Mo Shangyun gave the order, and immediately, all the students picked up their backpacks at the same time and left with their respective groups.
In just a minute or two, except for the three instructors, the empty space that had seemed a bit crowded and messy before was now empty, with not even a bit of garbage left. It seemed that only people were passing through here, not even staying for a short time.
"Instructor Mo, where are we?"
Peng Yuqiu folded his arms and raised his eyebrows at Mo Shangyun with amusement.
"You..." Mo Shangyun raised his eyes, glanced at them lightly, and finally uttered two words, "Pick up the leaks."
Peng Yuqiu: "..."
Duan Zimu: "..."
After a while, Duan Zimu touched his nose and sincerely introduced himself to Mo Shangyun, "I think I can be used for other purposes."
"For example?" Mo Shangjun asked.
"Be your assistant." Duan Zimu quickly took over.
Mo Shangjun stared at this excellent sniper with a strange look.
Then, with a slight twitch in her mouth, she said, "I can't bear it."
Duan Zimu sighed hurtly at Mo Shangyun's decisive rejection.
However, when this expression fell into Mo Shangyun's eyes, goosebumps appeared all over his body for no reason.
After a pause, she asked again: "How many bullets are left in the sniper rifle?"
"6 shots."
"come on."
Mo Shangjun gave him a look.
Duan Zimu was slightly startled, and was about to confirm what she meant, but Mo Shangjun had already turned around and walked slowly into the jungle.
Duanzi raised his eyebrows, a hint of helplessness lingering in his eyes.
If he understood correctly, Mo Shangjun wanted him to use these 6 rounds of bullets to detect leaks.
It's best to snipe a few more.
Carrying such a heavy 88 sniper belt was tiring, and apart from the assistant teacher they met for the first time who brought a sniper rifle, they never saw another sniper rifle. In other words, they could get a sniper rifle matching
The bullet probability is zero.
"Let's go."
Peng Yuqiu looked at Duan Zimu sympathetically.
Duan Zimu carried the gun on his back, gave him a creepy smile, and then walked away with his legs up.
Peng Yuqiu felt a chill in his heart and kept up with his speed.
"The number of times is increasing day by day, and the ability is also rising sharply. Do you have any ideas?"
Walking into the bushes with Duan Zimu, Peng Yuqiu picked up fresh grass blades nearby to use as concealment props.
"Um."
Duan Zimu responded and walked forward.
"Talk about it."
"Same as you guessed."
Peng Yuqiu: "..."
When I meet two colleagues who don't know how to discuss things at all, it's hard to say anything.
Suddenly, looking at Duan Zimu's back, Peng Yuqiu actually wanted to have a like-minded man like him, Mu Cheng.
but--
Regarding the group of people who have been raiding recently, he really has some ideas.
He was sure that on the first night, there were only assistants they were familiar with.
However, starting from the second day, people gradually became strangers. Although there were still teaching assistants mixed in, the level of those strangers was obviously higher than that of the teaching assistants.
As of yesterday, even he, as an instructor, had been chased so hard that the experience and skills of those chasing him had improved significantly. However, gradually, the instructor was no longer visible.
Peng Yuqiu can be sure that the sneak attacker encountered today will be more difficult to deal with.
But what he cares more about is——
The next three days.
Following this trend, will Master Yan call the special forces over for training?
This is not impossible, nor is it unusual.
During his selection and training, Yan Tianxing mobilized all major special forces for training more than once, and not one of them was missed from the navy, land and air force. The reason why Yan Tianxing is so powerful, he and many people still haven't figured it out. After all, Yan Tianxing is
This kind of existence, even in one's own squadron, cannot be known to everyone.
Thinking of this, Peng Yuqiu's limping figure suddenly flashed in Peng Yuqiu's mind.
That girl seems to have injured her leg. I don't know if she can survive the next few days.
However, for her, it might be better to take this opportunity to leave.
His thoughts were a little confused. When Peng Yuqiu raised his eyes again, Duan Zimu had already walked ten meters away. He didn't think about it anymore. After gathering his thoughts, he quickened his pace.
*
Morning, 11 o'clock.
As soon as the minute hand passed 1, the students hiding in the dark saw a team of three people sneaking towards them the way they came.
Braving his body, holding a paintball gun in his hand, he moved forward without squinting, only taking a few glances around when he paused occasionally.
——In their pursuit state, the students could only be chased. Of course, they never thought that so many people would stop and ambush them.
So, not surprisingly, they fell into the trap set by Mo Shangjun.
"Can they run that fast?"
On the third day, after advancing nearly one kilometer from the campsite, they stood on a high place and looked down. They could not see any figures wearing military uniforms, and they couldn't help but raise questions.
"Maybe I want to catch up on the progress."
"Are they crazy? They can't bear it physically."
"The less we can hold on, the easier it will be for us to move." The person standing in the middle analyzed, and then made a 'keep going' gesture to the two people on the left and right.
The three of them continued walking forward intently.
Can--
This time, as soon as he took a few steps forward, the attacker walking on the right let out a cry of surprise and was immediately hung top-heavy on the tree.
This book was first published by ***, please do not reprint it! (To be continued)