructor and teaching assistant. As long as each instructor follows the procedure, he does not need to bother to supervise.
Of course Mo Shangyun is an unstable factor...
However, Mo Shangjun has her own measure, and Yan Tianxing can completely let her make her own decisions.
In addition, it can just exercise the management ability of Mu Cheng and Peng Yuqiu.
Mo Shangyun paused, a thought flashed between his eyebrows, and he gradually understood what Yan Tianxing meant.
"It's not that I have doubts about your soldiers," Mo Shangyun said slowly, looking directly into Yan Tianxing's eyes, and asked with a very obvious temptation, "Can someone like Peng Yuqiu and Mucheng represent your troops? s level?"
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