Mo Shangjun looked at the group of people.
They took two days off, but the training was harder than usual. It is estimated that they also knew that retraining today would be a little different.
"It seems that you have been suffering for two days," Mo Shangjun said sarcastically, and then raised his eyebrows and asked them, "Why, can you still hold on?"
"Hold on!"
Hundreds of people shouted in unison.
Mo Shangjun took a step back calmly, staying a little further away from them, and then he was a fool, and asked very casually: "Can you hold on... Then, do you still want to win a row?"
"think!"
Another shout, deafening.
Mo Shangyun raised his eyebrows slightly, "Since this is the case, I have made a new training plan for you..."
After speaking for a while, Mo Shangyun took another step forward, with a faint smile on his brows, but his tone became a little more serious, "This time, I won't force you, if you can't persist, you can withdraw at any time, there is no punishment, Go back to your old training."
"However, if you can persevere," Mo Shangyun paused and continued, "Challenges at the end of February shouldn't be a problem."
Mo Shangyun put it lightly.
Simply talk about the consequences, and these consequences are also within the scope of their tolerance.
Persevere and win.
No perseverance, no punishment.
Give them absolute freedom of choice.
It's like putting a broad road in front of them and saying to them, look, if you walk down this road, you can become strong and let out a breath of humiliation, but this road is too difficult and dangerous, you insist When you can't go down, just go to the nearby path, it's easy, you can go back to the original point and enjoy the stability.
She, no longer force them.
Whether or not they want to become stronger is entirely up to them.
Realizing this, Erlian felt a sense of loss.
This person is also cheap. When they were driven to run, they had resentment towards her. Now that they are allowed to be free, they feel that something is missing.
"Report!" Li Liang suddenly shouted loudly.
"Say."
"Will you train with us?" Li Liang asked forcefully.
The street lights were on, his eyes were bright and dark, hiding his stubbornness, but the warm light added a little softness and warmth.
Mo Shangyun lifted his eyelids lazily, "General training, not accompanied."
Isn't it a waste of time to let her follow the general physical training
Li Liang was silent.
Mo Shangyun didn't compete with them for a while, and he didn't suppress their morale anymore, which made it difficult to adapt for a while.
"Zhang Zheng, get out of the queue!" Mo Shangyun shouted idlely.
"arrive!"
Zhang Zheng, the leader of the row, took a step forward with a grim expression.
Mo Shangjun handed him the folder in his hand, "Follow this training."
"Yes!"
Zhang Zheng took it and responded decisively.
Mo Shangjun waved his hand, said "whatever you want", then turned and walked away.
That's it... gone.
A group of soldiers were like Er Lengzi, they didn't even scold or belittle her when they saw her, and the one who walked away was neat and tidy, without the slightest sense of happiness at all.
They are not, they have Stockholm Syndrome...
It was very dark, and Mo Shangyun's figure quickly disappeared into the darkness and disappeared from sight.
Dawn broke, and the morning light was faint.
Mo Shangjun stood in the corridor outside the office, looking at the rotten leaves on the playground who were doing morning exercises.
Morning exercises are all basic physical training, professional training during the day, plus some physical training, and night is… professional learning for recruits.
Reconnaissance ingenuity, armed penetration, precautions for survival in the wild, use of mechanical equipment, etc.
There is much more for recruits to learn.
Lang Yan planned to study after the year, but Mo Shangjun brought it forward. Anyway, both physical fitness and knowledge were taken into consideration. The assessment at the end of February also included the assessment of professional knowledge, so recruits could not be held back.
Footsteps came from the side, from far to near.
Mo Shangyun inadvertently retracted his gaze, turned sideways, and looked in the direction of the person who came, just in line with Shang Langyan's line of sight.
"Morning." Lang Yan came over.
"morning."
"I heard that you have no punishment this time." Lang Yan stopped in front of her and asked her with a smile.
"Um."
Mo Shangyun nodded perfunctorily.
Lang Yan asked curiously, "Why?"
In fact, he really wanted Mo Shangjun to be stricter. If he let it go, he was worried that they would fall down again without motivation and finish the training by the way.
Mo Shangjun shrugged, but he didn't hide it, "The training is too intense, and they can't bear the punishment again."
Lang Yan was taken aback.
In other words, Mo Shangjun never thought about letting them fend for themselves
After thinking for a while, Lang Yan asked again, "What if someone really chooses to quit?"
Mo Shangyun smiled and looked at him with a hint of sympathy in his eyes.
"After a series of stimulation, I couldn't even hold on to the assessment at the end of February..." Mo Shangjun paused slightly, "Are they still scouts?"
"..." Lang Yan was speechless for a moment.
If it wasn't for Mo Shangjun's mention, he would have really forgotten that the joint training with Yilian had dealt a big blow to Erlian.
As long as those who are a little bit dignified and proud, they will not die until the end of February to get the final results, and they will be called "scouts" in vain.
Lang Yan felt that Mo Shangyun was really thoughtful.
Mo Shangyun walked to the office.
Lang Yan followed, "I still have a question."
"ask."
"In the beginning, you suppressed their self-esteem, stimulated their fighting spirit, and then cooperated with Yilian to stimulate them, and now you have thrown away the training plan, and I am happy to relax..." Lang Yan stared at her more and more suspiciously, "Did you arrange it earlier? OK?"
Mo Shangyun paused for a while, then gave him a sinister glance, "Captain Lang."
"Hey!"
Lang Yan stopped beside her.
As soon as his arm was raised, Mo Shangjun put his elbow on his shoulder, looked at him with a smile, and said in a good voice: "This person, when it's time to pretend to be confused, you have to pretend, otherwise... you will be easily hit!"
"… "
Lang Yan was silent for a while, and almost didn't spray her blood in person.
It's only now that he has been beaten around the bush and found out, it's better not to notice it, otherwise it will appear that his IQ is not good.
At that moment, Lang Yan deeply felt that Erlian's collective hatred of Mo Shangyun was definitely not without reason.
"It will snow the day after tomorrow," Mo Shangyun moved his elbows away, looking in a good mood, "Let's advance the antifreeze training at that time."
"… "
Lang Yan looked at her and said nothing.
This woman has a really bad temper.
062, Mo Fulian, the big thing is bad!