In the afternoon, the hands-on course will proceed as usual.

They prepared three tanks, and the instructors taught by hand.

The team members of gS9 have always been lying on tigers and hiding dragons. They will ask to overlook the world in their own areas of admiration, scorn the heroes, and despise those who can be abused to death, but they never blindly arrogant in areas where they are not good.

Young people are generally arrogant, but after a long time at gS9, they naturally understand how to converge.

It was a place where they would be reminded at the moment of "there are people outside, there are days outside".

Therefore, even in the theoretical examination and warm-up exercise, the members of the women's second team have been unanimously recognized by the outside world. They have not blindly and confidently learned the operation of the tank, but they have studied seriously and rigorously. All surprised.

During the break, Xu Paichang privately held a discussion with Mo Shangyun, most of them affirmed and praised their team members. The incredible mentality was revealed in words.

However, for his approval, Mo Shangyun was also undecided.

These are the players selected by Yan Tianxing.

She had always believed Yan Tianxing's vision.

Each one is carefully selected, and the external abilities and internal qualities cannot be selected.

Jiang Qiong once said to her that it was an honor for such a group of people to meet her. But she felt that it was an honor to meet such a group of people.

Fortunately, he met such a group of companions who dared to give their lives to each other.

"Mo Shangjun! The labor union has opened the tank!"

Ding Jing, who was operating the tank in a circle, raised his hand and shouted arrogantly at Mo Shangyun.

Beauty does not die for her.

Mo Shangyun silently added a load to her while she didn't disclose the punishment package yet.

*

The instructor in charge of teaching them is tired after a process.

However, they were very excited and looked more excited than staying in the equipment room this morning.

Looking at the time, Mo Shangjun held a whistle in his mouth and blew hard.

"Beep--"

After a while, those passionate players quickly put down their things and moved closer to her.

In a blink of an eye, they lined up neatly.

"Are you still satisfied?" Mo Shangyun asked with a smile.

When she smiles like this, it is often when digging pits for people...

But now they are in a good mood, not so much, shouting in unison: "Satisfied!"

With one hand in his pocket, Mo Shangyun smiled and asked very kindly: "Look at your vigorous energy, you have no room to use it, how about running back?"

"..."

I knew you weren’t so kind!

Everyone is not very willing to take her words.

Half a ring, or Liang Zhiqiong took the initiative to ask: "Are you with you?"

Raising his eyebrows, Mo Shangyun's eyes fell on her, and he sincerely replied: "Not accompanied."

Bai Lizhao frowned, then asked: "Can I refuse then?"

"No."

Mo Shangyun once again answered sincerely.

Ding Jing's mouth twitched fiercely, and he couldn't help rolling his eyes, "...then you bother to ask our opinion?"

As soon as she vomited, others couldn't help it.

"You don't know her, just take a form."

"She asked, don't worry."

"The mouth of the ink team, a deceptive ghost."

...

They vomited, but nothing really happened to others.

Instructor San, who was originally standing aside, also wanted to vomit because of Mo Shangyun's practice. As a result, she saw that her teammates were really vomiting out of their mouths and unabashedly flaunting what they had in mind, but they couldn't help but be startled.

One more than one.

In front of the captain... are they all so casual?

Moreover, at first glance, this Mexican team is the kind of boss who has "there are thousands of ways to kill you".

How do I get to them, I feel there is no lethality...

More importantly, they noticed Mo Shangyun's expression, were not annoyed or angry, and smiled faintly in their eyes. They were accustomed to scenes like them.

Weird.

Suddenly, a "beep--" whistle sound interrupted their noisy discussion again.

Although it is usually more casual and casual, but often the whistle of Mo Shangyun sounds, they will all be in a state of alert, and they will no longer be loose and loose.

When it's time to make trouble, when it's time to be serious, they always know how to score.

As soon as the whistle was closed, Mo Shangyun put it down, "Hurry up, get out. Don't arrive within half an hour, don't eat dinner."

"Go around, don't know her like."

Ding Jing waved towards the team.

Liang Zhiqiong pushed her, "Lead, let's run."

As his arms stretched back, Ding Jing embraced her neck and gritted her teeth, threatening: "The gall is getting fat."

Liang Zhiqiong shivered, broke her shackles, and ran away.

They were still thinking of running back in accordance with the team, because the two of them were so troublesome, and the team became messy in a blink of an eye. They simply gave up the neat team, and each ran their own, and some sprinted from the beginning. They were left behind.

"Team Mo, you have to run seven or eight kilometers away." Xu Paichang scratched his head and walked to Mo Shangjun, reminding him hesitantly.

"It's okay, they are not active today, they should warm up."

"..."

Xu Paichang, along with the other two instructors, kept silent silently and closed his mouth tightly.

To persuade Mo Shangyun to "be merciless", for them, it is equivalent to "getting his own shame"...

Their team, just the "warm-up" activity in the afternoon, is equivalent to their training amount a day, okay? !

I don’t know how they usually train...

Mo Shangjun came out on vacation and did not want to run, so he went back in a military vehicle.

While in the car, she specially asked the platoon leader Xu to ask for a loudspeaker. When passing by the group of the women's second team, they greeted them "kindly" and greeted them by the way.

She was so popular that she didn't fly into the military vehicle to strangle her.

"Mo Shangyun, you **** wait for me!"

Looking at the figure of the vehicle going away, Ding Jing jumped the highest.

"Don't provoke her," Bai Lizhao pulled Ding Jing and reminded, "You still have a punishment package."

Tang Shiyun ran beside them, and wanted to not speak, but at this time had to say: "As far as I know the Mo team, her punishment package may change at any time before it is said."

Ding Jing: "..."

Regret it.

Regret it!

She should hold back everything she said before going to bed!

Ding Jing, who has suffered various physical and mental tortures by Mo Shangjun, is completely utterly thinking about it.

*

Night fell.

Lianli did not arrange training at night, but Ning Jie unexpectedly saw many figures when passing the training ground.

At least there are more than two people in the row.

When are these lazy bones so diligent?

The relief is greater than the doubt, Ning Jie could not help but stop by the runway.

On the training ground, there are people in every event and the most runners.

There is no neat lineup, but three or two groups of runners, most of them are exhausted and panted. It should be voluntary training, not organized training in the company.

Ning Jie's field of vision slammed into a figure sharply.

She was tall and graceful, and her figure was exceptionally prominent among a group of male soldiers.

She didn't wear a training cap, her messy short hair was wet with sweat, and her upper body with short sleeves flew in the wind. She ran like a flash of lightning, full of energy, and tirelessly, leaving the male soldier behind.

Ning Jie was shocked by the speed.

He stared at it so stupefied that she ran from the opposite street lamp, slowly approaching, and at a visible speed, her vision became clearer and clearer.

Ding Jing.

"Yo, Commander Ning!"

When she was about to pass by, she found him and greeted him easily with her hand raised.

She is laughing.

The smile is not as grim as when it was deliberately revealed at noon.

Casual and natural, the smile flew diagonally from her eyebrows, and sweat beads dripped from her jaw. In the weak light, the sweat beads were crystal clear and fluttered back with the wind, drawing a curved and smooth arc in the air line.

Freeze at a certain moment.

The vigorous posture when running, the breathtaking smile when chuckling, and the drop of sweat that was never noticed under the light.

The sweat beads fell to the ground and turned away, leaving a few traces. However, in a pool of backwaters, a turbulent wave was set off.

In the calm waves, he saw the wind raging.

"Company Ning!"

"Company!"

"Good company commander!"

...

A burst of stronger shouts pulled Ning Jie back suddenly from an illusion.

His eyes looked forward, and Ding Jing had swept past him and ran a distance.

A bunch of people followed her scatteredly, clenching her teeth, but the team that tried hard to integrate was inevitably fragmented.

"Xiao Xu."

Ning Jie stopped one of the second group.

Upon hearing the sound, Xu Paichang left the team and ran breathlessly.

"President!" Xu Paichang just greeted him and he couldn't stop breathing.

tired.

too tired.

"What's the situation?" Ning Jie asked.

"Ding Jing's test scores were not up to standard, and the Mexican team was fined for a hundred laps, plus all the items came again." Xu Paichang explained intermittently, "We just want to try the distance from the special forces, so come and follow her to practice practice."

Run a hundred laps? !

That's 40 kilometers!

This can be counted as a marathon distance!

...There are punishments for other items? !

After thinking over it, Ning Jie asked: "Don't they have exercise in the afternoon?"

He also heard about the afternoon.

Even the instructor was alarmed and dragged him to talk for a long time.

"They said, that is not a simple warm-up." Xu Paichang said, "their physical fitness is almost amazing, they still ran back in the afternoon, seven or eight kilometers, they did not take a break. The team said, That is also a warm-up."

Ning Jie: "..."

Too shameless, said really good.

"How many laps did she run?" Ning Jie asked.

"Ah?" Xu Paichang didn't respond for a while, and then suddenly said, "You mean Ding Jing?"

Ning Jie had a meal, then nodded slowly.

"Forty or fifty laps," Xu Paichang looked down at his watch. "Starting at half past six, he ran for almost an hour."

"..."

After so many laps, it can be so easy...

Physical fitness is amazing.

Thinking about it, Ning Jie let Xu platoon leader move freely, then turned and left.

Not long after, a figure appeared on the promenade on the second floor of the office building.

Stand still.

The noise and bustle of the training ground is in stark contrast to the quietness of the office building.

At 9:30, several soldiers accompanied Ding Jing to end all of today's punishment, and then surrounded Ding Jing to leave.

Despite her terrible physical fitness, she was exhausted after three hours of uninterrupted training and was far from the spirit of the previous greeting.

It wasn't until the figure disappeared in the field of vision that Ning Jie turned away and returned to the office.

"Knockknock."

Around ten o'clock, the inspector passed by and knocked on the door curiously.

Ning Jie raised his eyes.

The inspector leaned in and asked, "Commander Ning, still busy, don't you go back to rest?"

"Go back immediately." Ning Jie said, a slight pause, after hesitantly pursed his lower lip, he explained to the familiar inspector, "Xiao Chen, when you went to the dormitory, you were connected Long talk, the emergency assembly tonight is cancelled. Just say what I mean."

"Huh?" The inspector was stunned. "Ning platoon leader, don't you never change the training plan?"

Ning Jie lowered her eyes slightly and said in a deep voice: "They have trained enough at night to make them sleep well."

"It's so good." Although the inspector was surprised, he nodded happily. "Relax, I will definitely inform you."

Ning Jie yelled.

The inspector urged him to go back, and then left.

Ning Jie looked at the document, and she was a little uneasy at first. The conversation with the inspector just made him feel a little vacant, and the picture at that moment always appeared in his mind: smile, running, sweat.

So, he was even more absent-minded.

I continued to sit for half an hour, the work did not progress, and the efficiency was unprecedentedly low.

No more wasting time, Ning Jie closed the document, got up and turned off the light to go out.

This is a relatively large base, the entire battalion is merged together, the three company soldiers are all in the same dormitory building.

The company commander is an independent dormitory, but also lives in the dormitory with them.

Near the eleven o'clock, the base was shrouded in silence, and there was no day to come.

The dormitory building is dark, with only two street lights on the outside of the building, illuminating the square inch of space.

The light is weak and the field of vision is dim.

When Ning Jie approached, he accidentally saw a figure sitting beside the flower bed next to the street lamp.

Wearing a camouflage training uniform, sitting next to the flower bed, leaving a silhouette. She placed the notebook on her lap, holding a signature pen in her hand, and was writing on the paper. Suddenly, she stretched out her hand to catch in the void, shaking it to disperse the surrounding mosquitoes, and the hand slipped.

Hearing a "tuck" sound, an obviously impatient tone.

When she bent down to pick up the signature pen, she pulled the neckline to slide, leaving a piece under her neck to reveal the delicate collarbone.

A moment's picture flashed, and Ning Jie subconsciously settled in place.

At this time, picking up the pen sitting Ding Jing, also found the existence of Ning Jie, looked over.

She glanced at her for a while, her eyebrows raised a smile, and ridiculed, "Mr. Ning, do you work overtime?"

She was relaxed in the previous second and frowned in the next second. She slapped on the back of her hand and heard the sound of "snapping", but she shot empty.

The mosquito ran away long ago.