Young Master Officer’s Wife Pursuit

The training ground is still very lively.

The recruits did not slack off because of Mo Shangyun’s remarks, but were more focused and focused on skills. All of them were attentive, and the effect was better than many people imagined.

Mo Shangjun stood under a tree, leaning against the trunk behind, turning his hands over the training plan.

The afternoon is mainly shooting training and tactical training, but half an hour of fighting training is arranged before the start.

The current recruits’ firing training has only 1 practice, that is, gun stabilization training and aiming training, but because of the outstanding performance of this group of recruits, 2 more exercises have been added-kneeling according to the gun.

Today I am going to arrange shooting 2 practice.

After the target training in the middle, tactical training began.

Four items.

Mo Shangyun looked up and down a few times, feeling bored, and folded the paper and put it in his trouser pocket.

"Mo Fulian, are you going to make two moves?" Not far away, a platoon leader from the reconnaissance company greeted Mo Shangyun.

Mo Shangyun keenly found that he had a sincere and expectant look.

Although she was bored looking at the plan, she also looked at the surrounding situation more and more. The platoon leader with the training of recruits was forced to have no backhand by the recruits from the martial arts champion of the recruits. Otherwise, the prestige of the platoon leader is completely absent.

Because of this, Mo Shangyun seems to understand a little bit-obviously these recruits have good capabilities in all aspects, why Lang Yan still wants to find her to extinguish their prestige.

Too strong, the general platoon leader can not suppress.

"Okay."

Clapping hands, Mo Shangyun walked towards them.

The second-row leader looked at Mo Shangyun very excitedly.

Similarly, those recruits who are curious about Mo Shangyun are also eager to see Mo Shangyun, eager to have the opportunity to play against Mo Shangyun.

"How to play?"

Moving his wrist, Mo Shangyun raised his eyebrows toward the second row.

"Did you want to fight with Mo Li?" He raised his head, and the second-row platoon leader shouted to the entire platoon.

"I am me!"

"I!"

"I want, too!"

...

In a state of full response, almost all the recruits raised their hands.

Mo Shangyun glanced around and noticed that the martial arts champion stood aside, slightly lowering his head, silent, without raising his hand.

Raised his eyebrows, Mo Shangyun walked towards him.

Seeing her move, the others gradually quieted down and looked at her weirdly.

"You don't want to fight me?"

Stopped opposite the martial arts champion, Mo Shangyun narrowed his eyes slightly and asked him with interest.

The martial art champion thought for a while and then shouted very sincerely: "Report! I am afraid of hurting you!"

Mo Shangyun: "..."

Really... intimate.

The second-row line leader almost didn't stumble on the spot.

Whether they can let themselves lose is the ugly thing they are most worried about, even if they have time to worry about whether they will hurt their Queen Mo...

The second-row platoon leader squeezed cold sweat for him.

"It's okay. I learned martial arts since I was a child. I think I'm pretty good." Mo Shangyun asked him with a smile, "Would you like to try it?"

The recruits looked at Mo Shangyun in surprise.

However, the second-row platoon leader suddenly realized that although Erlian Chuanjun had learned martial arts from an early age, but for the first time he heard Moshangjun say it himself, this is that the nails did not run away.

Hearing Mo Shangjun saying this, the martial art champion thought for a moment, and finally nodded, "That line."

After a minute.

All the people in the second row gathered in a circle, and Mo Shangyun, the second row leader, and the martial art champion stood in the circle. As the referee, the second row leader stood consciously far away from them.

At the same time, the other rows seemed to notice the movements here, and many people stopped their movements and glanced at them from time to time.

"Start!"

When everyone was in place, the second-row platoon leader shouted.

In his mind, the result has been decided, so compared with the recruits who watched nervously around, he was very calm and watched the drama, and placed it in the eyes of other rows. At first glance, it was different-like a queue leader.

It is estimated that the martial arts champion will not attack in advance, fearing that he will fall into a stalemate, so Mo Shangyun took the initiative to move towards the martial arts champion.

After two strokes, Mo Shangjun probably had a heart in his heart, and he smiled, and the martial art champion gave Mo Shangyun a surprise look, while not retaining his own strength.

Both of them played very happy.

Mo Shangjun rarely encountered such a solid soldier in the army. Although it was not comparable to the martial arts like the present, it was enough to make a few more moves with her.

Others can't understand their moves, but they feel that both offensive and defensive movements are very fast, and many tricks are unexpected. In the later stages, their movements are faster and faster, and some even hard to catch with their eyes. ...

Until, the martial arts champion was kicked down by Mo Shangyun.

With the exception of recruits and veterans who have a good foundation for predicting the results, most of the recruits are ashamed and look at this scene in mysterious ways.

This martial arts champion is one of the two most powerful in the end!

Just got knocked down?

They find it a bit difficult to accept.

Such a good-looking officer, even with such a powerful skill, is simply...

However, this surprise did not disguise their admiration for Mo Shangyun. After two seconds of silence, there was a burst of cheers in the crowd. They applauded and shouted for Mo Shangyun, expressing their sincerity to the ink. Shang Yun's affirmation.

Mo Shangyun reached out to the martial arts champion and pulled him off the ground. The martial arts champion thanked her blushingly.

Next, the four platoon leaders consciously canceled the regular combat training, and let the soldiers in their platoon take the initiative to find Mo Shangjun.

So, the recruits who wanted to come to the door to be "battered" by Mo Shangjun began to wait in line, and even the other recruits in their recruits who had been martial arts since childhood were no exception. A few of the better recruits Li Liang said, and they went against them one by one-not to defeat them purely, but to spend a lot of thoughts with them, and pointed them by the way.

More than a dozen people were defeated in her hands.

When everyone else was panting and losing their fighting intent, Mo Shangyun was still like the goddess they remembered, standing blushing and panting, with a faint expression and a faint smile.

This kind of ink is enough to convince them to take it orally.

"I used to think that the legend was too exaggerated, but now I think it's too conservative. This female company commander is too powerful."

"Why didn't anyone say that she looks so pretty in advance? What happened to the veterans, such a big bright spot was neglected, I used to make up for how she looked like a man, like a man, now I just want to kill me Myself."

"Who did that say that he wanted to chase the company commander in the morning? Don't you dare now? Just your three-legged cat was beaten down in minutes!"

...

For a time, the center of the topic revolved around Mo Shangyun, which could not be moved.

Even when the platoon leader team started shooting training, they were all absent, and most of them glanced at Mo Shangyun, as if gaining more glances.

"Mo Fulian, you are a little confused about the military."

When passing by Mo Shangyun, Li Liang teased towards her teasingly.

Mo Shangyun narrowed his eyes slightly, "Oh?"

Feeling a bit of chilling murderousness, Li Liang lowered his head and immediately changed his mouth, "You are inspiring."

"Go." Mo Shangyun spit out a word.

"Yes."

Li Liang honestly led away.

Raising his eyelids and watching Li Liang decently organize the team, Mo Shangyun raised his eyebrows, feeling that he was becoming less and less prestigious in reconnaissance.

*

According to the gun, it refers to the operations of holding the gun, holding the gun, raising the gun, etc. The kneeling position According to the gun training, the implication is to practice holding the gun in a kneeling posture. For better practice, the muzzle of each gun will be hung Put on the kettle.

This is a boring training.

However, these are the first steps to becoming a sharpshooter.

Mo Shangyun wandered around the male soldiers' company, and came to the female soldiers' company unconsciously. Although he saw Tong Long's gaze, but the temporary turn was too deliberate, and he moved forward lightly and gently. When she walked, she looked left and right. When she saw Commander Tong approaching, she greeted people.

"Commander Mo, what's the matter here?" Commander Tong stared at Mo Shangyun with a pretentious look.

"Time and time again", it is difficult to guarantee "time and time again".

She was able to see that neither Mo Shangyun's actions nor ideas were of her own appetite.

Now many female soldiers are expressing their longing for Mo Shangyun. If Mo Shangyun is "naughty" again here, they are not allowed to be taken away by Mo Shangyun.

Must be guarded.

Aware of the hostility of Tong Lianchang's words and expression, Mo Shangyun shrugged helplessly, "Just look at it."

"Really?" Mr. Tong questioned with great distrust.

"Really." Mo Shangjun nodded in coordination.

What can she do?

At this time, Lin Qi also came over and greeted Mo Shangyun calmly, "Mo Fulian."

Mo Shangyun raised an eyebrow.

He noticed Lin Qi and Tong Lianchang paused. Suddenly he thought of something, and asked Mo Shangjun: "Mo Lin Lien, listening to Lin Paichang said, are you good at shooting?"