"They think your logical thinking is too strong and they don't dare to believe the facts, so they want to ask you if you have communicated with Ji Ruonan in advance?"
According to Shen Qianqian and Jiang Tingzhi's intention, Liang Zhiqiong simply repeated it.
After she finished speaking, she received unhappy looks from Shen Qianqian and Jiang Tingzhi.
No wonder Liang Zhiqiong stood closer just now. It turned out that he was listening to their conversation on purpose!
Traitor!
Shameless traitor!
Mo Shangjun glanced at Liang Zhiqiong leisurely.
The discussion between Shen Qianqian and Jiang Tingzhi was just a question about Mo Shangyun, and Liang Zhiqiong stood up and repeated it to give Mo Shangyun a chance to clarify.
After all, this is what Shen Qianqian and Jiang Tingzhi think, and there should be many others who think the same way.
Mo Shangyun accepted this kindness.
"If you think that an instructor who is competitive with me will use his own 100 points to set off my image..." At this point, Mo Shangyun paused deliberately, and then continued, "Then I will too No explanation is necessary."
It is said that "there is no need to explain", but after listening to the previous words, no one will have similar doubts.
Also, Ji Ruonan is openly competing with Mo Shangyun. Everyone knows that there is competition between them, and Ji Ruonan is known to be good to all students. How could he give up their position in Group A just to help Mo Shangyun restore his image? One hundred points?
Obviously impossible.
Jiang Tingzhi and Shen Qianqian looked at each other, feeling a little hot in their faces.
If you think about it carefully, it is really a guess with zero possibility.
In other words, all the analysis and arrangements were definitely thought up by Mo Shangyun himself.
Thinking about this, both of them felt a little scared.
What kind of pervert is Mo Shangjun?
"Two minutes left."
After glancing at his watch, Mo Shangyun reminded him, waved his hand, and walked out of the encirclement.
It only took two minutes for them to go through the plan, which was obviously impossible.
We can only pray that this group of elites will have a photographic memory of how they fight.
The 16 people who were left behind looked at each other, and finally took advantage of the last moment to look at the map like crazy.
*
At seven o'clock sharp.
Everyone has left, except Mo Shangyun who is still there.
The sky turned completely dark.
Since he was in the edge area, Mo Shangyun walked a few steps outside the area and lit a bonfire.
Putting on his headset, Mo Shangjun sat by the campfire, threw a few sweet potatoes into the coals and let them roast.
After all, I haven't had dinner and have nothing to do here, so why not roast some sweet potatoes to fill my stomach first - I got the sweet potatoes from the cooking class.
The students in the four groups were all top achievers and moved forward completely according to Mo Shangjun's plan. The early stages were smooth and smooth without any mistakes.
In the first few minutes, Mo Shangjun paid more attention to what was going on in the channel, but over time, he basically shifted his thoughts to roasted sweet potatoes.
Very leisurely.
Occasionally, I would connect to Yan Tianxing's channel in the dormitory building and chat for a few words, but they were all about insignificant matters.
On the contrary——
As the commander-in-chief of Group A, Ji Ruonan was extremely busy.
As soon as the confrontation began, news continued to be received that multiple ambush groups and patrol groups were attacked, falling into a chaotic battle.
Group B seemed to adopt the policy of "kill one thousand enemies and lose eight hundred", rushing forward desperately, stepping on minefields and running into obstacles everywhere. Although they were seeking their own death, Group A was caught off guard.
In the completely unexpected chaos, Ji Ruonan had to distract his mind and pay attention to every point of attack. He was so busy that he didn't even have time to drink water.
Dormitory and office building, first floor.
Yan Tianxing stood outside the communication equipment room, listening to the assistant coach lurking nearby reporting on the battle situation.
Mo Shangjun is roasting sweet potatoes.
Ji Ruonan is busy dealing with each group's attacks.
Group B is divided into two groups, one group moves freely and fights at will; the other group is under the charge of Mo Shangjun, who quietly hides from the eyes and ears of Group A in the chaos and is advancing towards Group A's base area.
Group A had made sufficient preparations before the war, but now it was disturbed by the opponent's random attacks. Everything did not go according to plan. On the contrary, it was in a weak position.
Obviously, Group A is planning to treat Group B as evenly matched opponents. Now people are messing around with fools, just like martial arts masters fighting with shrews with no skills. They don't follow the routine at all, and they have no countermeasures.
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However, this situation should be reversed soon.
After all, the number of people on both sides is almost the same. In the initial battle, the sacrifice rate of Group B was much higher than that of Group A. The number of people they rushed forward will decrease, and Group A will gradually enter this state of melee.
After listening to the report, Yan Tianxing asked Mo Shangjun a few questions.
However, the information I got was that apart from roasting sweet potatoes, I was just collecting firewood and lighting a bonfire, and I didn't even use the intercom a few times.
Finally, a teaching assistant commented: Instructor Mo looked like he was on vacation.
Yan Tianxing ended the call with the assistant coach and then contacted Mo Shangyun who was still roasting sweet potatoes.
“Are sweet potatoes delicious?”
He slightly curled his lips, and even Yan Tianxing didn't realize that his deep and deep voice was full of doting.
When Leng Buding heard Yan Tianxing's voice, Mo Shangyun was silent for a moment, and then he replied leisurely, "I'm not yet familiar with it, so I have no comment."
"Are you going to let it go?" Yan Tianxing asked with a smile.
"It's none of my business."
Mo Shangjun answered idly and added a few firewood to the campfire.
Hearing Mo Shangyun's tone, he was probably very sure. Yan Tianxing said: "I wish you good luck."
"I'd like to lend you some good words."
Mo Shangjun, who was busy going to Quhuotan, checked the communication in time.
This was the first time someone dared to interrupt his communication. Yan Tianxing paused on the spot, thinking that for the sake of her lack of rest, he would not care about her anymore.
*
After the initial heat of the battle, the battle gradually calmed down.
Mo Shangjun, who had just finished roasting sweet potatoes, suddenly remembered this and asked on the public channel.
As a result, 0 of the more than 30 people who were free to move around have been sacrificed.
"sharp."
Mo Shangyun sighed sincerely.
However, such words, spoken at this time, seem to be sarcastic.
But no one dared to refute.
It was such an embarrassing defeat. No matter what Mo Shangyun said to them, they had no room to talk back.
especially--
Among the people who died, not one of them was a student who stayed to let Mo Shangjun assign tasks.
Mo Shangjun ignored the victims of self-pity and held the baked sweet potato in his hand, eating it leisurely while asking a few questions to the students who were moving around freely.
Occasionally, I would see them worried and give them some advice based on the terrain conditions.
Someone tried to follow what she said, and ended up breaking through the opponent's defense without any fighting. They were simply shocked.
"Instructor Mo, we are here, next..."
"Instructor Mo, here I am..."
"Instructor Mo..."
After successfully guiding the two groups, the public channel suddenly became lively. Each scattered group explained their situation and planned to ask Mo Shangyun for help.
Mo Shangyun was eating sweet potatoes attentively when he heard the crackling sound reaching his ears and said directly: "You guys talk slowly, I have something to do here."
After saying that, he said nothing.
Still surviving free agents: "..."
What could happen to her?
Is this Hongguoguo’s revenge?!
The survivors were extremely angry, but it turned out that they had brought this situation on themselves. They could only curse themselves a few words, but they did not dare to curse Mo Shangyun.
What a sin. No one expected that Mo Shangyun, sitting there, could direct the country and take everything into his own hands.
"Hi, Instructor Mo."
Just after taking two bites of sweet potatoes, Mo Shangyun suddenly heard a sneaky sound.
He raised his eyes and looked towards the place where there was movement. Without night vision goggles, he couldn't see the situation in the distance, but Mo Shangyun knew in advance that there was an assistant teacher hiding in that direction.
Seeing Mo Shangjun looking over, the assistant teacher climbed out of the bushes, bent over and ran towards Mo Shangjun.
"hey-hey."
The assistant coach, whose face was painted with military rapeseed, showed a bright smile to Mo Shangjun as soon as he walked into the flickering light of the campfire. His white teeth were exposed on his dark face, and the two colors formed a sharp contrast.
Mo Shangjun saw his intention at a glance, pointed at the sweet potatoes lying on the ground, and said loudly: "Eat it."
"Thank you." The assistant teacher hurriedly came over and picked up the hot roasted sweet potatoes. After sitting down, he said to Mo Shangjun, "Instructor Mo, your roasted sweet potatoes are so fragrant that I can smell it from a distance.
, I’m really greedy.”
Mo Shangjun glanced at him, a little speechless.
Logically speaking, the teaching assistant needs to stick to her post and report her actions to Yan Tianxing.
The purpose is to let Yan Tianxing understand the general situation and supervise that Mo Shangyun does not cheat.
However, eating sweet potatoes together can still achieve these two goals, and Mo Shangyun, who ate sweet potatoes during the battle, is already considered AWOL... I have no right to criticize him.
As an instructor, Mo Shangjun selectively ignores details.
Not important, not important.
This book was first published by ***, please do not reprint it! (To be continued)