Young Master Officer’s Wife Pursuit

Just like yesterday, Mo Shangyun was left alone, and the rest of the students were taken away.

Again, only Yan Tianxing and Mo Shangyun were left.

This time Yan Tianxing didn't even speak. After his cool eyes swept toward Mo Shangyun, he turned straight and walked towards the shooting range.

Mo Shangyun didn't say anything, and followed Yan Tianxing's rules.

Similar to yesterday’s training, Mo Shangyun saw a few boxes of ammunition and broken parts of the disassembled firearm as soon as he arrived at the shooting range.

"Require time and hit rate," Yan Tianxing said lightly, "including the time to assemble the gun."

"..."

Mo Shangyun silently looked at the various boxes piled together.

This is really a bit cruel.

However, Yan Tianxing didn't give her a chance to bargain. After blowing her whistle, she pressed the timer.

Mo Shangjun quickly entered the state of preparation, and went directly to the box to assemble the guns.

Yan Tianxing did not say specific requirements, nor did he mean any follow-up supplements, but Mo Shangyun understood the idea-that is, to follow the process of yesterday.

Although Mo Shangyun’s memory is not unforgettable, it is also specially trained. What he wants to remember is not permanently remembered, but he will not forget it in a short time.

The training I experienced last night is also now memorable. She has clear memories of guns, postures, distances, etc. Her brain can be tuned out at any time to deepen her memory.

Therefore, there is no need for Yan Tianxing to waste time on explaining these projects.

Yan Tianxing clearly knew this too.

Without explanation, the speed of Mo Shangyun was significantly accelerated this time. Yesterday was all finished within an hour. Today it only took half an hour, and the hit rate has also improved significantly.

But in the project of moving targets... the results are no different from yesterday.

Mo Shangyun began to feel that his "excellent" was praised by others.

But it was shaken for a moment.

There is no one stepping into the sky.

"Excellent" also needs to be accumulated.

Putting the last sniper rifle down, Mo Shangjun relaxed a little, and then he smelled the hot pot afterwards.

She subconsciously looked in the direction of the shed. Sure enough, she saw Yan Tianxing sitting on a stool, and a self-heating hot pot was placed on the table in front of him. At this moment, he was holding chopsticks gracefully and picking a piece of meat to his mouth.

Obviously, I don't want Mo Shangyun to "take advantage of people's danger" again.

Mo Shangjun's mouth twitched slightly, and then walked towards Yan Tianxing with a cheek.

"Report, the bullets are all over!"

Standing at the position where he stood yesterday, Mo Shangyun cried vigorously.

Yan Tianxing just squinted at her, while maintaining this movement, he had not forgotten to send the last two vermicelli into the mouth.

After all the ingredients were eaten, leaving only a little soup, Yan Tianxing finally put down the chopsticks.

"How do you feel?"

At this time, Yan Tianxing looked like a kind-hearted old monitor.

Mo Shangyun thought about it and replied: "Report, better than yesterday!"

"Drink soup?" Yan Tianxing looked at the hot pot soup in front of him and said lightly, "Reward your progress."

"Report, if I don't drink--"

"Then you should know it."

Before waiting for her words to be finished, Yan Tianxing interrupted her.

"..."

Yes, she knows the answer.

Looking at the greasy hot pot soup, Mo Shangyun sighed in his heart, but his face showed perseverance, she said: "Report, it is an honor!"

Yan Tianxing raised his eyebrows.

He stood up and gave Mo Shangyun the stool.

Mo Shangjun gritted his teeth, sat down on the stool, and pulled the hot pot box to him.

This man, just can't do bad things...

The soup that hadn't been eaten yesterday has to be drunk by someone thinking about it.

Who is the chief instructor?

Mo Shangyun held the hot pot box with his fate, and then drank the soup inside.

The self-heating hot pot and the homemade hot pot are not in the same level. The taste of the ingredients is okay. If it is soup... it will be difficult to say.

However, it is not too difficult to swallow.

It tastes better than "cold fold ear root".

Mo Shangyun's direct and refreshing movement somewhat made Yan Tianxing's eyebrows stretch.

Putting the empty box down, Mo Shangyun exhaled, and even the red oil sticking to the corner of her mouth didn't have time to wipe. She leaned her head and asked directly to Yan Tianxing: "Instructor Yan, what training next?"

"Raise the gun."

Yan Tianxing simply dropped two words.

The shortcomings of Mo Shangyun are obvious, but there are ways to deal with any defects.

Practice if you can't.

Since moving target shooting is not good, then start training with basic skills.

The main training objectives of basic skills are: the endurance of the special force, the rate of the gun in place, the accuracy of the pointing, the stability of the gun, and the success rate of the firing law.

These six goals have corresponding training methods.

The first thing to do is to raise the gun. The specific requirements are to raise the gun for 40 seconds, relax for 20 seconds, and set 20 consecutive times.

Yan Tianxing arranged two sets of training for Mo Shangyun for one hour.

After each group, there is a 10-minute break.

This training method is a great test of the strength of the arms. Although Mo Shangjun has deliberately exercised, but after the first set of training, the two arms can no longer lift their strength, and they directly fall down softly.

Yan Tianxing sat and watched, recording the performance of Mo Shangyun with a pen.

Mo Shangjun sat down on the grass not far from him, then raised his eyebrows and asked Yan Tianxing: "Instructor Yan, tell the story and pass the time."

"No chat," Yan Tianxing responded coldly.

"Aren't you okay to do this?" Mo Shangyun looked at Yan Tianxing, and then asked, "Shall we talk about two cents?"

"..."

Yan Tianxing closed the notebook and clipped the signature pen to the notebook.

He looked at Mo Shangyun seriously and asked, "What about money?"

"..." Mo Shangjun's mouth twitched, and hesitated for a moment, then said, "Let's do this, I will tell you a story first, and then you give me two cents, how?"

Yan Tianxing sneered, "You are quite capable of doing business."

"After all, it's life."

Mo Shangyun took the conversation without thinking.

As soon as he finished speaking, he noticed that Yan Tianxing's expression was not right, and Mo Shangyun quickly hung up his serious face.

Yan Tianxing: "..." Pretend! I have never seen anyone who can pretend to be more than she!

"Say there is such a thing," Mo Shangyun sat cross-legged on the ground, moving two sour arms, but staring at Yan Tianxing. "Just a few years ago, there was an unknown sniper who was participating in a special During the mission, because of a little accident, he broke up with the team and was unable to receive support for a while, but now it is a search team of 20 or 30 people. He spent half a day blocking them Can’t move forward, and solved nearly half of the people, and finally retreated when the other party mobilized the fire and bombed."

Mo Shangjun said that the emotions were not full, but the tone of the tone was not rushed, and there was a sense of storytelling.

After speaking, Mo Shangyun looked at Yan Tianxing with a slightly investigative look and asked, "Instructor Yan, with your rich experience accumulated over the years, how much do you think the true component of this story is?"

Yan Tian Xing narrowed his eyes slightly and asked calmly, "Where did you hear?"

"There are quite a few versions of this story. I went to factors like unreliable time and place," Mo Shangyun said. "You know, this kind of hero story is quite widespread."

The reason why Mo Shangyun mentioned to Yan Tianxing this "unreliable" rumor is simple.

Because, 90% of the source of this story comes from gS9.

Mo Shangyun is not like ordinary soldiers and officers.

She lies in her special background and the many people she knows. Those soldiers from various units come together to talk about "segments" when they are fine.

This kind of opportunity is relatively rare after joining the company, but in the military school, when traveling with the mentor, it actually made a lot of interesting people.

I heard this story in my senior year.

And, it is said to be in the mysterious team of Azrael.

As early as a year ago, Mo Shangjun learned from Yan Tianxing that Azrael came from gS9.

There is no purpose, just want to verify the authenticity of the previous cult story.

"Really."

After looking at her for a few moments, Yan Tian Xing Yun gave her a light answer.

"Really?" Mo Shangyun looked up in surprise.

"Ok."

"Who?"

"When you are qualified, ask yourself."

"...Oh." Mo Shangyun raised his hand and touched his nose, and then sincerely said to Yan Tianxing, "Thank you, Instructor Yan, for giving me another reason to stay."

Yan Tianxing shook her eyes.

Speaking of which he was angry.

Not wanting to talk to Mo Shangyun anymore, Yan Tianxing stood up from the stool and said coldly, "Time is up."

Mo Shangyun glanced at the watch and emphasized: "It's still two minutes away."

Squinting her, Yan Tianxing didn't change his face and said: "Your watch is broken."

"..." Mo Shangyun sighed, "Instructor Yan, you will lose heart someday."

After two steps forward, Yan Tian Xing Ju looked down at her condescendingly, "I'm not afraid."

"I worry about you."

Clapping his hands, Mo Shangjun stood up from the grass.

"Thank you for your heart that worries the country and the people," Yan Tian Xing said coldly.

Mo Shangjun raised his hand and touched his chest, and then said, "It says you are too polite, just reward some money."

Yan Tianxing is a very conscientious person.

So, instead of ignoring Mo Shangyun, he waved his hand and said, "Come on two more sets."

"..."

Um, nice.

Successfully "made" himself dead.

Mo Shangyun, with his sincerity in "nosy business", raised a gun that weighed more than ten kilograms into battle.

Yan Tianxing looked coldly.

*

After the third group's gun training ended, Yan Tianxing gave Mo Shangyun a rest for 20 minutes.

In these twenty minutes, Mo Shangyun rested in place, and Yan Tianxing was driving his cool off-road vehicle, and when he came back again... carrying a roast chicken in his hand.

The roast chicken is wrapped in greased paper, but the fragrance can't be concealed, and the smell can be smelled on the ink if you are far away.

Although I have eaten roasted rabbits in the afternoon, after all, it has been several hours in the past. It is still a bit greedy to "smell" the food right now.

"Take a gun and follow me."

Yan Tianxing simply finished speaking to her, and then turned around.

He was walking up the mountain.

Mo Shangyun was carrying heavy guns, and honestly followed Yan Tianxing.

Along the way, Mo Shangyun was thinking about how Yan Tianxing would use perverted methods to deal with her. As a result... the methods were really perverted.

Like yesterday’s training, Yan Tianxing chose a location, and then made Mo Shangyun concealed. Her surveillance range is still the opposite mountain. The target will appear from time to time and at irregular points. She must respond and shoot within five seconds. , No hit means failure.

The time is one hour.

A boring destiny that cannot be escaped.

Mo Shangjun made sufficient psychological preparations, but she never thought that Yan Tianxing, who had finished asking, did not leave, but sat down next to her hiding place. Under Mo Cunjun’s curious gaze, he calmly gave the oil paper Open to reveal the roasted chicken with tender and tender outside.

Mo Shangyun: "..." Fang, this is really torture!

What's more terrible is that Yan Tianxing doesn't eat roast chicken very much, but occasionally tastes a few bites, but the aroma of roast chicken has always persisted. There was no feeling of ink on the original. I obviously felt that I was hungry and I couldn't concentrate. .

The physical torture, Mo Shangyun is totally acceptable, but her tenacious spirit makes Yan Tianxing very unsuccessful.

Today, Yan Tianxing began tortured mentally. The method was indeed well chosen. At least it caused some damage to Mo Shangyun.

When Mo Shangjun concentrated on observing the target that might appear at any time, he occasionally thought about it if his sense of smell could fail temporarily.

It is undeniable that Yan Tianxing's move... is indeed cruel.

I still remember when I was bitterly bitter.

Retribution.

Thinking of this, Mo Shangjun almost missed a target, and she immediately shot nervously at it, barely hitting it, which made Mo Shangjun dare not be distracted.

However, Yan Tianxing kept her heart to keep her focused.

After about half an hour, Yan Tianxing suddenly asked her: "Do you want to chat for a few cents?"

"No money."

Mo Shangyun stared at the opposite side intently, while also distracted to respond to Yan Tianxing.

At this critical time, even the "report" and "Yuan Instructor" were too lazy to shout.

"I have." Yan Tianxing said slowly, and then took a dollar coin in his hand and shook it in front of Mo Shangjun's right eye, asking, "Is it enough?"

Looking at the coin that was forced to appear in the field of vision and was obviously full of copper smell, but was stained with moonlight by a little holy coin, Mo Shangyun felt an inexplicable feeling in his heart.

—Damn, this stalk is also her head.

Chi Guoguo's revenge.

I have seen Yan Tianxing's fierce means at ordinary times, but when Yan Tianxing didn't use hard means...it was even more ruthless.

Fuck.

"Although you are trenchant," Mo Shangyun simply closed his right eye and left eye was still aimed at the sight, she continued, "But as a soldier, please don't insult me ​​as a soldier with worldly money Noble character."

"People who can say such brazen words are not moral soldiers in us." Yan Tianxing said with a sense of justice, "As a qualified instructor, I can let Yan Hanyu The instructor gives you a few extra lessons."

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