The words "gather together" drew the attention of all the students present.
However, everyone was still thinking about the competition between Mo Shangyun and Yan Jinchao. They were absent-minded and not in the mood at all.
Mo Shangyun walked back and came to the other instructors.
She stretched out her hand towards Mucheng.
However, the person who handed the roster and the trumpet to her hand was Duan Zimu who was standing next to Mu Cheng.
Lifting his eyelids, Mo Shangjun glanced at Duan Zimu, and met Duan Zimu's smiling eyes. Mo Shangjun's lips twitched slightly, he took the things and turned towards the team.
"Zhamabu, half an hour."
Walking to the front of the team, General Mo Shangjun raised his trumpet and his voice was unmistakable.
Everyone present was stunned for a moment, and then immediately recovered from their previous thoughts.
What?
Zamabu?
"Report!"
A loud shout rang out from the crowd.
"Say." Mo Shangjun frowned slightly.
"What's the use of Zamabu?" the man shouted loudly.
Glancing at him, Mo Shangjun said almost perfunctorily: "Cultivate your moral character."
The man: "..."
Everyone: "..."
fall!
They are not here to be saints, just to cultivate themselves and cultivate their character!
"Let's talk about the rules first," Mo Shangyun looked at the tangled faces and continued, "If it is not standard, 1 point will be deducted; if you cannot persist, 1 point will be deducted."
After finishing speaking, without wanting to wait for them to ask questions one by one, Mo Shangyun said bluntly: "Let's begin."
The irrefutable order came down, and no matter how reluctant everyone was, they had to follow Mo Shangjun's order and start marching.
Zama step is a difficult process. In the beginning, all the training required was perseverance.
The most terrible thing is that Mo Shangyun's requirements are very strict. She must strictly follow her standards, and she will be punished for any deviation.
Within a few minutes, they remained motionless, and their foreheads, necks, backs and other places began to sweat. The afternoon sun hit them, and the effect was even better.
Soon, everyone's clothes were soaked with sweat.
Mo Shangjun held a wooden board and walked among them. If the board was slightly substandard, he would be served according to the template. If the board was seriously substandard, he would be served according to the template and points would be deducted.
Ji Ruonan had nothing to do and would occasionally point out their postures.
As for Duan Zimu, Peng Yuqiu, and Mucheng, they stood far away and watched idly how Mo Shangyun led the troops.
",1 point deducted."
Mo Shangyun, who was standing next to Sheng Xia, slapped Sheng Xia on the arm with the wooden board in his hand and said without mercy.
Shengxia gritted her teeth and glared at Mo Shangyun with great reluctance.
She has about twenty points left.
If Mo Shangjun continues to find fault with her during fighting training...
It was difficult for her to last even three days.
Her current goal has changed from persisting to staying here for a few more days. At least not to be the first person to leave, lest she be laughed out of her mouth when she returns.
However, Mo Shangjun, Duan Zimu, and other instructors even deducted points from her in the name of strictness. In just a few days, she had already deducted 100 points.
Shengxia frowned,
Mo Shangyun didn't pay much attention to her, turned around and left.
Shengxia stared at her back hatefully, then slowly looked away, raised her eyes, and looked at Duan Zimu who was in the open space in front of her.
Duan Zimu...
She was in the same unit as the deputy battalion commander of the next-door battalion. Because he was young, promising, handsome, and mysterious, he was also the object of admiration for most of the female soldiers in their company, and was often the center of their bedtime gossip.
Shengxia pursed her lips tightly and her face turned slightly pale.
Such a person is now favoring Mo Shangyun intentionally or unintentionally.
In the morning exercise and shooting training that Duan Zimu was responsible for yesterday, although there was nothing wrong with the points deduction items, in fact, he deducted points more harshly than other instructors.
Moreover, the focus is on her alone.
Thinking of this, Shengxia frowned, and an angry flame ignited in her heart, as if it could burn through her chest at any time, which was extremely difficult to control.
",1 point deducted."
I don't know how much time passed before I heard Mo Shangyun's voice again.
Shengxia suddenly regained a little consciousness from the overwhelming anger.
She tilted her head and stared angrily at Mo Shangyun beside her. At this moment, Mo Shangyun had just deducted her points with a pen. When he raised his eyes, Yun Danfeng looked at her lightly.
Wait for her to explode.
"My movements are not very wrong." Shengxia looked at her movements carefully and argued to Mo Shangyun through gritted teeth.
Mo Shangjun shrugged, "That's why I didn't hit you."
"Then why did you deduct points from me?" Shengxia said angrily.
"Not focused enough." Mo Shangyun said slowly.
"..."
Shengxia bit her lower lip, her lips turned pale.
He resisted the urge to fight with Mo Shangyun.
Mo Shangyun shook the board and walked away carrying the roster.
at the same time--
"Hey, letters, I see it says in the information," Mucheng, who saw Mo Shangyun's two points deductions in a row, touched his chin and muttered to Duan Zi, "This midsummer is your soldier, right?"
"
"I'm not called Alphabet."
Duan Zimu didn't even look at him.
"That's called Little A?" Mu Cheng said deliberately.
"..."
Duan Zimu didn't even think about talking to him.
"Then do you know her?" Peng Yu Qiuchao asked, hooking his hand on Mu Cheng's shoulder, "I guess she will have to go through a lot of trouble if we take her away."
"I know it well." After a pause, Duan Zimu added unhurriedly, "She can't stand it."
I have some memories of this midsummer because I had outstanding achievements among the female soldiers.
However, when I went to participate in the X-Force selection, there was a dark history, and what I said was not true.
If it gets too big, it won't be good for her future.
Even if the situation is broken and she wants to make things worse, there is no reason for her to do so.
"That's fine."
Peng Yuqiu nodded and patted Mucheng on the shoulder to reassure him.
Mu Cheng slowly looked away, thinking that Duan Zimu would have to get used to this nickname in the future.
When half an hour of horse riding time was over, Mo Shangjun looked at most of the points that had been deducted with satisfaction, then blew the whistle and let them rest for five minutes.
As soon as she finished speaking, most of the people fell to the ground.
Looking up, I glanced over and saw that there were only a few students with martial arts skills who were still standing intact, but they were all covered in sweat and had used up a lot of energy.
"Damn it, are we going to have to do the horse stance every time we train for fighting in the future? This is twice a week, I have to give it up."
Someone was lying on the ground and started complaining.
"Come on, only by enduring hardship can one become a master. Anyway, since I saw that Instructor Mo defeated Jiang Yan today, I have no objection to anything she asks us to do."
"That's right. Instructor Mo must have practiced this way. Damn it, if one day I can surpass her, no matter how much hardship I have to endure."
"Forget about surpassing her. Let's make Yan Jinchao our target first." The people on the side poured cold water on them coolly.
"..."
Collective silence.
Then, there was another long sigh.
When will instructor Mo have such a perverted force value?!
A group of people had endured hardships and sweated, and their hearts were full of longing for Mo Shangyun's military value. However, this secret longing did not last long before the assembly whistle sounded again.
Everyone gritted their teeth, endured the pain all over their bodies, and went to gather in a good manner.
What greeted them next was all kinds of horrific torture.
Through independent training in the first fighting training, Mo Shangyun miraculously made a simple classification of the fighting abilities of more than 300 people. The strongest in the first group still practiced independently, and the second group could master the basics of fighting.
Those with skills and those in the third batch who still have great room for improvement are all under the supervision of Mo Shangjun.
And check it personally.
The third batch, grappling and fighting, started learning from the beginning to the end; the second batch all learned from Mo Shangjun.
For the next nearly two hours, Mo Shangyun basically didn't rest, and the students who took breaks from time to time were tired and panting, but she didn't seem to feel tired alone, and she could move freely among them.
This powerful physical ability shocked people.
It didn't matter if he was a man, but Mo Shangyun was a woman, and she was so young, which shocked them deeply.
In the last half hour, group combat training was conducted.
The students are divided into three groups. First, everyone will perform personal PK, and then there will be a random PK of 1.
In order to save time, the three groups of people were divided into three areas and conducted PK almost at the same time.
Mo Shangjun, who had a rough idea of their strength, watched back and forth between the three areas after the PK started. The assistant coach was responsible for supervision.
After wandering around the second and third batches of students, Mo Shangjun came to the first batch of vanguard areas.
"The results of the PK between Mo Shangjun, Lin Qi and Shengxia are out."
As soon as he arrived, Ji Ruonan walked straight towards Mo Shangyun.
This book was first published by ***, please do not reprint it! (To be continued)