When all the bullets in the magazine were fired, Yan Gui finally drove out of the encirclement in his car.
Ren Yu could take a breath, while Yu Yitong on the other side was firing cold shots dutifully, mercilessly hitting the heads of the red team soldiers who were about to attack.
Yan Gui walked away quickly while sighing at the cruelty. What they did was really cruel. He could hear a group of people in the channel hurting him.
——What the hell, if he hadn't returned, they wouldn't have stopped this last rescue operation.
When Mo Shangjun changed the magazine and was about to help others cover their escape, the topic in the channel suddenly turned to Mo Shangjun.
"Squad Leader Mo, do you have to thank us properly this time?"
"Isn't it worth it to express my gratitude with a late-night snack?"
"Squad Leader Mo, how does it feel to be rescued? Are you very touched?"
…
The energy was suddenly aroused. The students who were originally focused on escaping from the encirclement suddenly began to distract themselves from teasing Mo Shangjun amid the hail of bullets.
Mo Shangjun continued to shoot one in the head after another. Although they were joking and talking, he acted like a deaf man and didn't pay any attention to them.
However, Ding Jing also added to his jealousy at this time, "Boss, this person, if you don't show any sign of repaying the favor, I think you will feel very sorry."
With a raised brow, Mo Shangyun sneered: "I can aim at your head at any time."
Ding Jing: "..." Damn, it's inhumane!
"Don't worry, my gun will be pointed at Mo Shangyun at any time." Su Bei said with a smile, undoubtedly standing on Ding Jing's side.
Mo Shangjun squinted his eyes.
Then, Duan Zimu's voice was heard: "My gun is already aimed at you."
Su Bei: "...fuck, can you stop being such a loser?"
Duanzi Mu Yi Zheng said, "No."
The channel suddenly burst into laughter.
"I told you to bully someone else's squad leader."
"Haha, you can't go against anyone but Squad Leader Mo."
"Master Ding, Master Su, you should admit defeat. You will never take advantage of Master Mo in this life."
…
Mo Shangjun rested his hand lazily on the railing, listening to their chat on the channel, occasionally firing a shot, and not participating in their conversation.
Finally, when they were making jokes, this group of people successfully escaped from the encirclement and were out of the red team's shooting range.
The night breeze was slightly cool, and Mo Shangjun put away his rifle and closed his eyes comfortably.
Tsk.
The exercise is completely over.
I don’t know how angry Chen Yu will be.
But to her, it doesn't matter.
After the matter was done, the bad breath of 907 was also settled, and all the past problems disappeared because of this exercise.
Even if Chen Yu had any opinions about her, she didn't care at all.
*
The exercise ended in half an hour.
Chen Yu sat on the chair and made no move.
In the last battle, Mo Shangyun escaped right under his nose without even capturing a single prisoner.
This defeat left Chen Yu exhausted physically and mentally.
It was only a few days, but it seemed like a century had passed.
He couldn't even remember how ambitious he was when he first started the exercise, and how he wanted to have a real battle with GS9.
After a few days, failure became natural and even made him numb.
It's too ugly.
It's hard to see that he didn't even think about how to go back and explain.
A communications soldier came over to report the news, but was blocked by Ji Ruonan at the door.
When Ji Ruonan walked out of the door, he glanced at Chen Yu with a hint of pity.
Being abused to this point - no matter how strong a person is, he can't hold it back for a while.
But when she saw Mo Shangyun's group retreating noisily, she suddenly understood what Mo Shangyun meant.
The strength of a unit should not be the actual results on the training field, nor should it be limited to tactical cooperation and rich experience.
And the mentality.
Not only is he brave, calm and not afraid of death.
The students of 907 have almost mastered the skills that they have determined to be a qualified special forces soldier.
However, compared with GS9, they are still far behind.
The students of GS9 are like wild horses running wild. They can act freely and are not controlled by the rules, but they are still within the rules. They can think for themselves and do not need to act according to the instructor's instructions. They can observe the combat situation.
, can act alone, gather or disperse to produce appropriate benefits.
They are not rigid at all.
On the contrary, the students of 907 seemed to be carved from the same mold.
No matter how sharp and cunning the soldier is, in the past few months, he has grown up to look like Chen Yu. In other words, he has invisibly moved closer to Chen Yu, and maybe after a while, he will be another Chen Yu.
No more.
Today's young soldiers and the current development situation need to inject new methods. Although the old training methods work, they also need to add some new elements.
So she thought that the reason why Mo Shangyun caused them to lose so miserably was just to make Chen Yu realize that his training methods were in the past and let him start trying new training methods.
At the same time, she also believed that the reason why Mo Shangjun did not threaten Chen Yu was to save Chen Yu's last bit of face.
Quite thoughtful.
I hope Chen Yu can figure it out.
*
Three hours after the exercise ended, all GS9 students received a message to go to the designated location.
Then, everyone was picked up in the car, and after everyone was reunited, they boarded the helicopter.
From late night to dawn, they were in the car and on the helicopter.
When the helicopter arrived at a military base in Lancheng, it completely announced the end of their exercise.
Everyone got off the helicopter, just as the first ray of sunshine in the morning fell, dyeing the earth with a layer of golden color. The breeze blew slowly. They squinted their eyes in enjoyment, and the fatigue from several consecutive days of intense exercises was swept away.
"Beep beep beep——"
Less than a minute after the leisurely moment, the familiar whistle sounded. (To be continued)