"action."
Mo Shangjun gave an order, and immediately, all the students picked up their backpacks at the same time and left with their respective groups.
In just a minute or two, aside from the three instructors, the previously crowded and cluttered open space was now only empty, with no rubbish left.
"Instructor Mo, what about us?"
Peng Yuqiu folded his arms and raised his eyebrows at Mo Shangyun slightly playfully.
"You..." Mo Shangyun raised his eyes, glanced at them lightly, and finally spit out two words, "Pick up."
Peng Yuqiu: "…"
Duan Zimu: "..."
After a while, Duan Zimu touched his nose and offered himself to Mo Shangyun very sincerely, "I think I can send something else."
"Like?" Mo Shangyun asked.
"Be your assistant." Duan Zimu quickly took over.
Mo Shangyun stared at this excellent sniper with a strange gaze.
Then, the corners of her mouth twitched slightly, and she said, "I can't bear it."
Duan Zimu sighed very hurt at Mo Shangyun's so decisive rejection.
However, when this expression fell into Mo Shangyun's eyes, goosebumps developed for no reason.
After a pause, she said again: "How many bullets are left from the sniper rifle?"
"6 rounds."
"come on."
Mo Shangyun gave him a look.
Duan Zimu was stunned for a moment, just about to confirm what she meant, but Mo Shangyun had already turned around and walked unhurriedly into the jungle.
Raising his eyebrows, Duan Zimu's brows were filled with a hint of helplessness.
If he understood correctly, Mo Shangjun wanted him to use these 6 rounds of bullets to pick up the leaks.
Better, get a few more shots.
It is also tiring to carry such a heavy 88 sniper on the body, and, except for the sniper rifle brought by the teaching assistant for the first time, I have never seen a sniper rifle again. That is to say, they can get the chance of matching the bullets of the sniper rifle, which is zero.
"Let's go."
Peng Yuqiu looked at Duan Zimu sympathetically.
Duan Zimu carried the gun on his back, gave him a creepy smile, and then lifted his legs and walked away.
Peng Yuqiu felt a chill in his heart and kept up with his speed.
"The number of times is increasing day by day, and the ability has skyrocketed. Do you have any ideas?"
Walking into the bushes with Duan Zimu, Peng Yuqiu tugged at the fresh grass blades nearby to make concealed props.
"Um."
Duan Zimu responded and walked forward.
"Tell me."
"As you guessed."
Peng Yuqiu: "…"
When I meet two colleagues who can't discuss at all, it's hard to say something.
Uncertainly, looking at Duan Zimu's back, Peng Yuqiu actually wanted to be a Mucheng with his like-mindedness.
but-
As for the group of people who have been raiding in turns recently, he really has some ideas.
He was certain that on the first night, it was only the teaching assistant they were familiar with.
However, from the second day onwards, people gradually became unfamiliar. Although there were still teaching assistants mixed in, the level of those strangers was obviously higher than that of the teaching assistants.
Until yesterday, even as an instructor, he had been chased hard enough, and those chasing people had obviously improved in terms of experience and skills. However, gradually, the instructor disappeared.
Peng Yuqiu was certain that the sneak attack he encountered today would be even more difficult to deal with.
It's just that what he cares more about is-
The next three days.
According to such a trend, will Master Yan call the special forces to spar with him
This is not impossible, nor is it uncommon.
In his selection and training, Yan Tianxing mobilized the major special forces more than once to spar with each other, and the three armies of the sea, land and air did not miss a single one. And the reason why Yan Tianxing is so powerful, he and many people still haven't figured it out. After all, Yan Tianxing's existence, even in his own squadron, is not well known.
Thinking of this, Liang Zhiqiong's limping figure suddenly flashed in Peng Yuqiu's mind.
That girl seems to have injured her leg. I don't know if she can survive the next few days.
However, for her, it might be better to take this opportunity to leave.
His thoughts were a little chaotic. When Peng Yuqiu raised his eyes again, Duan Zimu had already walked ten meters away.
Morning, 11 o'clock.
Just after the minute hand passed 12, the students who were hiding in the shadows saw a team of three people sneaking up from the way they came.
Braving himself, holding a paintball gun in his hand, he moved forward without looking sideways, only taking a few glances around when he paused occasionally.
- In their chasing state, the students only get chased and run. Of course, it never occurred to me that so many people would stop to ambush.
So, they fell into the trap set by Mo Shangjun without any accident.
"Are they running so fast?"
On the third day, after the campsite moved forward nearly one kilometer, they stood on a high place and looked down, but could not see any figures in military uniforms, so they could not help but question.
"Maybe you want to hurry up."
"Are they crazy? They can't support it physically."
"The more we can't support it, the more convenient our actions will be." The person standing in the middle analyzed, and then made a 'go ahead' gesture to the left and right.
The three of them moved forward intently.
Can-
This time, just after taking a few steps forward, the attacker on the right exclaimed, and he was immediately hung top-heavy on the tree.
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