The team did not act for the first time, and at the same time, the teaching assistants did not respond in time.

All the sights that fell on Mo Shangyun were full of doubts.

"Mo Shangyun."

Yi An was the first to react and went straight to Mo Shangyun.

Mo Shangyun lifted his eyelids and looked at Yi An, his voice calmly corrected, "Instructor Mo."

After a slight pause, Yi An's face was unsightly for a moment, but soon she changed her voice: "Instructor Mo, what do you want to do?"

"Fighting training is not over," Mo Shangyun said lightly.

"can--"

Yi An wanted to say something, but was interrupted directly by Mo Shangyun: "There is a problem, let Chen Yu come to me."

All the instructors present had no right to intervene in Mo Shangjun's decision.

Only Chen Yu.

However, Chen Yu was not there.

Yi An likes to do things according to the rules, so she doesn't appreciate Mo Shangyun's practice, but she also has no choice but to take Mo Shangyun.

As Mo Shangyun said, if you want to intervene in Mo Shangyun's behavior, it can only be Chen Yulai.

Yi An stared at Mo Shangyun for a few moments, and finally turned around to adjust the team allowed to leave the student.

*

At the entrance of the canteen, Chen Yu stood black-faced and looked up towards the training ground.

They were accompanied by Peng Yuqiu and Ji Zhou.

It stands to reason that the team should be brought in within three minutes, but now they don’t even see a shadow.

In front of outsiders, Chen Yu naturally didn't want to lose face, but letting Peng Yuqiu and Ji Zhou stand alone was like losing face.

Chen Yu's face was very ugly.

In normal times, Peng Yuqiu and Ji Zhou will surely make a siege for him, but now the situation is a little different. The two tacitly kept silent, saying nothing, let alone siege.

When Chen Yu waited impatiently, they finally heard the sound of uniform footsteps.

Although the sound of the footsteps was a bit off, Chen Yu was relieved and looked up at the corner.

however--

Greeting his picture, almost did not let him vomit blood on the spot!

Fuck.

Chen Yu's eyes widened, looking at the team that was brought back.

The original team of 200 people was reduced by a third, and Chen Yu's eyes swept twice. At most, he could feel the momentum of more than 200 people, but this number added up to more than 100 people!

Then, Chen Yu noticed that there was no ink on the crowd.

Chen Yu always felt that Mo Shangyun must have done something again!

"what happened?!"

As soon as he saw the team approached, Chen Yu shouted at them with a face of Yan.

Yi An was the first to stand up, "Instructor Mo has left injured and others injured, saying that there is something else that left them."

Chen Yu frowned, "What exactly does she want to do?"

After a pause, Yi An told the truth: "She said, if you have any questions, let you go to her."

Peng Yuqiu raised his eyebrows with interest.

Go!

Such an arrogant shouting really seemed like what Mo Shangyun would do.

Ji Zhou glanced at Peng Yuqiu and warned him not to be too blissful.

Peng Yuqiui took back the smile on his face.

"Sorry, you two go to dinner first," Chen Yuchao Jizhou and Peng Yuqiu said, and then said to Yi Ani, "Do whatever you do."

"Yes."

Yi An answered.

*

As night fell, the raging wind of the Fury seemed to be more violent. The students standing in the open land had the illusion that they would be blown away at any time.

However, Mo Shangyun, who was relatively thin, stood in front of the line and remained motionless.

Dozens of people stared at Mo Shangyun, completely ignorant of what she wanted to do.

Mo Shangyun raised his voice, "Take out the column."

"Yes!"

Take a furious response, and then come out of the team.

With Mo Shangjun’s previous face-slaps and his subsequent beatings, the current state of mind would explode at any time, and every move, even in one eye, with a burning flame, would rub out and rub out, if possible , I am afraid that I want to burn the ink on the bone directly.

Self-proclaimed good tempered ink on Yun Yun, naturally will not care about him.

With a whistle in his hand, Mo Shangyun shook the rope and swayed, and then he asked the pipe, "Do you know why you were left?"

"Ghost knows!" Taking a violent response, sneered, expressing disdain for Mo Shangyun.

I didn't think that Mo Shangyun was not angry at all. On the contrary, he was very calm and nodded slowly. "It's normal not to know if you lack roots."

Fuck!

He wanted to refute his mouth, but soon he recalled the fear of being unilaterally brutalized by Mo Shangjun. He clenched his teeth tightly, and he controlled himself not to be thick, but the blue muscles that burst at the forehead and neck, But there is no doubt that it is clamoring with people-the labor and capital are very angry, and the labor and capital are about to rise.

"Remember 500 push-ups first." Mo Shangyun said, "Give you another chance. Don't eat if you can't answer."

"You--" Take control and gritt your teeth.

However, even if he is arrogant, he knows how much they will affect their training.

This is not something that can sustain the past.

If you don’t eat tonight, the training in the evening will be difficult. The rest time in the evening and the morning exercise in the morning are extremely exhausting. Even if you don’t eat, you may not be able to persevere.

Anyway, serving now is a matter of taking a breath.

Take a deep breath and take the anger: "Because we hurt our opponent."

Mo Shangyun raised his eyebrows, "Yes, even you know."

This slightly ridiculous tone seems to be a contempt for the IQ.

Inadvertently adding fire and angering others, for Mo Shangyun, it is simply a habit.

Anyone who is close to the tube can hear the sound of taking the molars.

They couldn't help but have some sympathy for the report.

Although, they also sympathize with themselves.

"Beep--"

Mo Shangyun blew his whistle and brought back everyone's attention.

"I left you two groups of people. One is that you attacked your opponent without weight, and the other is that you didn't have the ability to defend yourself. It's too useless." Shaking the whistle in his hand, Mo Shangyun walked forward. A few steps, said slowly.

Everyone looked at her attentively.

Seeing the previous interaction between Yi Ani and Mo Shangjun, some of them came out. This project is not within the regulations.

They didn't know what Mo Shangyun wanted to do, but vaguely felt that leaving her behind was not a good thing.

"report!"

Someone shouted loudly in the line behind him.

Mo Shangyun raised his eyes, "Say."

The other party said righteously: "Injuries in combat training are inevitable. We are not malicious injure people. Why should we stay?"

Her eyebrows moved slightly, and Mo Shangyun's eyes swept around, and after finding out that most people supported his words, her expression gradually cooled down.

She saw it, and most people thought so.

In the past two days, these talents rarely knew each other, so when faced with a group of strange and competitive people, they could of course not treat each other as comrades, more of them as competitors.

Since it is a competitor, it can be one less.

Although most of them will not intentionally hurt the other party, they always think that whether this person is powerful or not, as long as his injury affects the training, there may be one less competitor.

This kind of thinking is inevitable for most people.

Few people can really set their minds right and compete benignly with those around them who wear the same military uniforms.

However, this is no other place!

This is the army.

Anyone wearing the same military uniform is a comrade-in-arms!

Everything is for actual combat.

The cooperation between two unfamiliar troops on the battlefield, once selfishness is incurred, the losses caused are incalculable.

Mo Shangyun can understand the production of this kind of psychology, but she doesn't want them to regard this psychology as justified.

"Who tells you that it is a matter of course to hurt your comrades in combat?!"

Leng Ran's eyes glanced at the audience. The words on the ink were not word-for-word. They weren't words of great emotion, but inexplicably shocked the people present and unconsciously made them nervous.

When they took a closer look at the ink painting, they suddenly discovered that the idleness of her look had completely faded away, and her eyes were grim.

Even with it, the surrounding atmosphere is inexplicably dignified.

The students who originally agreed with those who had spoken before, were somehow punished by her cold accusation. The strange thing was actually a little guilty.

"There won't be a fighting instructor who will teach you. It's a skill to hurt the other party during the fight. People who really have the ability will not be complacent because they delay the competitor's temporary training!"

The wind was very strong, and Mo Shangyun's words were torn by the wind as soon as she exited, but somehow her words clearly fell into their ears in such a loud wind.

Every word makes them guilty.