320, you can rest assured that we will also be recorded
"Have you noticed that we can see Instructor Mo at any time? Moreover, there is a very strange thing. As long as I see her, I feel at ease and safe."
Tang poetry was almost whispered into Liang Zhiqiong's ears.
She glanced at Liang Zhiqiong and looked in the direction of Mo Shangjun, her eyes bursting with admiration.
Liang Zhiqiong bumped her arm and kept two fists apart from her.
"Is it?"
Liang Zhiqiong muttered, not wanting to admit it.
"Don't you think so?" Tang Shi blinked and looked at Mo Shangyun curiously.
Liang Zhiqiong was silent.
Although, sometimes...it's exactly what Tang Shi said.
But, it's only occasionally.
Liang Zhiqiong emphasized in her heart.
She didn't think that Mo Shangjun's poisonous tongue could give people a sense of security...
Thoughts flashed through his mind. Liang Zhiqiong thought about it and asked Tang Shi: "Do you think it's meaningful for us to do this? Is it worth it?"
Tang Shi blinked and stared at Liang Zhiqiong for a few times.
Liang Zhiqiong was stared at with horror, "What are you doing?"
"It's nothing," Tang Shi smiled at her, then tilted her head, her watery eyes were bright, as if she was thinking seriously. After a while, she nodded to Liang Zhiqiong and said seriously, "I think so.
It’s quite meaningful for us to do this. Aren’t we people’s soldiers? It’s only natural that we do something to help the common people. If their crops can be saved, I will be very happy and have a sense of accomplishment.”
Liang Zhiqiong thought for a moment, "Then we do things in obscurity and no one knows...it's not fair."
"That's true." Tang Shi nodded, and then continued, "However, I think it's good. We don't want to do anything, right? If the people want to thank us, we have to shirk it. Isn't this a waste of time? So do you.
Don’t look forward to that.”
Liang Zhiqiong curled his lips, "Other troops did the same thing, but it will be recorded."
"Um..." Tang Shi rolled her eyes, and finally smiled suddenly, with crooked eyes, she looked behind Liang Zhiqiong with a smile, "Don't worry, we will also be remembered."
Liang Zhiqiong turned around and at first sight saw Mo Shangyun standing not far away.
He has an upright figure, a straight waist, and a slender but unmoving figure.
Hmm...after a long time, will people like Mo Shangjun, who will lead countless soldiers, remember them? Will he remember that one day, he led more than thirty of them to become unknown heroes?
As if sensing the line of sight here, Mo Shangyun turned his head and glanced this way.
Liang Zhiqiong and Tang Shi immediately looked away and started busy with their work.
When Liang Zhiqiong lowered her head, she saw Tang Shi smiling at her, and she felt a little dazed for a moment.
Tang Shi has always believed in Mo Shangyun without any reason.
Even if he sometimes sides with them, Tang Shi's ultimate goal is still for Mo Shangyun's good.
Liang Zhiqiong once felt that Tang Shi was a fan of Mo Shangyun, but she was not really brainless. On the contrary, she was simple and smart, handled interpersonal relationships well, gained strength by following Mo Shangyun as an example, and had clear goals.
But he took care of his comrades around him.
Tang Shi is the kind of person who lives a good life.
Unlike her, who lives a miserable life.
Therefore, Tang Shihui will easily accept this special training, instead of thinking about why he is unwilling, unfair, meaningless, and whether it is worth it.
Because as long as you believe in Mo Shangyun, no matter what you do, it will be meaningful and worthwhile.
*
"Special training" continues.
As soon as 1 o'clock passed, Mo Shangjun organized the students to take turns to rest.
Even though they came from the training camp, their physical fitness is relatively weak, and they have not even reached the physical level of ordinary special forces. In addition, if they delay tomorrow's training for this special training, it can only be said that the gain outweighs the loss.
Mo Shangjun only gave them leave until tomorrow morning. They would evacuate at 6 o'clock and return to the base at 8 o'clock. They would only have five hours of rest until the training started in the afternoon.
Therefore, they must have some rest tonight.
The students were so tired that no one noticed that Mo Shangyun didn't sleep a wink during the whole process.
Early morning, five o'clock.
The consolidation of the embankment is progressing smoothly, with only about ten meters remaining.
Mo Shangjun once again sat on the stone where he had been chatting with Liang Zhiqiong, watching them from a distance as they worked on the last ten meters.
In front of her, there was a flood that had grown stronger overnight. The sky was pitch black, and only a few lights could be used to illuminate it. Mo Shangjun saw that the marks made with tree branches when she arrived had been washed away by the flood, and the flood was getting closer.
They temporarily strengthened the embankment last night.
The rain will continue to fall for a few more days, but the reinforced embankment can sustain it for a while.
After a while, Mo Shangyun thought about it in his mind, and after making sure that this special training should be completed successfully, he suddenly realized that his body was already very cold.
Her body temperature was very low, but she still couldn't feel the cold, as if her sensory perception had deteriorated.
Only then did Mo Shangyun remember that he seemed to have been rained all night. In order to supervise the students' work at night to prevent accidents from happening, he basically just walked around and did not move like the students. His body temperature was constantly being monitored.
Deprived of it, you will get used to it without even realizing it.
She raised her hand and rubbed her temples with a headache.
She had distributed all the warm babies and hot water brought by the friendly troops who sent equipment to the female students who were on their menstruation period, but now there is nothing left.
After thinking about it, there was no temporary way to remediate the body anyway. Yan Tianxing, especially the eighth wife, flashed in Mo Shangyun's mind. After forcibly kicking him out of his mind, he continued to sit on the stone with peace of mind and continued to watch the breeze.
flood.
Her menstrual period is coming soon, and now she is in a bad mood and too lazy to move.
At some point, I heard a shout coming from the lower right -
"Mo Shangjun."
The stone was not too high, but not too short either. It was about one meter high. Mo Shangjun could sense that the man was standing on the right side of the stone.
A little lower than me, but with an aura that is not weaker than others.