Young Master Officer’s Wife Pursuit

Together with Mo Shangyun, Ding Jing, and Fu Zhe, there are also three X Special Team students.

Mo Shangyun and Ding Jing thought that in the same group, their strength would be worse, after all, this is the strength balance, and it will not be too different from other groups.

However, those three are also outstanding in the X special team, ranking in the top ten in overall strength.

However, when standing with Mo Shangyun, the three of them all showed the expression of "Big Brother" with her, and almost gave her a hand.

Ding Jing squinted at the ink with disdain.

Mo Shangyun is calm.

In a short time, the grouping was completed, the instructors did not participate, all the students were pulled into the car, got off at a fixed location, and then began their journey.

When the training ground was empty, it was still dark, the darkest period before dawn.

"Team Yan, we will work hard for you next."

Yuan Hai walked to Yan Tianxing and said to them cautiously.

Mo Shangshuang also nodded with Yan Tianxing.

The final training in this part is mainly completed by the assistance of gS9.

"Yes."

Ji Zhou smiled and said politely.

They eat and drink in vain during this time, they did not really do nothing, all the preparations are ready.

Next, it depends on the performance of the students.

Whether this group of outstanding talents can stay depends on the next level.

*

At dawn, the sky is getting brighter.

The trainees were successively dropped off.

The driver of the car was very cold. Every time he arrived at a place, he called a few groups, then stayed in place for half a minute, and then drove away without saying a word.

Slower, if it is not a leap with agile skills, I am afraid to get the next destination before I have a chance to get off.

——Because, this big night, the car drove too fast.

"Seven groups!"

The driver shouted again.

"Mo Shangyun, you must come back alive!"

Liang Zhiqiong clenched his fists in both hands and waved toward Mo Shangyun who got off the train first.

Bai Lizhao of the same group knocked on her head angrily, "What to say."

Due to Bai Lizhao's violent temper, Liang Zhiqiong's little temper was completely suppressed, and he could only rub his head in disappointment.

The rest of the group on the bus laughed, and even the sleepy students were sober.

"When you are eliminated, I will give you a ride."

Throwing the backpack on his shoulder, Mo Shangyun retreated half a step, and raised his eyebrow to smile at Liang Zhiqiong.

"Friends--"

Before Liang Zhiqiong's last word was shouted, his voice was masked by the sound of the vehicle engine.

The car threw a string of exhausts, and then left them, stepping on the dark night, scaryly fast.

"Half a month," Ding Jing spread out the paper map and said lazily, "This is the longest survival in the wild in our history."

Fu Zhe asked confusedly, "Is it useful to survive in the wild for so long?"

"It doesn't matter what the instructor says, what we do, anyway, just pass smoothly." Ding Jing said, and leaned his head toward the three people next to him, "Can the next door be a tacit understanding, give a light."

The X Special Forces student holding a flashlight walked into two steps in silence, hitting the light of the flashlight on the map.

It's not that they counsel, it's that they really can't afford it.

It’s okay to call it Fu Zhe. The presence is not strong, but people get along well. Ding Jing is different. The anger and anger that accumulates in Mo Shangjun depends on the students who bullied them, and all of them are scattered on their heads. They usually watch Ding Jing walking around.

Not to mention, the intern trainer and Mo Shangyun who likes to do things are also here.

When I heard the names of the two of them, I felt a sense of despair, and I haven't eased it up until now.

"Here you are."

Ding Jing took a few glances and handed the map to Mo Shangyun.

Mo Shangyun squinted at her.

Without thinking, Ding Jing looked away from the other four, raised his eyebrows, and said arrogantly, "Is the new team leader meaningful?"

Four people: "..."

No one dared to object.

So far, North Jiangsu's prediction of Ding Jing's "little follower" was fully realized.

*

In this field survival training, I chose the mountains in the northeast of Beijing, which is a sparsely populated area, and the place they want to go is even more deserted.

In a long time ago, there may be local villagers who hunted and opened new roads in the mountains, but now there are basically no people going up the mountain. Even the roads are covered by weeds and shrubs, and the traces are being eliminated.

The students have no shortcuts, all the roads have to be trampled by themselves.

Because of this difficulty, the course of survival in the wild is not long, but it can also make the students tired enough.

...

Three days later.

Mo Shangyun, who led the team, used a dagger to split the branches in front of her little by little, and the branches fell one after another. She lifted the obstacle and walked forward smoothly.

Without taking a few steps, Mo Shangjun stopped and listened for a moment, then turned back to the person behind him and said, "There is water in front and there is an open area where you can rest in front."

"Row."

Ding Jing was the first to respond to her.

The rest of the trainees responded one after another, but each one was listless.

It’s no wonder that they are just abnormal. Mo Shangjun and Ding Jing are just abnormal. They can crush these men in terms of physical fitness. When they are out of breath, they can still carry their bags with ease. The thin arms and legs are simply decoration, and cannot be visually estimated at all.

In this terrain, the speed of Mo Shangyun and Ding Jing did not decrease, and soon the distance between them was increased.

With a sigh, they refused to keep up.

However, it didn't take long before he heard Fu Zhe, the last party, yelling.

－－－－－－Digression－－－－－－－

Let's talk about one thing, and I haven't changed it recently. We have guaranteed 4,000 words. We burst at the end of the month.