The first group led by Mo Shangjun, Peng Yuqiu, and Duan Zimu successfully arrived at the destination that was supposed to be reached on the third day.
Standing in the open space, Mo Shangjun whistled with his fingers, and then issued the command, "Rest where you are."
As soon as he finished speaking, a bunch of crooked students behind him fell to the ground in an instant, with only a handful of them standing.
"Grandma is such a badass, when will this kind of life end?"
"I'm really going to die. At first I came out at night, then I am ambushed on the road during the day, and now I'm being chased one after another. The food I can find on my body is getting less and less. It's like seeing a ghost."
"Come on, say less and use your time to catch your breath."
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Hearing the students' intermittently complaining, Mo Shangjun raised his hand and rubbed his temples.
The past two days have really put these students through a lot of trouble.
The abilities of the ambushers are getting stronger each time; the attack methods are getting weirder and weirder; the attack time is shorter than the last time; and the food they carry is getting less and less.
From these attacks, there is no pattern at all. When they are random, it all depends on their mood. And the students are always nervous, and they will make a fuss at the slightest movement, and it is rare to even take a moment to rest.
So far, there are only a few people who have not been hit by paintballs, including You Nianyu, Tang Shi, and Yan Gui, who was the best dodger before the test. And those who have been hit by paintballs more... Two students have already been
There were four or five people who were forced to quit this wilderness survival training and were hit by four paintball rounds.
"I'm convinced, too." Peng Yuqiu walked to the rocks nearby, sat down, and shook his head helplessly, "There are so many tricks, even real special forces may not be able to withstand them."
"oh?"
Mo Shangjun looked at Peng Yuqiu who had missed a paintball.
Noticing the look in her eyes, Peng Yuqiu became increasingly helpless, "Do I look like an ordinary special forces soldier?"
Mo Shangyun shrugged.
She didn't say it, it was really 'very average'.
However, she has never seen ordinary special forces soldiers. In her opinion, there are only two categories: "she can surpass" and "she can't surpass". Since there is no measurement standard, it is impossible to accurately judge Peng Yuqiu's ability.
Seeing Mo Shangjun's "As long as you're happy" expression, Peng Yuqiu couldn't help but twitch the corner of his mouth.
"Give."
Duan Zimu came from behind the queue and handed a bottle of water to Mo Shangyun.
"Thanks."
Mo Shangjun took it and just raised her hand to unscrew it. She suddenly found that the cap of the bottle had been loosened. She glanced at Duan Zimu, then raised her head and took a sip of water.
Mineral water was also collected from the ambushers.
Their backpacks are all empty. Since there is food, they can take it for nothing.
Sometimes, in addition to food, they can also find some useful props, such as matches, flashlights, ropes, and even one or two night vision goggles.
After drinking nearly a third of the bottle, Mo Shangyun put the cap back on the bottle.
Duan Zimu, who had been staring at her, looked slightly dazed. Then he calmed down the emotions in his eyes and asked calmly: "Aren't you going to fight back?"
"Let's get some rest before we talk."
Mo Shangjun stuffed the leftover water into his bag and said lazily.
This kind of "you chase and I hide, you hide and I chase" seriously delayed their trip. If they didn't take some action, I'm afraid they would still be wandering around the middle of the route after the seven days were over.
It would be a bit embarrassing not to arrive on time.
Mo Shangyun is more concerned about this point.
Duan Zimu looked at her deeply, then nodded obediently, "Okay."
Peng Yuqiu, who was sitting aside, raised his eyes and looked at the two of them, a flash of thought flashing between his brows.
The captain's emotional entanglement really cannot be explained clearly in just one or two sentences.
In this moment of contemplation, Peng Yuqiu did not notice that someone in the team lying on the ground raised his eyes and looked at him deeply. But before he noticed, he quickly looked away.
Liang Zhiqiong was sitting on the grass, with her right leg straightened and her left leg bent. She leaned over and hugged the knee of her left leg, with her head resting on her knee. She looked absentmindedly at a line of ants crawling by not far away.
"How are your feet?"
You Nianyu walked over and handed her a pack of compressed biscuits and a bottle of water.
Hearing the sound, Liang Zhiqiong looked up listlessly, glanced at You Nianyu, took the food, and thanked her in a low voice, "Thank you."
"foot."
You Nianyu frowned and uttered one word emphatically.
"The feet are quite good." Liang Zhiqiong lowered his head and tore open the package of the compressed biscuits while saying casually, "It's just a twist. It's almost healed."
As he spoke, he even turned his ankles.
However, the face hidden in the shadows was almost twisted in pain, and his brows were frowned tightly.
Her head was buried very low, her movements were as usual, and the sound of her biting compressed biscuits could be heard. You Nianyu didn't see her expression clearly, but noticed something unusual. She just didn't like to meddle in other people's business, so she didn't ask.
She thought that if a person like Liang Zhiqiong was so loud, he would probably not act so calmly if his foot injury was really serious.
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