373, the three instructors will be undercover, right?
"And, we need food."
At the end of the sentence, Duan Zimu increased his tone.
After talking to this point, others gradually realized that they did not distribute food, which was also the most important part of survival in the wild this time.
Can't escape.
For food, they can only fight against ambushes carrying food, and with disparity in equipment, they can only be used as targets.
They could foresee how many people would be hit by paintballs for more than five times during countless fights for food, and then quit this wild survival training.
This is a pit!
"What if we find food on our own?" someone else asked.
"No way," Mo Shangjun glanced at the person who asked the question, "First, we can't find so much food; second, even if we don't want to grab the food, they won't let us go."
"Then we can only go head-to-head?"
"Probably." Mo Shangjun said leisurely.
"..."
Everyone was silent.
"I said you three instructors, are you not undercover?"
Another person stuck his head out and stared at the three people beside the bonfire with vigilance.
Peng Yuqiu was so happy that he threw a piece of firewood into the bonfire, "If I were really an undercover agent, I would have killed you first."
The man: "..."
This does not exclude the possibility of acting to win their trust.
However, he did not dare to say this.
These three instructors are all very popular among the students.
"Go back and rest first. Patrollers should be more vigilant."
Mo Shangjun clapped his hands, then stood up and walked out of the crowd.
Liang Zhiqiong, who had been standing silently in the crowd, saw her leaving and was the first to follow her.
Mo Shangjun glanced at her, didn't say anything else, and let her follow.
Duan Zimu and Peng Yuqiu assigned patrol tasks again, organizing two teams for training each time, and each patrol lasted one hour to strengthen vigilance.
After that, the students were allowed to disperse.
There will definitely be no peace tonight, they know it in their hearts, but when the enemy does not come, they can only seize all the time to rest, lest they go without a rest all night and not even get food.
*
Liang Zhiqiong followed Mo Shangyun back to the previous shelter.
"Hey, do you really have no idea?" Liang Zhiqiong walked up to Mo Shangjun in two or two steps, put his hands on the wooden bed, and turned his head to look at Mo Shangjun.
Mo Shangjun put the paintball gun on the wooden bed and glanced at her lightly, "What's your idea?"
"To deal with those shameless sneak attacks and those who steal food..." Liang Zhiqiong counted them carefully with his fingers.
"have."
And there are many.
"Then you..." Liang Zhiqiong stared at her strangely.
Mo Shangjun looked at her and asked leisurely: "You are a student and I am a student?"
"..." Liang Zhiqiong paused and curled his lips, "It's not like you haven't led us in battle before. Besides, you are with us now, right?"
"Before, I was the instructor of your Group B. I didn't want to lose, so I was helping myself. Now I am your accompanying instructor, and I am only responsible for teaching you how to survive in the wild. Besides..." At this point, Mo Shangyun paused slightly.
Then he raised his eyebrows and said, "Besides, it would be unfair to the other two groups to eliminate your group's ideas."
The corner of Liang Zhiqiong's mouth twitched fiercely and he stared at her in disbelief, "When you put a high hat on yourself, does your conscience really not hurt?"
"No." Mo Shangjun raised his eyelids and jumped directly onto the wooden bed, then fell on it and simply uttered two words, "Sleep."
Liang Zhiqiong: "..."
Damn it, I really need the most concentration in my life to control my desire to slap her.
*
As they expected, they did not get a good sleep this night.
From 1pm to 6am, in three hours, 7 groups of people came.
There is no fixed time frame. Sometimes, after they have just finished dealing with one group of people, the next group of people will arrive before they can even take a breath; sometimes, they will almost fall asleep while waiting, and the next group of people will arrive; sometimes, they will almost fall asleep.
They were still fighting with one group of people, and the next group of people came to rescue...
At the end of the night, many students were hit by paintballs, and the highest hit was three.
Correspondingly, the food they grabbed was very little.
They were sure that every attacker had food on them. However, except for the three instructors who could catch the attackers and seize the food, it was difficult for the other students to catch the attackers who looked like loaches. They acted as if they were ambushing them.
Yes, he fired two shots, hit a few people and then ran away. When he ran far away, he fired a few more shots when he caught up with him, and then ran again. He was so angry that he was furious.
At dawn, Peng Yuqiu counted their grain.
A total of 7 packs of compressed biscuits, 7 pieces of chocolate, and 6 boxes of self-heating rice.
Among them, nearly half of the food was obtained by Peng Yuqiu, Mo Shangjun, and Duan Zimu.
Mo Shangjun stood on the open ground and looked up. He saw a large area of students who had fallen to the ground. They were lying on the ground panting as if all their strength had been drained. It was difficult to even open their eyes.
She looked away with a headache.
The three of them looked at each other.
The same problem surrounds them——
Can you help?
"I would say," Peng Yuqiu said, "this is training them, not us. They have to do it themselves."
Duan Zimu gave him a meaningful look, "Yan Tianxing has been training us like students."
Peng Yuqiu: "..."
Will you die if you don't speak so pointedly?
"What do you mean?" Peng Yuqiu asked Mo Shangyun.
"Um?"
Putting the paintball gun on his shoulder, Mo Shangyun raised his eyes and looked at the rising sun over the mountain.
Then, she turned sideways, her figure shrouded in the warm sunshine, her eyebrows raised slightly, "Just in time to see the results of the two months of training, isn't it?"
This book was first published by ***, please do not reprint it! (To be continued)