seven in the morning.

Trucks from each company stopped at their respective starting points.

Get off the bus one after another.

Mo Shangjun counted the number of people in the second company, and asked Zhang Zheng and Li Liang to lead the team ahead. Lin Qi was in the middle of the team, and he followed behind the team to take care of them.

During the day it was pure field marching.

The so-called march refers to the organized movement of troops in columns along designated routes. It is the basic method of military maneuver. According to the intensity of the march, it can be divided into regular march and forced march. Forced march is used to speed up the march and extend the march.

The time method is implemented. Regular marching, regular marching, the daily walking distance is 5 to 5 kilometers, and the speed is 4 to 5 kilometers per hour.

According to the map route, they are of course a regular march, with a daily journey of 0 kilometers, which is within their endurance range.

Mo Shangjun followed at the end, and within five minutes, she saw large troops rushing toward her.

"Deputy Company Mo, I heard from the First Platoon that you always want to kill the Third Company tonight?"

"Do you have any good ideas?"

"Can we reveal it in advance?"

"Vice Company, you have known about the love affair for a long time, and we are still trying every possible means to hide it."

…

After a while, more and more people were staying around.

Mo Shangjun glanced at them coolly.

"There will be a meeting in the evening." Mo Shangyun spoke slowly, but there was a hint of threat in his words, "However, if the First Company and the Third Company arrive at the camp before us..."

"..."

Before he finished speaking, everyone who understood the implication shuddered suddenly.

This deputy company really made them love and hate each other, and they were very conflicted in their hearts.

After all, they were afraid of Mo Shangyun. Even though they were overflowing with curiosity, they did not dare to say a word at this moment. They honestly returned to the original team and accelerated the march.

Mo Shangyun, whose ears had become purified, deliberately lagged behind and kept a certain distance from them.

…

With Mo Shangyun's promise, the soldiers of the Second Company who had unconditional trust in Mo Shangyun showed unimaginable passion all the way.

I moved forward with all my strength, and my speed improved a lot.

By one o'clock in the afternoon, they had walked two-thirds of the way.

After Mo Shangyun passed on the message, he rested in a nearby open space and finished his lunch.

Her original plan was to let them have a good rest. Since she had enough time, she could also make some hot food to fill their stomachs and warm their stomachs. However, after a while, three platoon commanders came towards her.

"Deputy Company Mo, they all agreed that they should just eat some dry food and wait until they arrive at the camp to have a good meal." Zhang Zheng responded to the crowd's opinions with a serious look on his face.

"Oh?" Mo Shangyun raised his eyebrows and smiled, "They are all quite aware."

"necessary!"

Li Liang took over the words with strong words.

"Let's continue setting off in an hour." Mo Shangjun said calmly.

During this hour, she didn't care whether they had some solid food to sleep on or whether they had the energy to cook some hot food.

"Report!" Li Liang shouted a little anxiously.

"explain."

Li Liang said word by word: "They collectively expressed that they only need to rest for half an hour."

Okay!

In the past, when you whipped them behind you, they wouldn't even leave, and they were still full of complaints. Now that you let them rest, they still rush forward as if they've been given a beating?

Everyone is lazy. If you don't have enough rest time, you are so active on the march. You must be eager to plan for the evening.

Thinking of this, Mo Shangyun's lips twitched slightly, "Do you listen to them, or do you listen to me?"

"Report! Although I am listening to you, but you are so reasonable, you will definitely respect the opinions of the masses!" Li Liang said righteously.

Mo Shangjun looked at him leisurely, half-smiling, with a chill in his eyes.

Li Liang's smile froze when she stared at him.

At this time, Zhang Zheng stood up righteously and attracted firepower with a spirit of sacrifice, "Of course, if you insist on thinking about them, we will also help you do ideological work for them!"

With a frown, Mo Shangyun did not argue with them anymore and said directly: "Forty-five minutes."

The three platoon leaders exchanged glances with each other, and finally nodded in unison, agreeing very seriously.

He became irritated when he saw them, so Mo Shangjun waved his hand to drive them away.

The three of them wisely retreated into the crowd.

Avoiding them, Mo Shangjun found a small open space, sat on the ground, and took out the compressed biscuits and water bottle.

However, just after taking two bites of biscuits, another reckless person came over.

It’s Xiang Yongming.

"Deputy Company Mo," Xiang Yongming carried biscuits and a water bottle and sat down next to Mo Shangyun, "Can you tell me a little bit about your plans for the evening?"

Ignoring him, Mo Shangyun picked up the kettle on the floor, unscrewed the lid, raised his head and took a sip of water.

Xiang Yongming looked at her movements in one go and thought that this look seemed strange to others. No matter what she did, she always had a dash of boldness and boldness in her movements.

"Where's the bag?"

After drinking the water and twisting the lid of the pot, Mo Shangyun asked casually.

"..." The sudden question made Xiang Yongming's heart skip a beat, and he looked slightly flustered, "Well, Deputy Company Mo, if you can't say anything, I'll leave first."

With his eyes slightly narrowed, Mo Shangjun tilted his head and repeated, "Where's the bag?"

His eyes were as calm as water, without any waves, and he seemed to have no emotions. He just asked casually, but when he was stared at by her eyes, he felt an invisible pressure coming towards him, making people feel like "if you say the wrong word, you will be destroyed."

the illusion.

Xiang Yongming licked his lips, feeling a little regretful.

This... is tantamount to seeking death.

"Put the bag somewhere else." Xiang Yongming replied half-truthfully.

"Originally, you were willing to do this little thing, and I just pretended not to notice it," Mo Shangyun narrowed his eyes slightly and continued leisurely, "But now, you have come to the door, and I

If we don’t investigate, it won’t be justified.”

He looked like he knew everything.

Xiang Yongming was shocked.

He was in the second row, in the middle, and Mo Shangjun was following behind the team. How did he know this?

Little did he know that from Mo Shangjun's perspective, the movements of the entire column were completely within his sight.

In particular, Xiang Yongming didn't have a backpack and was placed in the team. He was as conspicuous as a grain of rice mixed in a soybean. Especially when there was a deformed soybean beside him. Mo Shangyun was not blind, so how could he not see it?

"I admit my mistake."

Xiang Yongming was very aware of current affairs and admitted his mistake, and did not dare to play tricks with Mo Shangyun.

Mo Shangjun seemed not to understand, "What's the mistake?"

"I shouldn't bet with my comrades, let alone make a bet, whoever loses will help carry the bag."

With a smile on his lips, Mo Shangjun asked leisurely: "What do you mean, you won by accident. If you lose, his bag will be yours?"

"It's a bet..." Xiang Yongming smirked, acquiescing.

A bet is a bet, but he is 90% sure that he will win, which is just an excuse to ask some stupid guy to help with the backpack. When the terms were agreed upon, it was all consensual, and he didn't count.

Is it a scam?

"It's okay to be clever occasionally. However, you have to use your cleverness in the right way." Mo Shangjun held a branch in his hand and pushed aside the rotting dead wood in front of him. In just two clicks, a writhing larva suddenly appeared inside.

But she didn't seem to notice, and continued, "You are a soldier, and using your tactics to deal with the enemy is the right way to deal with your comrades..."

Xiang Yongming looked at the larva and felt creepy and chills ran down his spine.

At this time, Leng Buding heard Mo Shangyun's cold voice, "What kind of skill is this?"

"I……"

After coming back to his senses, Xiang Yongming subconsciously wanted to refute, but couldn't find a reason.

Are you kidding?

There is definitely no way around Mo Shangjun.

Make a promise that it won’t happen next time?
To be continued...