With a single sentence, the eyes of all the students present were drawn back.
It's just that each and everyone's thoughts are still on the competition between Mo Shangyun and Yan Jinchao, and they are absent-minded and have not entered the state at all.
Mo Shangyun walked back and came to the other instructors.
She stretched out her hand towards Mu Cheng.
Of course, it was Duan Zimu who was standing beside Mu Cheng who handed the roster and horn to her.
Lifting his eyelids, Mo Shangyun glanced at Duan Zimu, just in time to meet Duan Zimu's smiling eyes, Mo Shangyun twitched the corners of his mouth, took the things and turned to walk towards the team.
"Zamabu, half an hour."
Walking to the front of the team, Mo Shangjun will raise his horn, and his voice cannot be denied.
Everyone present was stunned for a moment, and then immediately recovered from their previous thoughts.
What
Zama step
"Report!"
There was a loud shout from the crowd.
"Speak." Mo Shangyun frowned slightly.
"Does Zamabu do anything?" the man shouted loudly.
Glancing at him, Mo Shangjun said almost perfunctorily, "Self-cultivation."
The person: "… "
Everyone: "… "
fall!
They didn't come to be saints, they were self-cultivation and a woolen thread!
"Let's talk about the rules first," Mo Shangyun continued, looking at the tangled faces, "If it's not standard, I will deduct 1 point; if I can't stick to it, I will deduct 1 point."
After speaking, not wanting to wait for them to ask questions one by one, Mo Shangyun said bluntly: "Start."
The irrefutable order was smashed down, and no matter how reluctant everyone was, they had to follow Mo Shangjun's order and start to march.
Zhama step is a difficult process. At the beginning of practice, it is all supported by perseverance.
The most terrible thing is that Mo Shangyun's requirements are very strict, and she must strictly follow her standards, and she can be trained for the slightest deviation.
For a few minutes, they remained motionless, and their foreheads, necks, backs and other places were sweating. The afternoon sun hit them, and the effect was even better.
Soon, one by one sweat soaked the front of the clothes.
Mo Shangjun held a wooden board and wandered among them, serving slightly non-standard wooden boards. Seriously non-standard ones could not help but serve with templates and deduct points for serving.
Ji Ruonan has nothing to do, and occasionally points out their posture.
As for Duan Zimu, Peng Yuqiu, and Mu Cheng, they stood by from a distance, doing nothing to watch how Mo Shangjun led the troops.
"322, deduct 1 point."
Mo Shangyun, who was standing next to Midsummer, slapped the wooden board in Midsummer's arm and said mercilessly.
Midsummer gritted his teeth and gave Mo Shangyun a very unwilling look.
She has twenty points left.
If Mo Shangjun picks on her faults in fighting training again...
She could hardly hold on for three days.
Her current goal has changed from persevering to staying here for a few more days, at least not to be the first person to leave, so as not to be laughed at when she goes back.
However, Mo Shangyun, Duan Zimu, and other instructors even deducted points for her in the name of strictness. In just a few days, 100 points were deducted like this.
Midsummer frowned,
Mo Shangyun didn't pay attention to her, turned around and left.
Midsummer stared at her back angrily, then slowly retracted his gaze, raised his eyes, and looked at Duan Zimu in the open space ahead.
Duan Zimu…
The deputy battalion commander of the next battalion, who is in the same unit as her. Because they are young and promising, handsome in appearance, and mysterious in character, they are also the object of the admiration of most female soldiers in their company, and they are often the central figure in their gossip before going to bed.
Midsummer pursed his lips tightly, his face slightly pale.
Such a person is now helping Mo Shangyun intentionally or unintentionally.
In the morning exercise and shooting training that Duan Zimu was in charge of yesterday, although the points deducted could not pick out any faults, in fact, he deducted more severely than other instructors.
Moreover, the focus is on her alone.
Thinking of this, Midsummer frowned, and an angry flame ignited in his heart, as if he could burn through his chest at any time, which was extremely difficult to contain.
"322, deduct 1 point."
After an unknown time, I heard Mo Shangyun's voice again.
Midsummer suddenly pulled back a little bit of consciousness from the monstrous anger.
She tilted her head and stared angrily at Mo Shangyun beside him. At this time, Mo Shangyun just took the pen to deduct her points. When she looked up, Yun Danfeng looked at her lightly.
Wait for her to explode.
"There is not much error in my movements." Sheng Xia took a closer look at his movements, and argued with Mo Shangjun gritted his teeth.
Mo Shangyun shrugged, "So I didn't hit you."
"Then why did you deduct my points?" Midsummer said irritably.
"Not enough focus." Mo Shangyun said slowly.
"… "
Midsummer bit his lower lip, his lips pale.
Resist the urge not to fight with Mo Shangyun.
Mo Shangyun shook the wooden board and left with the roster.
at the same time-
"Hey, the letters, I read the information," Mu Cheng, who saw Mo Shangyun's two consecutive points deductions in his eyes, touched his chin, and said to Duan Zi, "This midsummer is your soldier, right? "
"I don't call letters."
Duan Zimu didn't even look at him.
"That's Xiao A?" Mu Cheng said deliberately.
"… "
Duan Zimu didn't even bother to pay attention to him.
"Then do you know her?" Hooking on Mu Cheng's shoulder, Peng Yu Qiuchao asked Duan Zi, "I reckon that if she is taken away, she will have to struggle."
"I know." After a pause, Duan Zimu added calmly, "She can't get up."
I used to have a little memory of this midsummer because of the outstanding achievements in the female soldiers.
However, when I went to participate in the selection of the X special team, there was a black history, and there was no truth in what I said.
It's not good for her future.
Even if the pot is broken, she wants to make a scene, and there is no reason for it.
"That's fine."
Peng Yuqiu nodded and patted Mu Cheng on the shoulder, signaling him to rest assured.
Mu Cheng slowly retracted his gaze, thinking that Duan Zimu must get used to this nickname in the future.
At the end of the half-hour horse stance, Mo Shangyun looked at most of the deducted points with satisfaction, and then blew the whistle to let them rest for five minutes.
As soon as she finished speaking, most of the people fell to the ground.
Looking up, there are only a few students with martial arts skills who can still stand in good condition, but they are all sweaty and consuming a lot of physical strength.
"Damn, do we have to sprint every time we fight in the future? Twice a week, I have to abolish it."
Someone lay on the ground and began to complain.
"Come on, after suffering and suffering, Fang Wei is the best. Since I saw Instructor Mo defeated Yan Jinchao, I have no problem with what she asked us to do."
"That's right. Instructor Mo must have practiced like this. Damn, if I can surpass her one day, I will endure as much hardship as I can."
"Don't think about surpassing her, let's make Yan Jinchao the goal first." The people on the side poured cold water on them.
"… "
Collective silence.
Then, there was another long sigh.
When will there be such a perverted force value as Instructor Mo? !
A group of people have endured hardships and sweated, and their hearts are full of yearning for Mo Shangyun's strength. However, it didn't take long for this secret yearning, and the assembly whistle sounded again.
Everyone gritted their teeth, endured the pain all over their bodies, and went to gather in a proper manner.
What greeted them next were all kinds of horrific torture.
Through the self-study in the first fighting training, Mo Shangyun magically made a simple classification of the fighting abilities of more than 300 people. The first batch of the strongest still practiced independently, and the second batch could master the basic fighting skills. The skills and the third batch still have great room for improvement, all of which are checked by Mo Shangyun.
And personally check.
The third batch, grappling and fighting, began to learn from the beginning to the end; the second batch all tried to correct with Mo Shangyun.
For the next two hours, Mo Shangyun basically didn't rest, and the students who rested from time to time were tired and panting, but she didn't seem to feel tired by herself, and she came and went freely among them.
This strong physical strength, and solidly shocked people.
It's okay to be a man, but Mo Shangjun is a woman, and she's so young, it's a blow to them.
In the last half hour, group combat training was conducted.
The students are divided into groups according to three batches, firstly all people have a 2-person PK, and then a random 2-to-1 PK.
In order to save time, the three groups of people are divided into three areas, and PK is carried out at almost the same time.
And Mo Shangyun, who had a rough idea of their strength, watched back and forth in the middle of the three areas after the PK started, and the supervision was in charge of the teaching assistant.
After walking around in the second and third batches of students, Mo Shangyun came to the first batch of elite soldiers.
"Mo Shangyun, the result of Lin Qi and Midsummer's PK is out."
As soon as he arrived, Ji Ruonan walked straight towards Mo Shangyun.
173. Roll up your sleeves and work hard! [Second update]