Young Master Officer’s Wife Pursuit

Field survival training, the fourth day.

nine in the morning.

The first team led by Mo Shangjun, Peng Yuqiu, and Duan Zimu successfully arrived at the destination they should have arrived on the third day.

Standing on the open ground, Mo Shangyun gave a whistle, and issued a password, "rest in place."

As soon as the voice fell, a bunch of students behind him suddenly fell to the ground, and there were only a few standing.

"Grandma is a bear, when is such a day a head?"

"It's really about to be killed. It started out at night, then ambushed on the road during the day. Now it's chasing after one after another. There are fewer and fewer foods on the body, and it's a ghost."

"Come on, say a few words and use your time to breathe."

...

Hearing the students complaining intermittently, Mo Shangjun raised his hand and rubbed his temples.

In the past two days, these students were indeed tormented a bit.

The ambusher's abilities are stronger than one; the attack method is more strange than once; the attack time is shorter than once; and the carrying of food is less than once.

From this attack, I couldn't find any rules at all, and when they were random, it was all about their mood. The students were nervous all the time, and a little wind and grass were all making a fuss. Even a moment of rest was rare.

Up to now, there are not a few people who have suffered paintballs, including a few words before the test, Tang poetry, and Yan Gui, who dodges first. And those paintballs suffer much... Two trainees have already been forced to withdraw from this field survival training, and four or five paintballs have been hit.

"I also served." Peng Yuqiu walked to the side stone, sat down, and shook his head helplessly, "There are so many tricks, even the real special forces may not be able to bear it."

"Oh?"

Mo Shangyun glanced at Peng Yuqiu, who missed a paintball.

Paying attention to her eyes, Peng Yuqiu became more and more helpless, "Do I look like a general special soldier?"

Mo Shangyun shrugged.

She didn't say it, it was really'very ordinary'.

However, she has not seen ordinary special forces very much. In her view, there are two categories: "She can surpass" and "Can't surpass". Since there is no measurement standard, it is impossible to accurately judge the ability of Peng Yuqiu.

Seeing Mo Shangjun's expression of "you are happy", Peng Yuqiu could not help but smoke.

"give."

Duan Zimu came from behind the queue and handed a bottle of water to Mo Shangjun.

"Thanks."

Mo Shangjun took it, just raised her hand to unscrew it, and suddenly found that the bottle cap had been loosened. She glanced at Duanzimu, then looked up and drank.

Mineral water was also searched from the ambush.

Their backpacks are very empty, and since they have food, they will not take nothing.

Sometimes, in addition to food, they can also find some small props available, such as matches, flashlights, ropes and the like, and even night vision goggles can get one or two.

After drinking for nearly a third, Mo Shangjun put the cap back on.

She kept staring at her Duan Zimu with a slight trance, and then calmed the emotions in her eyes, and asked slowly: "Are you planning to fight back yet?"

"Take a rest and talk again."

Mo Shangyun stuffed the remaining water into his bag and said lazily.

Such "you chase me hide, you hide me chase", seriously delaying their journey, if no action is taken, I am afraid that after seven days, they are still wandering in the middle of the route.

It's a little embarrassing if you don't arrive on time.

Mo Shangyun is more concerned about this.

Duan Zimu gave her a deep look, and then nodded in good faith, "OK."

Peng Yuqiu, who was sitting on the side, looked up at the two of them, a flash of contemplation flashed between his eyes.

The captain's emotional entanglement is really not clear in a sentence or two.

This moment of contemplation made Peng Yuqiu fail to notice. Someone in the ranks lying on the ground raised his eyes and gave him a deep look. Just before he noticed, he quickly took his eyes back.

Liang Zhiqiong sat on the grass with his right leg straight and his left leg bent. He leaned over and held the knee of his left leg, with his head against the knee, looking absently at a line of ants crawling from afar.

"How about your feet?"

You Nianyu came over and handed her a package of compressed biscuits and a bottle of water.

Upon hearing the sound, Liang Zhiqiong looked up listlessly. After glancing at You Nianyu, he took the food and whispered, "Thank you."

"foot."

Frowning, You Nianyu spit out a word with emphasis.

"His feet are pretty good." Liang Zhiqiong lowered his head and casually said while tearing the packaging of the compressed biscuits. "I just twisted it and it's almost okay."

He also turned his ankle specifically.

However, the face hidden in the shadows was almost distorted by pain, and the two frowns were tight.

She buried her head very low, moving as usual, and could still hear her bite compressed biscuits. You Nianyu didn't see her expression clearly, but found anomalies, but she didn't like to do much business, so she didn't ask.

She thought that if someone like Liang Zhiqiong had a serious foot injury, he would probably not behave so calmly.