Fan Hanyi hesitated.

The reluctance of everyone in the third company rested on his shoulders like a heavy burden.

As the saying goes, "If a soldier is cowardly, he will be cowardly." As the commander of the third company, he should support the third company. Even if the third company has something wrong, he cannot let the third company be laughed at.

.

However, Mo Shangjun's oppression also left him with no other choice.

Right now, it’s hard to get off the tiger.

He must make a choice.

After thinking about it for a while, Fan Hanyi frowned slightly and his voice deepened, "Okay, we lost this time. Let's compete again next time when we have a chance."

"That would be troublesome."

Mo Shangjun nodded Congshan Ruliu.

The relationship between the Second Company and the Third Company was settled following this incident.

Anyway, Erlian's face was restored.

Fan Hanyi's face turned as black as charcoal. He turned around and saw Sanlian with an unwilling face. He waved his hand and said, "Let's go."

"Company Commander——" someone called him unconvinced.

"Walk!"

With a cold shout, Fan Hanyi blocked his words.

He took the lead and left first.

Soon, the soldiers of the third company looked at each other. Even though they were unwilling in every way, under the order of the company commander, they could only hold it in their hearts.

He stood hesitantly for a while and glared at each of them several times before leaving in disgrace with his gun and helmet in hand.

at the same time--

"Deputy Company Mo, you are so handsome anytime, anywhere!"

"As expected of our Vice Company Mo, he silenced the Third Company in just a few words. The skill of this verbal attack is getting stronger day by day."

"Deputy Company Mo, where were you last night? What happened to your hand? Is it serious? Are there any other injuries?"

…

As soon as the people from the third company left, all the people from the second company present gathered around Mo Shangyun.

Mo Shangyun heard their praise, flattery, and worry, and his brows moved slightly, but he didn't care. He lowered his head and glanced at the watch on his wrist.

Eight minutes have passed and there are still two minutes left.

There's not much time left.

"Zhang Zheng!" Mo Shangyun said loudly.

"arrive!"

Zhang Zheng's sonorous and powerful voice rang out from the crowd.

Gradually, the noise also stopped.

Mo Shangyun glanced at the people around him and continued: "Li Liang!"

"arrive!"

"Lin Qi!"

"arrive!"

All are there.

Raising his eyebrows, Mo Shangyun turned around and walked out of the crowd, "Follow me."

The others didn't know why, but they unanimously made way for her.

Mo Shangjun walked some distance and stopped, followed by three platoon commanders.

She spent a minute and briefly explained the following three things to the three of them.

One, she will not participate in her next actions.

Second, avoid conflicts with Yilian.

Third, if possible, march at night and reach the destination as soon as possible.

After listening, the three company commanders were full of doubts, but Mo Shangyun didn't even give them a chance to ask. He just gave them a look and told them to shut up.

If you think about it carefully, you can guess what must have happened to Mo Shangyun.

Disappeared at night and was taken down by helicopter with injuries all over his body...

They could vaguely guess something, but they didn't dare to make any guesses when they were unsure.

After everything was explained and there was still one minute left, Mo Shangjun didn't delay any further, waved his hand and left directly.

The three platoon commanders looked at each other.

The entire Second Company was confused.

Their mainstay, just, left like this?

They were a little reluctant to give up, but they didn't dare to say it, let alone call Mo Shangyun away.

First, he was afraid of being laughed at by her.

The second is... they don't know the specific extent of her injury, but judging from the bloody bandage on her right hand, she must be seriously injured, and they should not leave her alone either emotionally or rationally.

*

ten minutes.

Mo Shangjun got on the helicopter on time.

When logging in, Yan Tianxing pressed the stopwatch.

09:59.

When Mo Shangyun passed by him, he accidentally glanced at him, happened to catch a glimpse of the stopwatch in his hand, and the corner of his mouth couldn't help but twitch.

Actually giving her a timer?

If I had known earlier... I would have come up two seconds later.

Yan Tianxing calmly took back the stopwatch and looked at her right hand with a sympathetic expression, "Does your hand hurt?"

The helicopter was suspended at the right angle, and the place where the two groups of people were standing below was also very open. With a pair of binoculars, he could clearly see what Mo Shangjun was doing below.

The wound on the back of her right hand was ripped open. As soon as it was bandaged, she grabbed the rifle and fired three times. She was really capable of killing it.

Yan Tianxing's eyes lingered on the bandage on her left hand.

There were several layers of bandages, but the blood stains were seeping and spreading, clearly visible.

As a result, the gloom between his eyebrows became even more intense.

So why don’t you care about the wasted bandages when you have the leisure to show off your talents?

"It doesn't hurt."

Mo Shangyun moved his right hand and answered with a calm voice.

Yan Tianxing raised his eyes slightly and praised calmly, "Awesome."

"generally."

Mo Shangyun nodded, showing modesty appropriately.

Yan Tianxing's eyes cooled down a bit.

Mo Shangyun pretended not to notice, touched his nose, and sat back down safely.

Even if it hurts, it's her suffering. Who is he staring at?

Mo Shangjun was already in a unhappy mood, but seeing his poor attitude made him even more unhappy. He took off his coat and threw it to him, not even bothering to look at him again.

Yan Tianxing caught the coat without getting angry. He glanced at the military doctor who was watching on the side and signaled him to quickly rebandage Mo Shangyun.

The military doctor understood and hurriedly came over, showing no signs of idleness in his movements.

Ten minutes later, when Mo Shangjun returned to the pre-liberation area, the wounds on his right hand and shoulder split open again. As soon as the bandages were loosened, blood dripped, and the military doctor's scalp felt numb.

No anesthesia, no painkillers, how painful is this?

Glancing at Mo Shangjun carefully, he noticed that her face was pale with pain. The military doctor shuddered and tried to be as gentle as possible.

well.

His daughter was only that old. If his daughter had suffered such an injury outside and was in so much pain that she had to pretend to be calm and remain silent, he would probably die of heartache.

Yan Tianxing looked across from him silently.

Even if the soldiers he led, those strong-blooded men, were injured to the extent of Mo Shangyun, even if they were not crying in pain, they would not be able to wait for treatment with a calm face. Those with weak endurance would look for opportunities to divert their attention.
To be continued...