Young Master Officer’s Wife Pursuit

The rain is still falling.

After returning to the camp with Yan Tianxing, Mo Shangyun went to take a shower. When he returned to the dormitory again, he heard Chen Yuning and Subei discussing the wilderness survival that began tomorrow.

To be precise, it is a field confrontation.

"The group is out, do you want to see it?"

Shaking a document in his hand, Chen Yuning asked Mo Shangyun.

"Ok?"

Frowning lightly, Mo Shangjun took the information.

A three-day, three-night field confrontation, a team of five, attacking the defenders.

Mo Shangjun glanced at the list, and after noticing her name, paid attention to all the attackers and defenders.

She is the defender. The team members are: Northern Jiangsu, Ji Zhou, Mu Cheng, Chen Shuhao.

The attacking side has two acquaintances, Duan Zimu and Peng Yuqiu.

"A group of us?" Mo Shangyun glanced towards Northern Jiangsu.

Subei tilted Erlang's legs, elbows on the table, and smiled at Mo: "I look forward to it."

Mo Shangyun shrugged indifferently.

"How about going out in the afternoon?" Chen Yuning asked with great interest.

Mo Shangyun thought about it and finally commented: "The scenery is beautiful."

Chen Yuning: "..."

She exchanged glances with Subei.

Subei was quite calm, not too worried about Mo Shangyun's answer, but Chen Yuning always thought things were weird.

Just before the lights went out, Mo Shangjun made a phone call with Ye Qianxiao.

Ye Qianxiao's task of selecting soldiers is coming to an end. Before going back, he told Mo Shangyun a message.

That is, Gu Yinglan, who graduated from their recruit company, was taken away.

"Oh?" Standing under the eaves, Mo Shangyun leaned against the icy wall behind her. She looked at the rain falling from the eaves and said with interest, "I remember that Shengzi and Qiqi are both good."

"They were snatched by Jiang Qiong."

Mo Shangyun was stunned, "Jiang Qiong?"

She never heard the name.

"Yan Tianxing's colleague, the captain of the women's team, Jiang Qiong." Ye Qianxiao explained.

"Oh."

Mo Shangyun echoed.

Vaguely remember the surname of the captain of the women's team there.

Squinting slightly, Mo Shangyun asked, "What kind of person?"

After a short pause, Ye Qianxiao spoke lightly and said: "People who are good at dealing with each other."

This indifferent tone, obviously, Ye Qianxiao didn't like her very much.

Mo Shangyun chuckled.

"How about Hai Xun?" Ye Qianxiao asked casually.

"It's okay, the training intensity is not too great." Mo Shangyun said.

Ye Qianxiao paused and did not answer the call in time.

She had not participated in maritime training, but because of physical problems at that time, the training of marine warfare has never left her any good impression.

All in all, it is very perverted.

Mo Shangjun, however, commented ‘not too strong’ so lightly.

Sensing keenly, Mo Shangyun quickly bypassed the topic.

The two chatted until the lights went out, and then hung up with each other.

*

The weather improved the next day.

At dawn, all the trainees were fully armed, the attacking party was thrown onto the ship, and the defending party was pulled into the helicopter.

The defensive side has a fixed defensive range. When the time comes, they will be airdropped directly to prepare them in advance. The attacking side is to launch an attack without knowing the terrain and the enemy.

There is no such thing as "sacrifice" in action, only repeated attempts.

As long as the defense is broken, this training can be ended early, but the defense will accept unimaginable punishment.

In addition, Chen Yuning, Mu Qixuan, Yan Tianxing and other instructors did not participate.

On the helicopter.

The four defensive teams are allocated together, and the number is enough, plus there is no leader present, so they have not maintained absolute silence.

"It's a pure death guard, right?"

"This kind of setting is not fair. Five people, staying for three days and three nights, the other party is reborn in the same place without restriction, and we will all be killed.

"We have no heavy weapons, just a few people, a few guns guarding."

"I'm afraid it is to prepare for the following exercise. I heard that it was a battle on the island."

...

Mo Shangjun was sitting in his place, holding the gun in his arms. Because he was too bored, he was closing his eyes and raising his mind.

Opposite, sat Chen Shuhao.

Assigned to Chen Shuhao is 88, which is the most convenient gun she used.

She wiped the gun in her hand, but looked absently at the two people sitting opposite.

Mo Shangyun, Northern Jiangsu.

The two people's eyes never stayed on her, as if she had no interest in her becoming their team member.

This almost contemptuous move made Chen Shuhao a little uncomfortable-clearly a teammate, but it made people feel that they were not on the same level as them.

Chen Shuhao secretly gritted his teeth.

No matter Mo Shangyun or Northern Jiangsu, she recognized the strength of the two of them, but she was not convinced.

One or two, most like to make conclusions directly. The former bluntly said that she is not suitable as a sniper, and the latter directly said that she is not qualified as a sniper, and she does not take her face into consideration at all.

She grasped the gun tightly, the force of her fingers inadvertently increased, and the joints were slightly white.

Sitting on the side of her side, Mu Cheng yawned lazily, and his eyes were a little wet. He looked around boringly. He couldn't help but see Chen Shuhao's eyes staring at the opposite side, and immediately felt a chill, just felt The whole person was sober immediately.

However, when he looked intently, Chen Shuhao seemed to perceive his movements, and quickly glanced at him, then turned his gaze back.

"Mr. Ji," Mu Cheng fell to the other side, leaning into Ji Zhou's ear, lowering his voice and gossip, "How do I feel that the atmosphere of our group is not at all harmonious?"

Ji Zhou narrowed his eyes and asked curiously, "Is it?"

"..."

Mucheng shivered again.

Fuck.

Almost forgot, Ji Zhou had just been put on fifty push-ups by ink, and all the accounts were counted on them afterwards. In the evening training, he took care of things and directly tossed them to the skin...

Mom, it's strange that this atmosphere can get better.

Mucheng began to pity himself.

－－－－－－Digression－－－－－－－

Before 12 o'clock, there is one more change.