Four people played poker in a harmonious atmosphere.
The night is getting darker, and there is a bit of coolness in the air. The night wind blows, irritating the skin and making it a bit cold.
The four people added a lot of firewood to the bonfire, and the bonfire burned vigorously to drive away the coldness around them.
The season is just right, it's early spring, not yet summer, and there are few mosquitoes and ants. It's so relaxing to entertain by the fire.
However, a certain man sitting alone by the campfire, focusing on roasting bamboo shoots, was completely opposite to the atmosphere here. The whole body was enveloped in air-conditioning, and when the wind blew, it was extremely depressed.
In this depressed atmosphere, Yan Tianxing contacted Mucheng and explained his plan of action after midnight.
By the time I finished speaking, the three bamboo shoots in my hand were roasted smoothly.
There wasn't much seasoning, just sprinkled salt and pepper evenly, and then moved the bonfire away with the branches.
Glancing at the four people still sitting together, Yan Tianxing looked a little gloomy, stood up with the roasted bamboo shoots, and walked straight over there.
"Captain Yan!"
"Captain Yan!"
Upon hearing the noise, the two friendly soldiers immediately called him enthusiastically, but with half of the cards in their hands, they were reluctant to just throw them away.
Yan Tianxing didn't look at them and directly handed the three bamboo shoots to Mo Shangyun.
The bamboo shoots were roasted just right. They were not burnt even when roasted over an open fire. They were fully cooked and had a fragrant aroma.
"Hard."
Mo Shangyun took the opportunity.
Yan Tianxing's eyes passed over her coolly, then he looked at the two friendly soldiers, and his voice was as steady as an order, "Let's go."
After saying that, he did not wait for the two allies to make a decision - whether to choose to wait and finish the game, or to follow Yan Tianxing directly. Yan Tianxing turned around directly, turned his hand, and a flashlight appeared in his hand
, as soon as the switch is pushed, the light of the flashlight illuminates the road ahead.
After he left, the two friendly soldiers looked at each other and naturally did not dare to stay here for a long time. So they looked at Mo Shangyun and Mu Qixuan apologetically, put down their cards, and got up and hurriedly followed.
Mu Qixuan picked up the playing cards on the ground.
Mo Shangyun glanced casually in the direction Yan Tianxing left.
The figure was shrouded in darkness, leaving only a flashlight of light, shining in the direction ahead. Gradually, the light became farther and farther away along with the person holding the flashlight.
Looking back, Mo Shangyun gave Mu Qixuan a bamboo shoot.
Taking it, Mu Qixuan took a bite and praised without hesitation: "It tastes good."
Mo Shangjun, who had no hope at first, took a bite out of curiosity. The bamboo shoots were very crisp and had a unique fragrance. The conditions were limited and they were not as tasty as other ingredients, but the taste was indeed good.
She ate it once when she was young.
That person's cooking skills were not very good. She could eat whatever she cooked, and the bamboo shoots she baked were burnt black. But at that time, she had not eaten hot food for two days and two nights, and she could eat anything that was edible.
In my memory, I ate them all, but the taste was very average.
It was just a whim at the moment, but I didn't expect that Yan Tianxing not only cooked it, but also guaranteed the taste in such a simple environment.
Looking at the remaining bamboo shoot in his hand, Mo Shangyun paused for a moment, then handed it to Mu Qixuan naturally.
Mu Qixuan stared at her for a while, and finally smiled, pretending that he didn't know what to do.
*
In the evening, Mo Shangyun and Mu Qixuan finished all the food and chatted for a while. At about ten o'clock, they cleaned up the bonfire and traces and entered their respective tents.
They were on the edge of the fighting area, and although no one noticed them, they listened to gunshots all night long.
"Bang bang bang", the sound of the Type 95 automatic rifle kept ringing intermittently and did not stop until dawn.
As soon as the day broke, Mo Shangjun and Mu Qixuan left the tent tacitly. They didn't have a good rest and were not in good spirits. When they saw each other when they came out, they couldn't help but smile at each other.
The two of them went to the stream to wash up briefly, and then came back to pack up the tent.
Carrying the bag, return the same way.
"What time do you leave?"
After walking through a section of waterway, Mo Shangjun suddenly asked Mu Qixuan.
"Afternoon, train at two o'clock."
"Train?" Mo Shangjun looked back at Mu Qixuan.
It takes a long time to get to them from here by train.
Mu Qixuan explained helplessly, "There is no way, the team is poor."
It turned out to be public funds...
So, Mo Shangjun withdrew his gaze and expressed his understanding.
This time, Mo Shangjun was familiar with the terrain and took a shortcut back. It only took him about four hours to successfully get out of the mountain.
The two of them were lucky enough to encounter a tractor. The driver was very enthusiastic and gave them a ride and took them to the city.
As soon as they got out of the car, the two received strange looks from nearby pedestrians, so they looked at each other.
Although they briefly tidied up before setting off, they trekked through mountains and rivers again and stayed on the tractor for a while. Although one was wearing marine camouflage and the other was wearing a jacket and military trousers, which were not easy to get dirty, the two of them were somewhat embarrassed.
.
The exposed skin was scratched, and there was some black ash on the face. Against the background of the careful dressing of the people coming and going, two people with excellent foundation appeared like this, which was indeed a bit conspicuous.
"Let's find a hotel and take a shower." Mo Shangjun suggested, touching his nose.
Mu Qi
Mo Shangjun glanced at him leisurely, noticed the gloating look on his face, and couldn't help but twitch the corner of his mouth.
"I don't have any clothes to change, so that's it."
Mo Shangyun shrugged and dismissed the impromptu idea.
Mu Qixuan looked at the time on his watch, patted her shoulder, and said with a smile: "It's still early, you can go back to the guest house in the military area."
"Reconnaissance camp?" Mo Shangjun frowned slightly.
"Yes." Mu Qixuan nodded, "Let's go back together."
"No return."
Mo Shangjun raised his eyebrows, turned around and left.
"Hey -" Mu Qixuan hooked her shoulders and brought her back. Looking at her calm face, he asked with a smile, "Go back half a day early. Do you think it's a loss?"
"What do you think?" Mo Shangyun asked calmly.
After a pause, Mu Qixuan said helplessly, "Let's go back together. We're afraid that people will gossip, or..."
There was a sudden pause in the words, and Mu Qixuan's relaxed tone suddenly softened, and there was a bit more magnetism in his voice, "Are you afraid that people will think you are suing?"
"Maybe, I'm afraid I'll go back early and cause trouble." Mo Shangyun took the words calmly.
Since she was given three days off, she stayed out for three days, which was what they wanted.
"It's okay if you go back later." Mu Qixuan nodded slightly, but with a somewhat cautious expression, "However, before you leave, senior, I would like to give you two suggestions."
"explain."
"First, your health is the most important, take good care of yourself." Mu Qixuan said word by word.
Because those rumors were related to Mo Shangyun's unauthorized actions, Mu Qixuan inquired carefully and found out that Mo Shangyun single-handedly fought two mercenaries and had many wounds on his body.
There are also shallow scars left on the finger joints of his right hand.
"I know." Mo Shangjun nodded perfunctorily.
"I know it's useless, just keep it in mind."
He tapped her head through the wide-brimmed hat. The movement was very gentle and the emphasis was on emphasis.
Mo Shangjun glanced at him sideways, endured it, and responded, "Okay."
After all, she is a senior, and he helped her deal with the tutor, so let's just treat it as an ideological education class.
Knowing that she didn't take it seriously, which showed that her attitude was pretty good, Mu Qixuan shook his head helplessly and avoided the topic.
"The second one," Mu Qixuan lowered his eyebrows and said softly, "I know you can accept it, but acceptance is acceptance. You can still be unwilling and slap someone in the face. But don't be disappointed, it's quite good.
,real."
Pedestrians were walking around, occasionally looking this way, but the noise was so low that only Mo Shangyun could hear it clearly.
Every word is clear and full of meaning.
Mo Shangyun heard clearly and understood the meaning of his words.
When he says "accept", he refers to punishment.
The "it" he said refers to the troops.
Everyone in Erlian felt that this punishment was unfair.
Anyone familiar with the matter knows that there are other reasons behind such punishment, so they can understand it.
As far as Mo Shangyun's situation is concerned, she can refuse to accept it.
She could even take action to resist and make the matter a big deal, making it impossible for the decision-maker to step down.
However, she accepted it.
However, just because she can accept it doesn't mean that she is a saint and has no idea at all.
Mu Qixuan didn't ask her not to have any ideas, he just asked her not to be disappointed in the entire group because of this.
Mo Shangjun raised his eyelids slightly and looked at Mu Qixuan, who had a serious face. The sun was reflected in his eyes, and there was light dancing around, which was quite dazzling.
This senior, unlike his mentor, likes to talk about a set of general principles without using official jargon. He has rich experience in leading troops, so he can understand.
So, a bottom line was drawn for her.
This bottom line has been crossed, she is really disappointed in this group, and there is no need to continue to stay.
After a while, Mo Shangjun asked him playfully, "Have you ever been disappointed?"
Looking at her smiling brows, he was somehow infected, and Mu Qixuan also smiled, "Your senior is relatively lucky. He hesitated, but not to the point of being disappointed."
"Don't worry," Mo Shangyun smiled and pushed the hand on her shoulder away. The smile in his eyes became even bigger. "A company or a battalion won't make me deny it."
"That's right," Mu Qixuan nodded and extended an invitation, "Come and explore the land and sea when you have time."
Mo Shangyun tilted his head, "I'm pretty good at water too."
After being stunned for a moment, Mu Qixuan couldn't help but smile, "You are always welcome if you want."
"I won't give it away." Mo Shangyun narrowed his eyes slightly.
They stopped next to the bus stop, and a bus that could go directly to the reconnaissance camp came this way.
It's time to separate.
"See you next time."
Mu Qixuan glanced at the bus, then waved to Mo Shangyun.
Mo Shangjun stood there and watched him get into the car.
She waited until the bus drove away before she slowly looked away, put her hands in her trouser pockets, turned around, and left along the street.
*
Mo Shangjun was wandering on the street.
At two o'clock in the afternoon, she received a text message from Mu Qixuan.
——[Little slippery, the senior is gone.]
Mo Shangjun replied.
--【Bon Voyage.】
Then, he put away his cell phone, found a restaurant for a meal, and took a taxi back to the reconnaissance camp.
When we returned to the camp, it was already dark.
The taxi stopped at the door. Mo Shangjun paid and got out. He didn't bring his military ID card. After checking his identity with the guard at the door, he walked in slowly with his bag on his back.
Her dress was very conspicuous among the uniforms she was wearing. From time to time, people looked over here, but it was too dark and she lowered her wide-brimmed hat so that even those who were not familiar with her did not recognize who it was.
.
It wasn't until he arrived at the Second Company Base that he was recognized by people one after another.
"Deputy Company Mo, you are back!"
"Deputy Company Mo, what are you dressing up like? Are you going hiking?"
"Deputy Company Mo, you are finally back. We miss you so much."
"Deputy Company Mo..."
From the playground to the dormitory and office building, there were more than ten people following him, all of them talking to Mo Shangjun very enthusiastically.
"Come."
Mo Shangyun stopped and waved to them.
A group of people immediately came over and formed a circle around her.
"You are so energetic, how about..." After a pause, everyone suddenly became nervous. Mo Shangjun smiled at the corners of his lips and asked slowly, "Would you like your company commander to practice extra tonight?"
Your company commander.
These four words made the originally excited group of people lose most of their interest.
Mo Shangyun couldn't supervise their training. They found out on the first day of Mo Shangyun's vacation.
It is said that the time is until the end of this month.
However, someone revealed that Mo Shangyun will not be in the company for the next four months. In other words, he will not train them during these four months.
"Deputy Mo Company, we can do extra training. Can you come?"
"That's right. We are used to being abused by you. If you don't come, we will feel uncomfortable."
"Don't say anything, just watch from the sidelines."
"Well, the deputy company commander is watching us train, isn't that enough?"
They were all burly and strong men, carrying them to death on the training ground, without even shouting in front of her in pain. But at this moment, one after another, they were full of frustration and disappointment, and all kinds of bad ideas were filled with reluctance.
mean.
Mo Shangyun was surrounded by the crowd and listened to their "cheating". As he listened, he couldn't help but laugh.
"Okay," Mo Shangjun interrupted them, "You don't like Captain Lang training you, right? Yes, I will give your feedback to Captain Lang."
Everyone: "..."
For a time, all the regret and reluctance were wiped away by Mo Shangjun.
The crowd suddenly fell into silence.
They were quite reluctant to let go of Mo Shangjun, and they felt it was unfair for her, but her attitude...
wrong.
As soon as she spoke, they lost all emotion.
"Let's go, let's go."
Xiang Yongming appeared out of nowhere, waved his hands, and persuaded him rather disappointedly.
"Did we just say something?"
"No, no."
"Oh, I don't know when Deputy Company Mo will come back."
"Isn't she just-" was interrupted.
"Yes, yes, I miss her."
"I have nothing to do at night. Let's go to the training ground first."
"Okay, let's do it together."
The group of people, with a tacit understanding, pretended that Mo Shangjun did not exist and that nothing had been said just now, and walked together to the training ground.
Become smarter.
Mo Shangjun glanced at them, carried his bag, and walked into the dormitory and office building unhurriedly.
I went directly back to the dormitory, took my training clothes and took a shower, then packed my backpack, sorted out my housework, walked to the cooking class and had fried rice, and then returned to the office.
"came back?"
Lang Yan, who was in the office processing documents for tomorrow's meeting, greeted her with a smile on his face.
"Um."
"How was the game?"
"Very good." Mo Shangyun answered perfunctorily.
Lang Yan looked at her with a smile and said, "We have a meeting tomorrow, and the focus is on the April training camp."
"Um?"
"Of course, you don't have to participate." Lang Yan held a pen in his hand, tapped the end of it on the table, pondered for a moment, and said, "If possible, I will wait for you to submit the list before reporting to the top."
Mo Shangyun nodded, "Yeah."
Can understand Lang Yan's intention.
The list of names for April training is determined by the person in charge of the training, and Yan Tianxing is one of the persons in charge and has the right to let the instructor be responsible for the selection, but the final quota is still decided by him.
As one of the instructors, Mo Shangyun did not need to participate in their discussion of the April training camp to avoid being suspected of being biased.
Similarly, if she shows the list to others in advance, if the leader is not satisfied, it is very likely to cause trouble for her.
It's better to kill first and then play.
Giving the list directly to Yan Tianxing does not count as overstepping. Only showing the list to other leaders in advance is suspected of overstepping.
Lang Yan reminded her like this out of good intentions.
Sitting down at his desk and turning on his computer, Mo Shangyun pulled up the electronic rosters of the three companies and copied the lists of personnel with outstanding achievements and memorable memories into a new document.
One company, two companies, and three companies, each company selected more than ten people, and then deleted them.
After some consideration, there were 14 people left in the first company, exactly 10 people in the second company, and 1 person left in the third company.
In the next few days, four people will be eliminated from the first company, and three people will be eliminated from the third company.
After scanning the list a few times, Mo Shangyun closed all the documents and stood up.
"Where to go?" Lang Yan asked her casually.
"walk."
Mo Shangjun shrugged.
*
Mo Shangjun was going for a walk.
Or go for a walk throughout the camp.
Moreover, this "walk" lasted for five whole days.
She stayed in the first company for two days and in the third company for three days. She moved a stool to sit near the training ground, crossed her legs, and held a folder in her hand. When others approached her, she would close the folder and leave.
She just continued.
This strange behavior made both companies suspect that she could not interfere in the training of the second company. She was here specifically to be an undercover agent while the assessment time was coming.
The two companies guarded Mo Shangjun like a thief, but every time the people in the second company didn't see Mo Shangjun at the training ground, they would feel a faint sense of sadness in their hearts.
On the evening of the fifth day, Mo Shangjun determined the final list of the first and third companies based on several days of observation.
Then, he sent it to Yan Tianxing via WeChat.
And, the reply she received was——
[A car will pick you up at seven o'clock tomorrow night.]
After scanning this line of reply, Mo Shangyun subconsciously glanced at the calendar on the table.
July 7th.
Tomorrow, the quarterly assessment of the reconnaissance battalion.
Leaving at night?
This book was first published by ***, please do not reprint it! (To be continued)