The whole place was silent.

This group of outstanding elites also had eloquent people, but no one stood up to refute Mo Shangyun.

Because they have no reason!

They recalled the days when they first put on military uniforms, during military training in recruit companies or military schools, which focused on basic formation training and endless ideological work. All leaders did not let them become soldiers or generals, but taught them

How do they become a real soldier.

What they need to do, what they should do, the obligations they should fulfill, and who they should become.

Every time they spoke, those invisible and intangible honors and beliefs made their hearts surging and their blood boiling.

However, after that period of time is over, they become "old fritters".

The honor of becoming elites and top soldiers affects them. After standing in such a position for a long time, they become more and more afraid to throw away such honor. Naturally, it will affect their mentality.

Most of the time, they think that I must win this time, but rarely think that we must win this time.

So of course, when they see their competitors lose in such a competitive environment, they can't help but breathe a sigh of relief.

Because there is one less competitor, it means that their loss will not be so ugly.

However, Mo Shangjun's few understatement words were like a slap in the face, knocking them out of the honor of the elite and becoming one of the many warriors.

They had to remember that everyone standing around them was the same as them - they were all elites, all soldiers, and they all had the same responsibilities and responsibilities!

Eliminating all competition factors, no matter where they are, people wearing the same army camouflage are brothers!

Of course, this is limited to those with a relatively high level of consciousness.

There are still people who are outside the situation.

"Take control!"

After staring coldly at a certain spot, Mo Shangyun shouted.

"arrive!"

Guan was called out again and responded impatiently.

Mo Shangyun said: "Apologise to the comrades you injured."

Guan Qu pinched his neck and shouted: "Why?!"

"You are a student and I am an instructor."

Lifting his eyelids, Mo Shangyun spoke leisurely, raised his legs and walked towards Guan Qi.

"cut."

Don't look too far, Guanchi is too lazy to pay attention to her.

However, what followed was a "beep--" that almost sounded from his ears, which shocked him so much that he almost went deaf on the spot.

A sudden whistle made Guan Qianqian's eyes widen in consciousness. When he turned back to look at Mo Shangyun standing on the side, he was at a loss for a few seconds.

Anger arose in his heart, and Guan Qu opened his mouth to curse his mother. However, what followed was Mo Shangyun's knee kicking him in the abdomen. The sudden pain made Guan Qu hold back the curse words again.

Just as he was about to bend down, Mo Shangyun grabbed his collar and lifted him up directly.

He saw Mo Shangyun smiling, that kind of light and gentle smile, as if it came from the heart.

She smiles like a devil.

Guan Qi thought so.

Then, he heard Mo Shangyun say one word at a time: "You can't beat me in the fighting you are best at."

Mo Shangyun has that ability, dig out his self-esteem, and then trample it under his feet in front of his face, without any mercy, but he can still smile at you.

"You——" Guanju gritted his teeth, "sneak attack!"

As soon as he finished speaking, Mo Shangyun's elbow hit him on the back. The force was so strong that Guan Quan fell to the ground.

Then, she took a step forward and looked down at Guan Qi condescendingly, her indifferent expression was like looking at an ant.

"Apologize."

Mo Shangyun only said two words, but these two words gave people an irresistible majesty.

Everyone who was left behind saw this scene.

Mo Shangyun is like a demon messenger who came out of hell. She beats those who are inferior to her righteously and uses brutal and forceful methods to force others. There is a bit of perversion in her tyranny, but... it is even more incredible.

Yes, they were only surprised and admired for Mo Shangyun.

They had never seen this method of leading troops before, but they couldn't resist it, and they even respected such an instructor.

Ultimately, they agreed with what Mo Shangyun said.

She uses both soft and hard tactics. When it comes to the soft side, what she says makes sense; when it comes to the hard side, she does have the strength to crush people.

At the very least, her two seemingly random moves were so fast and ruthless that Guan Jie didn't even have a chance to react.

They swallowed and looked at Mo Shangyun who was standing in front of Guan Chu looking down at everything, thinking that they might never dare to resist in front of her again.

Such an existence - whether it's ability or means, is too terrifying.

The disparity in strength is too great, and even their united front may not be able to defeat her.

After a while, Guanju stood up from the ground staggeringly.

He first glared at Mo Shangjun, and then wiped the corners of his mouth fiercely. However, he did not confront Mo Shangjun in person. Instead, he glared at the entire team unconvinced, and raised his voice and shouted: "I was the one who was beaten earlier."

Whoever was beaten up, please stand up and I will apologize."

Mo Shangyun tilted his head slightly, crossed his arms, glanced lazily, and asked in a cold voice: "Do you want me to teach you manners?"

Guan Chi shuddered. Although he was very unhappy, he still suppressed his temper and asked again: "I'm sorry for those of you earlier. I didn't control my strength well and you were injured. I will pay attention to it next time."

The further he said this, the more unhappy Guan Tie became, but no matter what, he still said it bravely.

"Everyone does five hundred push-ups on the spot," Mo Shangyun said calmly, and then paid special attention to Xia Guande, "You, fifteen hundred."

"Why?!" Guan Qi was confused.

Not only was he beaten, but he also apologized humbly. Why should the punishment be tripled?!

Mo Shangjun glanced at him sideways, "I'm happy."

"..."

This is really an irrefutable reason.

"Report, should we do it too?"

Some of the injured people shouted in shock.

Mo Shangjun turned his head and looked at the person who asked the question.

Being stared at by her eyes, the other party couldn't help but tremble, thinking that he shouldn't ask such a stupid question.

"This is the selection of special forces. You don't even have the ability to protect yourself. What are you doing here? If you don't want to do it, get out of here!" Mo Shangyun said coldly.

She stayed with these two groups for two purposes.

One is to allow some elites who have not received ideological education for a long time to calm down and realize that no matter what achievements and abilities they have, they are still soldiers; the other is to worry that those who are wounded will become complacent in the future and treat instructors against those who hurt others.

He treated them as punishment to protect them, which had the opposite effect, so he reminded them that this was a special forces unit and they didn't even have the ability to protect themselves, so they shouldn't embarrass themselves by coming here.

Obviously, both of her goals were successfully achieved.

*

When Chen Yu arrived at the training ground, he did not see the chaotic scene as expected.

He saw that all the students who were left behind were doing push-ups seriously and focused, including those who were injured, gritting their teeth and persisting.

Whether it was an illusion or not, he saw some persistence and determination in those people's eyes, as if they had some kind of common determination. It was a look full of positive power - before this, in any gathering, he had

Never seen either.

The training ground was silent, no one was gnawing, and all he could hear was the wind.

When he saw Mo Shangyun, he was standing in front of the students, standing casually, holding a whistle in his hand, wrapping it around his finger, and calmly looking down at the group of students lying down doing push-ups.

Chen Yu's face was as dark as the bottom of a pot.

Punishing students is neither a big deal nor a small matter.

If Mo Shangyun informed him in advance and explained the reason, and he nodded, it would be a trivial matter.

However, Mo Shangyun was not notified in advance of such behavior. Moreover, once this punishment is delayed, it is very likely to affect subsequent training.

Instructors are not allowed to quarrel in front of the students, so as not to be laughed at by the students. Chen Yu also left some face for Mo Shangjun. He did not find fault with Mo Shangjun in person, but waited on the sidelines with a tigerish face.

Mo Shangjun, on the other hand, discovered Chen Yu in advance and did not pretend not to see it. As a real person, Mo Shangjun walked straight towards Chen Yu.

"Instructor Chen."

As soon as he approached, Mo Shangjun greeted Chen Yu, as if he didn't see Chen Yu's face.

Taking a deep breath, Chen Yu asked in a deep voice: "Mo Shangjun, what tricks are you playing?!"
To be continued...