Young Master Officer’s Wife Pursuit

It took about half an hour for Mo Shangjun, Duan Zimu and Peng Yuqiu to rearrange the grouping and formulate a strategy.

They can be sure that if there is an attack tomorrow, then the opponents that will have to face in the next two days will be more difficult to deal with than today.

Therefore, the next coping strategy must be based on "evasion", not "offense" like yesterday.

Mo Shangjun outlined the plan roughly. Duan Zimu and Peng Yuqiu made all the details.

After finishing the speech, Mo Shangyun added: "Tomorrow you continue to lead the group, and I will act behind the scenes."

"Are you still here?"

Duan Zimu glanced at her, her wet body, her combat uniform was all wet with rain, her short hair clung to her skin, her expression was a little tired, and she hadn't had a good rest from last night to now.

Just this slim body...

Duan Zimu narrowed his eyes slightly, his eyes crossed with a worry.

"otherwise?"

Mo Shangyun raised his eyebrows, the flashlight in his hand flicked, and his line of sight ran across the two from left to right, from beginning to end, thoroughly, without missing one.

In terms of this lingering and slow process, Yu Duanzimu and Peng Yuqiu are simply naked contempt.

Both of them stared at her scalp with numbness.

"I said," Duan Zimu looked at her helplessly, "Do you have any misunderstandings about the strength of the two of us?"

The words on his side had just fallen, and the light from Mo Shanjun's flashlight directly hit Duan Zimu's face.

The sudden light caused Duan Zi to close his eyes subconsciously.

Fortunately, he removed the night vision goggles in advance.

"is it?"

Mo Shangyun shook the flashlight and made a sound, which was full of doubts about Duan Zimu's words.

Duan Zimu: "..."

It is not uncommon to be looked down upon.

However, being lowered by Mo Shangyun, he was still...unpleasant.

"Waiting for your performance tomorrow."

Without delay, Mo Shangjun turned off the button of the flashlight and tucked it into his pocket.

Turned around, he waved wisely towards them, then walked into the darkness.

She had finished what she had said, so she had to hurry up and take a good rest.

In spite of the weather like this tonight, she can meet and the rest will not be very good.

*

Temporary camp.

Ten p.m.

Yan Tianxing sat in his chair and listened to the communication staff reporting "today's raid team is ready to close work", his brows moved slightly.

With his right hand rubbing the headset, Yan Tianxing connected to Mo Shangshuang's separate communication channel.

"Drained?"

Lifting his right leg and resting it on the knee of his left leg, Yan Tianxing spoke out calmly. The low magnetic voice was accompanied by the sound of pattering rain.

"Not counted." Mo Shangshuang answered quickly.

Mo Shangjun stopped all the attackers, even if they seized Mo Shangjun's breakthrough, it would only delay Mo Shangjun and their own time. Moreover, these people put ink on Jun, there is really not enough to see.

The weather is bad, and it is meaningless to continue to drag on. It is better to step back and choose another group to start.

Anyway, so many people have exhausted an ink painting...and there is no sense of accomplishment.

"Ah."

Yan Tianxing laughed lowly.

It was clearly distressed that dragged down my sister, so I had to talk so hard to find a reason for myself.

I owe it too.

"There is no time this time, let's go first." Mo Shangshuang said coolly, the words paused for two seconds, and then used a slightly warning tone, "Don't try to deliberately."

Yan Tianxing hooked his lips and said nothing.

The communication ends.

Within a few minutes, a correspondent came over.

The correspondent asked: "Instructor Yan, someone arrived tomorrow, and ask when will you act?"

"Tomorrow morning, six o'clock." Yan Tianxing's voice was deep and powerful, with absolute authority.

The correspondent nodded with a "yes" and then backed off.

As soon as the eyelids lifted, Yan Tianxing glanced across the table next to him, and then fell to a list.

He took the list and turned to page 6.

Flying Eagles, 16 people.

Leader: Ruan Yan.

His eyes fell on the leader's name, Yan Tian Xing narrowed his eyes slightly.

Ruan Yan.

There is no denying his strength, but in terms of pure individual quality...

After a while, Yan Tianxing threw the list back to the table.

This was a temporary training that he hosted but did not personally participate in.

Except for the second day and the third day, he made a general attack plan, and all the other friendly troops who came back to help themselves were responsible.

This temporary training is not only for training a batch of students in their training camp, but also for the friendly troops who have been trained to help.

——Except for the leader of the friendly army, the others are new recruits who have just passed the selection.

It is a mutual learning.

Thinking of this, Yan Tian Xing's eyes sank slightly.

Except for the first group led by Mo Shangyun, Duan Zimu and Peng Yuqiu, the elimination rate of other groups greatly exceeded the plan.

It seems... this month's training plan has to be slightly modified.

*

The first group of people, under the organization of the instructors, rested until two in the morning after reassigning the groups and tasks.

It is rest, but it just sits or lies on the ground, closing eyes and resting.

In such bad weather, even if they want to take a good rest, they have no conditions, they can only eat food and restore their physical strength to the maximum.

At two o'clock in the morning, the group hurried.

Mo Shangjun sat under the tree with his eyes closed to refresh his mind, heard the sound of the first group leaving, raised his eyelids, and saw the shadow of their actions in the darkness. Then he slowly returned his gaze.

At this time, heavy footsteps came from the jungle behind.

Mo Shangjun raised his eyebrows slightly, opened the flashlight, and then changed his position. The light of the flashlight fell to the back.

Almost at the same time, there was a cry of surprise from behind——

"Mo Mo!"

Yan Gui, who was still moving slowly, accelerated his speed as soon as he saw the light, and the shrub that was still hindered was stepped on his feet in an instant.

Soon after, Yan Gui ran to Mo Shangyun's side. He took a deep breath, bent down, and put his hands on his knees.

In the light of the flashlight, he turned his head dirty and showed a bright smile towards the ink.

"How is it?" Mo Shangyun asked.

Yan Guibaya raised her hand and patted her chest, especially from the channel: "I shot, of course, no problem!"

"Well," Mo Shangjun pointed to the open space paved with banana leaves on the lower left side with a flashlight, and said, "rest."

Yan Gui blinked in surprise. After a pause, he asked again: "How many hours can I rest?"

"Four hours." Mo Shangyun said.

"Can you rest for so long?" Yan Gui asked in surprise.

"Ok."

Mo Shangjun responded faintly.

Although such bad weather reduces their operational efficiency, it will also cause some trouble to the attackers.

Every day the personnel are changing, which proves that they will send in new people every day.

When the weather is good, you can choose airborne, but this weather helicopter can not move at all. Those people rely on wheels or legs. In short, it takes a certain amount of time to keep up with them.

In addition, it just took Yan Gui to be an obstacle on the way to reach here, and it would take time for them to clear or cross over.

All in all, the speed of the attackers was dragged down, and their time was fairly ample.

"In this case, I will rest first."

Yan Gui said with a grin.

No matter how tired, he couldn't resist his excitement at the moment.

Look, so many students, his Mo Mo only asked him to do things...

He has done it!

Now Mo Mo even laid out his "bed" in person, which is a special treatment.

His relationship with Mo Mo has further developed!

Thinking so, Yan Gui came to the left hand side of Mo Shangyun and then fell asleep on the "bed" made of banana leaves.

As soon as he lay down, Mo Shangyun turned off the flashlight, paused, and picked up another banana leaf on his hand, and threw it on Yan Gui's body, as if to help him from the rain.

In the darkness, Yan Gui opened his eyes.

However, before waiting for him to speak, Mo Shangyun stood up from the ground.

"Mo Mo, where are you going?" Yan Gui asked, looking curiously.

"Walk."

Mo Shangyun put the backpack on his shoulder, his voice languid.

Yan Gui's eyes rolled back.

She went for a walk at such a late day?

Without turning your head, you know that this is perfunctory.

I just thought that the relationship between the two has drawn a lot of Yan Gui, and he pouted in disappointment.

He is separated from Momo again...