"We don't have a female company in the camp. The dormitory on the first floor is arranged for you.

"OK, thank you, Commander Ning."

Mo Shangyun thanked him, then looked back, and gave him a look.

"Thank you Mr. Ning!"

Everyone shouted in unison.

This was the first time after Ning Jie saw them, they were shocked when they saw them so neat and orderly.

these people……

Ning Jie didn't know how to judge.

One minute.

They entered the dormitory, put down their rucksacks, and stood in front of Ning Jie and Mo Shangyun again.

Of course, they are not standing in line. They stand loose one by one, and even the recruits are more secure than they stand.

Ning Jie's character is more rigorous and has a slight obsessive-compulsive disorder. In his company, if he sees such a scene, he can practice people so that he will never dare to bend down.

But he never imagined that during his many years of leading the army, he encountered such a hurdle...

A group of female soldiers and female officers who did not know where they came from were neither fighting nor scolding, but they challenged his patience with "order" again and again.

Uncomfortable.

He could not help but glance at Mo Shangyun.

She seemed to be accustomed to the group of people she brought. As a leader, she didn't say anything.

There are not even minor warnings.

He seemed to see a group of female college students who came to military training... thinking of some dark history.

While at the military school, when he went to other universities as military training instructors, his mood was as good as this time.

Noting that Ning Jie's face was quite wrong, Mo Shangyun held a friendly attitude and asked, "Is there anything wrong with Ning Jie?"

"...It's okay."

Ning Jie slowly squeezed out these two words.

The dropped hand tightened slightly.

polite.

courtesy.

respect.

Ning Jie endured.

*

When he arrived at the training ground, Ning Jie finally saw the picture when he was satisfied: except for Mo Shangyun, all the players stood in a line.

A neat row.

It seems that he always has less headaches.

As soon as he arrived, two three soldiers trot over. They were neat and orderly, even the pace, ups and downs of the running were consistent. After standing with a snap, they saluted Mo Shangyun and Ning Jie, then turned sideways, and saluted a row of new lesbians. .

The movement is smooth and standard.

They are like an honor guard.

Ding Jing and others who had left these rules behind their heads long ago saw them, subconsciously, and returned a military salute to them in unison.

This scene made Ning Jie a little surprised, but such a uniform picture really made him feel a little better.

The previously accumulated displeasure has also been eliminated.

His eyebrows moved slightly, and Mo Shangyun seemed to realize something.

"The three of them are veterans of the company and are responsible for your tank teaching."

Ning Jie said, introduced their identities one by one.

They don’t look big, but they are not recruits. They are a little older than Mo Shangjun’s group. Two are multi-year veterans, twenty-six or seven, and one is an officer who has just graduated two years. Star is their platoon leader.

After the introduction, Ning Jie said: "My office is on the second floor. If there is anything wrong with the Mexican team, you can contact me at any time."

"Trouble."

Mo Shangyun nodded slightly at him.

Ning Jie left, and shortly afterwards, only three "instructors" remained.

Although Mo Shangjun also participated as a "student", it was mainly composed of nine members of Ding Jing's group, so they were divided into three groups, led by three instructors, and Mo Shangjun was an "observant student" , And occasionally listen to their "teaching", and occasionally look at their "teaching process."

Therefore, Mo Shangyun is not blinded.

And these instructors are a little surprised: how can you roll your eyes with your captain?

After half an hour, the outdoor temperature gradually increased, and there were no obstructions on the training ground. Looking around, it was empty, and some general training facilities remained.

The sunlight hit down fiercely and shone on this group of white and beautiful "students", inexplicably with a strange sense of violation.

Ding Jing and others were used to it, and they didn't frown, but some scholars heard that they had a headache about the history of the tank, and they frowned and felt distressed from time to time.

The platoon leader observed it, and finally, after some discussion with the two veterans during the break, he came over and touched his nose hesitantly, and asked them, "Do you want to go indoor?"

At this time, they were looking at the notebook and digesting what they were talking about. After being questioned, they were in a trance for a second, and did not react.

Then, Liang Zhiqiong jumped up first.

"I want it!" Liang Zhiqiong raised his hand excitedly.

Except for her, the rest of the "students" were all calm.

Ding Jing quickly pulled her off.

"Why—"

Liang Zhiqiong somehow.

Ding Jing glared at her: after gS9 was pitted so many times, you haven’t learned anything yet?

Liang Zhiqiong said "Ah," and thought of the various experiences of torture, he was honest.

"Is there any difference between indoor and outdoor?"

"Can you not go?"

"It's nice, spacious and well-lit!"

...

A group of people are vigilant, and it can be said that there is no urgency and gratitude for such "goodwill".

Tang Shi, who was sitting among them, wanted to remind them: this is not gS9.

But they were so eloquent that they couldn't get in. They finally sighed softly without saying a word.

They were indeed tortured by gS9 as a "psychological shadow"...

Three instructors: "..."

What's the matter with these people?

Not happy to go indoors?

What's wrong?

"Don't care," North Jiangsu raised their jaws with them and explained, "In our experience, the sudden preferential treatment is a trap that forces us to go to the abyss..."

Before she finished speaking, the pacing Mo Shangyun knocked the rolled-up teaching plan into her head and successfully stopped her words.

He smiled heartily at the three instructors, and Mo Shangyun said: "Sorry, they are less tuned, you don't need to care."

"Humph."

Liang Zhiqiong on one side expressed his dissatisfaction with a disgruntled hum.

As a result, just after humming, Mo Shangjun's teaching plan came into close contact with her head.

"..."

Liang Zhiqiong pouted, and then bulged his cheek gang, expressing his dissatisfaction in a silent way.

Mo Shangjun, who was standing behind, couldn't see her expression, but she didn't know what she was doing without seeing it, so she knocked again.

"..."

Liang Zhiqiong was directly knocked out of his temper.

Mo Shangyun continued to say to the three instructors: "If there is free space, give them a piece of land, otherwise they will affect your training."

"okay."

The platoon leader was a little ignorant, but nodded.

Soon, they took them away.

In fact, what Mo Shangjun said "will affect training" is really quite reasonable.

First of all, in the camp of pure male soldiers, a group of female soldiers with white skin and beautiful long legs suddenly appeared, which was naturally eye-catching. Just "appreciating beauty" can make many people go from time to time.

In addition, the problem appeared in these "beauties"...

Based on Mo Shangjun's understanding of them, they will definitely observe the training of these fighters in the company.

If you talk a lot, you will get in trouble.

In their opinion, normal remarks such as betting, making comparisons, etc., in the eyes of others, are either arrogant or light-hearted, but certainly not flattering. Some words are just a joke in gS9, but in this place, you can always stir up war.

Mo Shangyun thinks it is better to avoid this situation as much as possible.

They are here to "learn", not to "dry rack".

Wherever you go, you have to provoke trouble and influence others' perceptions of the special forces.

...

The platoon leader chose an equipment room for them to place sports facilities on the first floor, which was temporarily unused. There were originally Mazars for them, but they were useless, but sat cross-legged on the ground, and occasionally a gust of wind came out, and it was all cool.

Everyone listened very carefully.

The three instructors were surprised by their worry.

When they learned that a group of female players would come, they were just a "trouble." After all, the female team members are "weak" at first sight, and there are more troubles. So they are not very willing to be "instructors".

Because of the order, he had to go into battle.

At first they were fully prepared.

However, during class, they never whispered, but listened to the class thoughtfully, raised their hands to ask questions when they had questions, and were active and active during the interaction.

After the first class, they had a clear consciousness: they met a group of "excellent students".

Of course, what they don’t know is that this group of people has received the horror training of “doing not control all knowledge points within the stipulated time, they will be deducted and eliminated”.

"Everyone take a break first."

After the second lesson, the small platoon leader turned around and said, "Mo team--"

The platoon leader froze as soon as he turned around.

This officer, in stark contrast to the soldiers she brought.

There is a small table near the door. She sits on the table with Mazar, and the teaching plan in her hand spreads over her head, it is estimated to be asleep.

Like a student sitting in the last few rows of the class and sleeping in class.

Well……

The small platoon leader was a little dumbfounded.

With a yawn, Ding Jing, who was particularly sleepy, whispered: "She worked overtime last night until two in the morning."

Because of coming here, Mo Shangyun had to deal with a lot of things in advance and stay up late to finish.

She didn't even sleep well.

Bai Lizhao said: "Let her sleep."

"Ok."

Liang Zhiqiong nodded like garlic, completely forgot the hatred of "Mo Shangyun knocked his head with the teaching plan".

After scratching his head, the platoon leader was very puzzled. "She said she took the exam with you this afternoon."

I don’t know how long I have been sleeping...

"..."

Everyone silently glanced at Mo Shangyun, then silently withdrew their eyes.

Worried about Mo Shangyun?

Still...not necessary...

Ding Jing was awake for a moment, and she opened her eyes, "No, what the hell, this still has to be tested?"

"Yes," the platoon leader nodded. "Your ink team said that the theoretical part is tested once a day. The test papers are all ready."

He was still wondering if these people were studying so seriously because of the exam...

Feelings, don’t know?

"...Fuck, this bastard."

Ding Jing changed his face and scolded.

As soon as the voice fell, a hidden weapon slammed in front of him. When Ding Jing had a bad hunch, it was too late to dodge, and the brain was concentrated by the gravel.

Ding Jing took pain, but did not raise his hand to cover his head, but stared at the small table behind the three instructors.

"Who curse?"

Raising his hand to grab the training plan away, Mo Shangyun raised his head slightly, staring at Ding Jing sleepily.

There are also several sleep marks left on his face.

What's more, in this dim state of drowsiness, it looked like there was no lethality.

I don't know. I thought the gravel came from the sky.

"Don't you study it all seriously, what is the exam?" Ding Jing protested.

Two straight legs were stretched under the table. Mo Shangyun slowly stood up and leaned back directly against the wall. She lazily folded her arms and said with a smile: "No exam, how do I Govern you?"

"Team Mo, how many points did you pass?" Tang Shi asked, seizing the key.

"Let's not be too high," Mo Shangyun thought for a while, and said slowly, "Nine ten."

Three instructors: "..." Why didn't they hear of this passing score?

"You're shameless." Ding Jing couldn't help but scold.

Liang Zhiqiong nodded in agreement, "Shameless, this is definitely her casual decision!"

Qi Qi looked at Shengzi sympathetically, and then said: "Mo team, you perfunctory us, it doesn't matter..."

...

With a snap, Mo Shangjun patted the teaching plan on the table.

Suddenly, the raven was silent.

Her eyes swept away, and everyone was stunned.

Then, as expected, I heard Mo Shangyun mumbled and said, "Either ninety, or according to my score."

"..."

Everyone was silent for three seconds, and then immediately made a decision.

"Ninety points are good, only ninety points can show our level."

"Yes, yes, don't take a ninety, it's boring."

"I'm sorry we listened to this class."

...

The three instructors were confused by them.

What does this follow?

How could they not understand this logical relationship...

Mo Shangjun raised his hand and rubbed his temples, then stood up and wanted to go out, but took two steps. When he raised his hand to pull the door, Mo Shangyun paused, first glanced at Ding Jing friendlyly, and then looked towards The three said, "Oh, three instructors, remember to add the volume."

Ding Jing: "..." lying trough, do you still have any friendship? !

Opening the door, Mo Shangyun smiled friendlyly at Ding Jing, and then swaggered out.

Go away.

"..."

The crowd watched her away with extremely sinister and fierce eyes.

It's just that Mo Jun, who had just disappeared at the door, appeared again in less than two seconds.

"correct--"

She thrust her head backwards.

The fierceness in everyone's eyes disappeared immediately, and everyone put on a polite but friendly smile.

Mo Shangyun smiled thieves brilliantly, and thieves looked good.

Everyone: "..."

I beg you, get out.