Since the students were chased like lost dogs all night, which severely affected their self-esteem and self-confidence, Mo Shangjun gave them an hour to rest.
but--
The effect is not big.
An hour later, they only made slight adjustments and ate some food to regain some strength, but they still lay weakly and sat on the ground with no intention of moving.
Mo Shangyun jumped down from a tree, then clapped his hands, bent two fingers of his right hand and brought them to his lips, and blew a loud whistle.
As we all know, Mo Shangyun doesn't like passwords.
As soon as the whistle blows, everyone must immediately quiet down and assemble.
Almost as a conditioned reflex, everyone turned over and got up from the ground. Although each one of them was like a cabbage in the field that had not absorbed water for a long time, they were still not idle in their movements.
During the one minute allotted by Mo Shangjun, they all lined up neatly in the open space, mustering up their energy to open their eyes wide and look ahead.
Mo Shangjun put his hands in his trouser pockets, walked slowly closer, and then came to the front of the queue.
Duan Zimu and Peng Yuqiu stood on both sides in tacit understanding.
"Is there anyone who can't hold on?"
Lifting his eyelids, Mo Shangyun glanced at him. His gaze seemed casual, but it was mixed with substantial pressure.
The people who were lying on the ground just now and yelling, "Why don't we just give up like this?" were all stunned at this moment. They all closed their mouths for a while, and no one dared to speak anymore.
Can't hold on?
joke.
They just talked about it.
As a woman, Mo Shangyun could reach this point easily. It would be too embarrassing for people like them to just give up.
Besides, we’ve come this far and just gave up—
They are not willing to give in!
"Um?"
Without waiting for a response, Mo Shangyun's brows moved slightly and his nasal voice rose slightly, with an emotion of urging and impatience.
——"Report, no!"
An angry shout rising into the sky, shouted by more than thirty young people, almost shocked half of the mountain.
Mo Shangjun curled his lips helplessly, raised his hand and touched his ears, "Tell your voice a little lower, are you afraid that the target will not be exposed enough?"
"..."
The students who had just summoned up the energy to express their decision couldn't help but cursed in their hearts, and then silently shut their mouths.
Grandma is a bitch. When she comes to Mo Shangjun, she will be criticized for anything she does.
Mo Shangyun raised his right leg, took a step forward, raised his hand and touched his left wrist, and said leisurely: "I am being chased in such a embarrassing situation, so I ask you, do you want to be dignified for once?"
This careless voice came out of Mo Shangyun's mouth. It was carefree and seemed to have no strength, but when it fell into the ears of the students, it turned into blood boiling.
"think!"
Immediately, without even thinking, all the students answered in unison.
Mo Shangjun raised his eyebrows.
have to.
The atmosphere has almost been adjusted, and it's time to talk.
——At this moment, if the two instructors beside her knew what she was thinking, they would definitely explain to her what "stimulating the atmosphere" means.
Mo Shangjun raised his eyes and said, "The leaders of each group stand in front."
As soon as everyone saw her posture, they knew that there was hope for a counterattack, and they immediately had no intention of arguing with her about trivial matters. More than thirty people were obedient to the point of obedience, and they did not dare to disobey her even a word.
Mo Shangjun spent about ten minutes and began to explain the "counterattack strategy" to them.
For Mo Shangyun, it was just a matter of choosing one of the many strategies that suited them, but this group of students with little combat experience were stunned for a while. After hearing the end, some were dubious, and some were dubious.
He expressed his admiration for her, and the way he looked at her changed his mood.
Even You Nianyu, who usually didn't care much about Mo Shangjun, looked at Mo Shangjun with a somewhat different meaning.
Mo Shangjun's counterattack strategy can be summarized in one sentence -
[Counterguerrilla warfare.]
Since the other party wants to play guerrilla, groups of people move up to delay their time with the smallest number of people and the most shameless tricks, then they should simply spread out and spend more time to distract them.
This is just a general strategy.
This is what Duan Zimu and Peng Yuqiu can think of.
However, even Duan Zimu and Peng Yuqiu were inevitably surprised by Mo Shangjun's detailed strategy.
Mo Shangyun still followed her habit of making detailed and thoughtful battle plans, thinking of various possibilities, and then selected a few possibilities with the highest probability to explain them to them and make countermeasures.
There are seven groups, each of which can take care of each other according to the nearby terrain, ensuring that when a certain group cannot cope, one or two groups can rescue them.
To add to the explanation, Mo Shangjun spoke for another twenty minutes.
"It's almost time."
Mo Shangyun glanced at the time and ended his description of the combat strategy in one sentence.
The five groups listened with rapt attention, and they only reacted belatedly to her words.
As for Peng Yuqiu and Duan Zimu, they glanced at each other and then touched their noses in unison.
In terms of combat experience, both Peng Yuqiu and Duan Zimu have accumulated a certain amount of experience, but even they cannot take the combat strategy into consideration to the extent that Mo Shangyun said.
This requires the accumulation of many times of combat experience, and then conducting simulation exercises in the mind based on various environmental conditions and human conditions, and finally checking for leaks and filling them over and over again...