Wilderness Survival Training, Day 4.
nine in the morning.
The first group led by Mo Shangjun, Peng Yuqiu, and Duan Zimu successfully arrived at their destination on the third day.
Standing in the open space, Mo Shangjun whistled with his fingers, and then issued the password, "rest in place."
As soon as the voice fell, a group of crooked students fell to the ground in an instant, and only a handful of them could stand.
"Grandma is a bear, when will such a day be a head?"
"I'm really going to be played to death. At first, I came out at night, then I am ambushed on the road during the day, and now I am chasing one after another. The food I can find on my body is getting less and less, and I have seen a ghost."
"Come on, talk less and take the time to catch your breath."
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Hearing the students complaining intermittently, Mo Shangyun raised his hand and rubbed his temples.
In the past two days, these students have indeed been tossed a bit miserably.
The ability of the ambushers is stronger than the one; the attack method is more bizarre; the time of the attack is shorter than the time; the food is also less.
From this attack again and again, there is no pattern at all, and when it happens randomly, it all depends on their mood. And the students are always tense, and they will make a fuss about the slightest nuisance, and even a moment's rest is hard to come by.
Up to now, there are only a few people who have not been paintballed, including You Nianyu, Tang Poetry, and Yan Gui who are the first to dodge before the exam. And the ones who endured much more paintballs... Two students have been forced to withdraw from this field survival training, and four or five of those who endured four paintballs.
"I've also accepted it." Peng Yuqiu walked to the stone next to him, sat down, and shook his head helplessly, "There are so many tricks, even real special forces may not be able to stand it."
"Oh?"
Mo Shangjun glanced at Peng Yuqiu, who missed a paintball.
Noticing her eyes, Peng Yuqiu became more and more helpless, "Do I look like an ordinary special forces soldier?"
Mo Shangyun shrugged.
She didn't say, it was really 'very ordinary'.
However, she has never seen ordinary special forces. In her opinion, there are two categories of "she can surpass" and "can't surpass". Since there is no standard for measuring, it is impossible to accurately judge Peng Yuqiu's ability.
Seeing Mo Shangyun's expression of "you're happy", Peng Yuqiu's mouth twitched involuntarily.
"Give."
Duan Zimu walked over from the back of the queue and handed a bottle of water to Mo Shangyun.
"Thanks."
Mo Shangjun took it, just raised her hand to unscrew it, and found that the bottle cap had been loosened. She glanced at Duan Zimu, then raised her head and took a sip of water.
Mineral water was also found from the ambushers.
Their backpacks are very empty. Since there is food, they will not take it for nothing.
Sometimes, in addition to food, they can also scavenge for some useful props, such as matches, flashlights, ropes, etc., and even night vision goggles can get one or two.
After drinking nearly a third of it, Mo Shangyun closed the bottle cap back.
Duan Zimu, who had been staring at her, looked a little dazed, then restrained the emotions in his eyes, and asked calmly, "Aren't you going to fight back?"
"Let's take a rest."
Mo Shangjun stuffed the remaining water into his bag and said lazily.
This kind of "you chase me and hide, you hide from me" has seriously delayed their trip. If they don't take any action, they are afraid that they will still be wandering in the middle of the route after the seven days are over.
It's a bit of a shame if you don't arrive on time.
Mo Shangyun was more concerned about this.
Duan Zimu gave her a deep look, and then nodded politely, "Okay."
Peng Yuqiu, who was sitting beside him, raised his eyes to look at the two of them, a thought flashed between his eyes.
Captain's emotional entanglement, really can't be explained in a sentence or two.
Peng Yuqiu didn't notice this moment of contemplation. In the team lying on the ground, someone raised their eyes and gave him a deep look. Just before he noticed it, he quickly took his eyes back.
Liang Zhiqiong sat on the grass with his right leg straight and his left leg bent. He leaned over and hugged the knee of his left leg, resting his head on the knee, and looked absently at a line of ants crawling past not far away.
"How are your feet?"
Yunianyu came over and handed her a pack of compressed biscuits and a bottle of water.
Hearing the sound, Liang Zhiqiong looked up listlessly, took a look at You Nianyu, took the food, and said thanks in a low voice, "Thank you."
"foot."
Frowning, You Nianyu spit out a word emphatically.
"My feet are fine." Liang Zhiqiong lowered his head and tore the packaging of the compressed biscuit, while casually said, "Just twisted it a bit, it's almost healed."
Saying that, he turned his ankles specially.
However, the face hidden in the shadows was almost twisted in pain, and the two brows furrowed tightly.
Her head was buried low, her movements were normal, and she could still be heard chewing on the compressed biscuits. You Nianyu didn't see her expression clearly, but found an abnormality, but she never liked to be nosy, so she didn't ask any further questions.
She thought that if someone like Liang Zhiqiong was so snarky, if his foot injury was really serious, he probably wouldn't behave so calmly.
375. Do you want to be decent once