With a big wave of his hand, Mo Shangyun finished speaking and strutted to the front.
Ji Ruonan, Peng Yuqiu, and Mu Cheng looked at her inexplicably, thinking "Maybe Mo Shangyun was possessed by a ghost" and honestly followed Mo Shangyun's pace.
Except for dormitories 01, 0, 0, and 04, the doors are all open, and there is a man standing in each.
After Mo Shangyun and others left, the air was silent for ten seconds, and then they entered the dormitory in unison.
close the door.
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Training Course.
The morning exercises supervised by Mo Shangjun were as overloaded as ever, and the points were deducted the most as always.
However, the training effect of these two weeks is very significant, and more and more students rush to finish the training before seven o'clock.
Especially the students in Group B, they were all gritting their teeth and working hard, as if they were competing with the tie last night. This morning's morning training insisted on the students in Group A, even the students with the worst physical fitness. He held on and refused to rest, falling over and over again, but instead of stopping to rest like before, he continued to run despite the pain.
This fierceness made Mo Shangyun look a little stunned.
Due to the influence of midsummer, Mo Shangyun would not blindly believe that these elites had military spirit, and the initial performance of Group B also made her dissatisfied.
Each of them is too self-centered, too opinionated, difficult to manage, and always has many ideas. Because he was an elite in the original army, it is not easy to convince others. He is a more troublesome person than Li Liang, whom he met just after entering the second company. .
And most of them are emotional, and because of their prejudice against Mo Shangjun, they don't pay attention to training.
Mo Shangyun deliberately ignored them, just to let them taste the consequences of "making".
Although instructors and students are connected, no one will bear the consequences for them. If they don't pay attention to training, they will have their points deducted, they will be punished, and they will suffer losses.
Mo Shangyun wanted to teach them a lesson——
No one will be held responsible for their 'self-inflicted consequences'.
If what they encounter is not Mo Shangjun, Ji Ruonan, Mucheng and others, but some instructors who really have nothing to do with them, they also need to learn not to be affected and strengthen their beliefs to keep going.
However, over the past week, Mo Shangyun has really begun to realize that this is a group of selected elites. Although there are indeed rats in this group, most of them have their own persistence and a certain ideological consciousness.
When they realize their mistakes and really admire a person, they can suffer and be tired on the training field. Even when they are suffering, and when they are in pain and full of tears, they do not give up.
In the final analysis, although female soldiers have more thoughts and more delicate personalities, in such a big environment, they are still pure in nature.
Give her a reason to persist, and then she can grit her teeth and persevere to the end.
Mo Shangyun observed that nearly half of the students in Group B completed the task within the time limit. By 7:30, all the students in Group B had completed their morning exercises.
There were only a few people left on the training ground.
Holding the points list in his hand, Mo Shangjun lowered his head and made marks with a pen.
Although the fittest will survive, she still has the obligation to work hard until these students who lag behind others leave. At least until the day they leave, her strength will not stand still.
"Instructor Mo, someone is looking for you!"
When the last name was recorded, the familiar voice of an assistant teacher came from behind.
Hearing the sound, Mo Shangyun stood up straight and tilted his head slightly.
The morning sun is shining down in front of you.
The light is warm and soft, but it is particularly dazzling when it falls on the eyes.
Then, what caught the eye was a square formation. Dozens of people standing against the light were lined up neatly. The rising sun cast long shadows in front of them. The shadows of each row overlapped each other neatly.
Like a straight line.
Group B students, a total of 49 people, to 49 people.
The teaching assistant stood beside them, smiling and waving to Mo Shangyun.
Then, out of the corner of his eye, he saw hands drawing smooth lines in the air, saluting a neat military salute.
Mo Shangjun looked intently, and saw 49 people with scorching eyes, bright eyes, and firm expressions. Among the many crowds, their appearance could not be seen clearly against the backlight, but their identities could be distinguished one by one based on their outlines.
After a pause, Mo Shangyun walked over calmly.
After a while, I came to the front of the queue and stood still.
"Who's looking for me?"
Mo Shangjun raised his brows slightly, with an innate wantonness. The sunlight dyed his brows with a layer of golden light, and his expression was soaring and dazzling.
"I!"
The students present shouted in unison, their voices loud and clear, deafening, and soaring to the sky.
His eyes flashed slightly, and Mo Shangjun asked calmly, "What's the matter?"
As soon as he finished speaking, every saluting hand automatically clenched into a fist.
Followed by a decisive, sonorous and powerful voice——
"I am a member of Group B. I hereby issue a military order. Starting from the third week, we will move forward bravely, no longer retreat, no longer resist, and will never lose to Group A!"
One word, one word.
Gritting his teeth, he roared out from his throat, in the early morning sunshine, with high passion and soul-stirring emotions. Every word was smacked out, mixed with the toughness that belongs to a soldier.
People walking around subconsciously stopped and looked this way curiously.
At that moment, each of the neatly arranged female soldiers had a serious look on their face, and their eyes were focused on the front. The female officer stood in front of them, her expression indifferent, her publicity gradually faded away, and there was an unknown emotion between her eyebrows.
A group of people, one person, and lofty ideals.
The rising sun, the shadows, and the training ground fall into the eyes of others, as if they are engraved and deeply imprinted in the depths of their minds.
This book was first published by ***, please do not reprint it! (To be continued)