"And, we need food."
At the end, Duan Zimu increased his tone.
After speaking to this point, everyone else gradually came to understand that they did not distribute food, which was also the most important part of this wild survival.
Can't escape.
For food, they can only fight against the ambushers with food, and they can only be used as targets with disparate equipment.
They can predict how many people will be concentrated by more than 5 paintballs in the process of countless food fights, and then withdraw from this field survival training.
This is a pit!
"What if we find food on our own?" another asked.
"No way," Mo Shangjun glanced at the person who asked the question, "One, we can't find that much food; two, even if we don't want to grab the food, they won't let us go."
"Then you can only hit hard?"
"Probably." Mo Shangyun said leisurely.
"… "
Everyone was silent.
"I said three instructors, you won't be undercover, will you?"
Someone else stuck his head out and stared vigilantly at the three by the bonfire.
Peng Yuqiu was happy, and threw a piece of wood into the bonfire, "If you were an undercover agent, I would have made you the first one just now."
The person: "… "
This does not rule out acting and winning their trust.
However, he dared not say it.
These three instructors are very popular among the students.
"Let's go back to rest first, and the patrollers should be vigilant."
Mo Shangyun clapped his hands, then stood up and walked out of the crowd.
Liang Zhiqiong, who had been standing in the crowd silently, was the first to follow her when she saw her leave.
Mo Shangyun glanced at her, but didn't say anything else and let her follow.
Duan Zimu and Peng Yuqiu assigned another patrol task, organizing two teams for training each time, and each patrol lasted an hour to strengthen vigilance.
After that, let the students disperse.
It will definitely not be peaceful tonight, they know it in their hearts, but when the enemy doesn't come, they can only seize all the time to rest, so as not to have no rest all night, not to mention, they can't even grab food.
Liang Zhiqiong followed Mo Shangyun back to the previous shelter.
"Hey, do you really have no idea?" Liang Zhiqiong walked to Mo Shangyun in three or two steps, put both hands on the wooden bed, and turned to look at Mo Shangyun.
Mo Shangjun put the paintball gun on the wooden bed and glanced at her lightly, "What's your idea?"
"To deal with those shameless sneak attacks, and those who rob food..." Liang Zhiqiong counted with his fingers.
"Have."
And there are many.
"Then you..." Liang Zhiqiong stared at her strangely.
Mo Shangjun looked at her and asked leisurely, "Are you a student and I'm a student?"
"..." Liang Zhiqiong paused and pouted, "It's not like you haven't brought us to fight. Besides, are you with us now?"
"Before, I was your instructor of Group B. I didn't want to lose, I helped myself. Now I am your accompanying instructor, and I am only responsible for teaching you how to survive in the wild. Besides..." Having said this, Mo Shangjun paused slightly, then continued. Raising his eyebrows, "Besides, it's not fair to the other two groups except for your team's ideas."
Liang Zhiqiong's mouth twitched fiercely, staring at her in disbelief, "When you put a high hat on yourself, does your conscience really not hurt?"
"No." Mo Shangyun lifted his eyelids, jumped directly onto the wooden bed, then fell onto it, and simply spit out two words, "Sleep."
Liang Zhiqiong: "..."
Damn, I really need the greatest concentration in my life to restrain the feeling of wanting to smoke her.
As they expected, they didn't get a good night's sleep this night.
From 3 o'clock in the evening to 6 o'clock in the morning, in three hours, 7 groups of people came.
There is no fixed time frame. Sometimes the next group arrives before they have time to catch their breath; sometimes they are about to fall asleep before the next group arrives; sometimes They are still at war with the first group of people, and the next group of people becomes the rescue and arrives...
After one night, many students hit paintball, the highest hit three rounds.
Correspondingly, they grabbed very little food.
They can be sure that every attacker has food on them, but except for the three instructors who can grab those attackers and grab food, it is difficult for other students to catch those attackers like loach, and the other side is like an ambush. Yes, he fired two shots and hit a few people and ran away, ran away and waited for you to catch up, shot a few more shots, and then ran again.
At dawn, Peng Yuqiu counted their food.
A total of 27 packs of compressed biscuits, 27 pieces of chocolate, and 6 boxes of self-heating rice.
Among them, nearly half of the food was obtained by Peng Yuqiu, Mo Shangjun, and Duan Zimu.
Mo Shangjun stood on the open space, looked up, and saw the fallen students occupying a large area, lying on the ground panting as if they had been drained of all their strength, even opening their eyes in embarrassment.
She looked back with a headache.
The three looked at each other.
The same question haunts them—
Help or not
"Let me tell you," Peng Yuqiu said, "this is training them, not us. They have to do it themselves."
Duan Zimu gave him a meaningful look, "Yan Tianxing has always treated us like students."
Peng Yuqiu: "…"
If you don't speak so sharply, you will die
"What do you mean?" Peng Yuqiu asked Mo Shangjun.
"Um?"
Putting the paintball gun on his shoulder, Mo Shangyun raised his eyes and looked at the rising sun over the mountain.
Then, she turned sideways, her figure shrouded in the warm sunlight, her eyebrows raised, "Just look at the results of the training camp in the past two months, isn't it?"
374. Take time to breathe [three more]