"gone."
With a big wave of his hand, Mo Shangyun finished speaking and swaggered to the front.
Ji Ruonan, Peng Yuqiu, and Mu Cheng looked at her inexplicably, and with the thought of "Mo Shangyun is probably possessed by a ghost", they followed Mo Shangyun's pace honestly.
Except for 301, 302, 303, and 304, the dormitory doors were all open, and there was a man standing there.
After Mo Shangyun and others left, the air was silent for ten seconds, and then they entered the dormitory by coincidence.
close the door.
Training Course.
The morning exercise supervised by Mo Shangjun was overloaded as always, and the deduction was the most serious as always.
However, the training effect in the past two weeks has been remarkable, and more and more trainees have finished their training before seven o'clock.
Especially the students of group B, all of them are fighting with their teeth, as if they are competing with the tie last night. In the morning exercise this morning, they held on to the students of group A, even the students with the worst physical fitness. He insisted and refused to rest, and fell and fell again, but instead of stopping and resting as before, he continued to run despite the pain.
This ruthlessness made Mo Shangyun look a little surprised.
Due to the influence of Midsummer, Mo Shangjun would not blindly believe that these elites have military spirit, and the initial performance of Group B also made her dissatisfied.
One by one is too self-centered, too assertive, difficult to manage, and always has a lot of ideas. Because he was an elite in the original army, it is not easy to convince others. He is more troublesome than Li Liang who just met in the second company. .
And most of them are emotional, because they have prejudice against Mo Shangyun, so they don't care about training.
Mo Shangjun deliberately ignored them, just to let them taste the consequences of "making".
Although the instructors and the students are linked, no one will bear the consequences for them. They don't care about training. They are deducted points, punished, and even more so.
Mo Shangjun wanted to teach them a lesson—
No one will be responsible for their 'self-inflicted'.
If what they encounter is not Mo Shangyun, Ji Ruonan, Mucheng and others, but some instructors who really have nothing to do with them, they also need to learn not to be influenced, strengthen their beliefs and keep going down.
However, since this week, Mo Shangyun has really begun to realize that this is a group of elites who have been selected. Although there is indeed rat shit in this group, most of them have their own perseverance and certain ideological awareness.
When they realize their mistakes and really admire a person, they can suffer and suffer on the training ground. When they suffer again, when the pain is full of tears, they will not give up.
After all, although female soldiers have more thoughts and delicate personalities, in such a big environment, they are still pure in nature.
Give her a reason to persevere, so she can grit her teeth and persevere to the end.
Mo Shangjun observed that more than half of the students in group B completed their tasks within the time limit. By 7:30, everyone in group B had completed their morning exercises.
There were only a few people left on the training ground.
Holding the list of points in his hand, Mo Shangyun lowered his head and marked with a pen.
Although the fittest survives, she is still obliged to be attentive before these laggard students leave, at least until the day they leave, her strength will not stay where she is.
"Instructor Mo, someone is looking for it!"
When the last name was recorded, a familiar voice from a teaching assistant came from behind.
Hearing the sound, Mo Shangyun stood up straight and tilted his head slightly.
The rising sun poured down.
The light is warm and soft, but it is especially dazzling when it falls to the bottom of the eyes.
Afterwards, what caught the eye was a phalanx formation, dozens of people standing against the light, lined up neatly together, Chaoyang pulled out long shadows in front of them, the shadows of each column overlapped, neatly, like a straight line.
Group B students, a total of 49 people, to 49 people.
The teaching assistant stood beside them and waved to Mo Shangyun with a smile.
Then, out of the corner of his eyes, he saw one hand draw smooth lines in the air, and gave a neat military salute to him.
Mo Shangjun looked intently, there were 49 people, with burning eyes, bright eyes, and firm expressions. In the crowd, the backlight could not see their appearance, but they could distinguish their identities one by one according to their outlines.
After a pause, Mo Shangyun walked over calmly.
After a while, I came to the front of the line and stood still.
"Who is looking for me?"
Mo Shangjun raised his brows slightly, with the innate wanton publicity, the sun was dyed with golden rays of light on his brows, and his expression was very dazzling.
"I!"
The students present shouted in unison, their voices were loud, deafening, and angered into the sky.
With a twinkle in his eyes, Mo Shangjun asked politely, "What's the matter?"
The words fell, and every salute hand automatically clenched into a fist.
Immediately following, a firm, sonorous and powerful voice—
"I am a member of Group B. I hereby issue a military order. Starting from the third week, we will move forward bravely, no longer retreat, no longer resist, and never lose to Group A!"
One word, one word.
Gritting his teeth, he roared out of his throat. In the early morning sun, he was full of passion and soul-stirring. Every word smashed into a sound, mixed with the toughness of a soldier.
Around, the people who come and go, stop subconsciously, and look here curiously.
At that moment, the neatly arranged female soldiers each had a grim expression, and their eyes fell to the front. The female officer stood in front of them with an indifferent expression, the publicity gradually faded, and there were unexplained emotions in her eyes.
A group of people, a person, and ambition.
Chaoyang, shadow, training ground, falling into the eyes of others, like being engraved, deeply imprinted in the depths of the mind.
203. Simple and persistent soul [28]