"Deputy Company Mo, do you think it doesn't matter what the outcome is?"

When Lang Yan asked this question, his expression was very serious, so serious that you would never see such an expression except at certain important times.

Mo Shangjun was startled for a moment, then smiled, "Captain Lang, you should know that I have no obligation to unite the front with you."

After a slight pause, Lang Yan's ears turned red and he was very embarrassed.

He just... was a little anxious, subconsciously wanting Mo Shangyun to stand aside.

"However," the topic changed, Mo Shangjun continued, "I have no objection to your persistence."

"Really?" Lang Yan asked in surprise.

"Yeah." Mo Shangyun nodded.

Lang Yan breathed a sigh of relief.

He didn't want his soldiers to look forward to war. He couldn't manage other companies, but he could manage his own company. He thought that at least his company wouldn't have to think about war every day.

It is a good idea to improve the morale of soldiers. There are many ways to improve morale - Mo Shangjun has set an example and created many ways.

So he wanted to persist.

However, these days, no one is on his side except himself. Although the battalion commander is not a strict requirement, he will occasionally ask him a few questions during meetings, and the instructor never wastes any opportunity to persuade him to think.

Mobilization, and even recently secretly contacted the new platoon leader of the first company, planning to ask this new platoon leader to carry out ideological mobilization.

Even the soldiers of the second company would ask him from time to time. The first and third companies have been mobilized. When will it be their turn for the second company?

These fools are all looking forward to it.

"Captain Lang," Mo Shangyun leaned back in his chair and smiled helplessly, "Have you ever thought that if you go with the flow, you won't be so tired from doing things?"

Lang Yan also laughed, "Not only will I not be so tired, I will be able to move up in a year or two."

"You know everything, but you still insist?" Mo Shangyun tilted his head and looked at him.

"No way, I just like to do something different."

Lang Yan shrugged and grinned at Mo Shangjun.

After that, continue driving.

Mo Shangyun didn't ask any more questions.

In the final analysis, she is the same type of person as Lang Yan, who always has some unnecessary persistence in her mind.

Her mentor always advised her that being principled is a good thing, but living in such a world, being too principled means being dull and unwilling to make progress.

——The funny thing is that the mentor who persuaded her in this way is a person with established principles and will never waver in his thoughts and decisions due to any external factors unless you can truly convince him.

Neither she nor the mentor nor Lang Yan is stupid. No one would be so stupid as to give up on a bright future. However, one must have some persistence in life. There is nothing wrong with living a worldly life, but there is no bottom line in life.

, is a very dangerous thing.

However, she didn't know——

It was only after Lang Yan saw a deputy company commander who personally transformed a group of scumbags who couldn't hold up the wall into the best warriors in the battalion that he realized that some things cannot be followed by the crowd.

When everyone felt that the Second Company should be the leader of the crane, even they themselves felt that they should be so incompetent. No one thought that they could become different. Except for the new comrades, no one would inspire the company to become

First, even Lin Qi was assimilated in just three months and gradually lost his fighting spirit.

Except Mo Shangjun.

Only Mo Shangjun.

Such a person who can turn decay into magic never felt like they were a loser from the beginning. Within three months, Er Company was completely transformed from the inside out.

Having seen it with his own eyes, Lang Yan tried to think that some things could be changed, and those things that he felt "shouldn't and shouldn't be" could be persevered.

However, if he does not insist on this, even the possibility of extremely small changes will no longer exist.

*

The return journey is not far, just one hour.

Since it was almost noon, Lang Yan invited Mo Shangjun to have lunch at a roadside restaurant before taking her back with him.

It was almost 1 pm when we arrived at the reconnaissance camp.

It was the hottest time of the day. As soon as Mo Shangjun opened the car window, the wind rushing in from outside was scalding hot.

Four months later, the reconnaissance camp is still the same as in the memory. The jeep drove into the base, and the soldiers standing guard at the door saluted with military salutes, their bodies as straight as green pine trees.

The weather was too hot, so when I passed by the third company, there was no one at the training ground.

Putting her elbows on the car window, Mo Shangyun held her chin with her fingers. The hot wind blew in her face. She looked lazily at the scenery outside the window. From spring to summer, there was still no change here.

"You've been away these past few months. Are you homesick?"

After slowing down the car a lot, Lang Yan asked her teasingly.

After a pause, Mo Shangyun said: "It's okay."

Upon hearing this half-hearted answer, Lang Yan glanced at her in surprise.

In my impression, Mo Shangjun was a tough-talking type. I thought he would deny it directly, but I didn't expect to get an ambiguous answer.

Seeing that her deputy company commander was thinking about the company, Lang Yan slowed down the car slightly to let her appreciate the green environment of their base.

However, the base is not big, and soon the jeep arrived near the training ground of the Second Company.

"What's going on?"

Mo Shangjun suddenly made a sound, attracting Lang Yan's attention.

Lang Yan turned his head and glanced at the training ground not far away. He was shocked to see a group of people gathered together, sitting cross-legged on the grass, with a person in the middle. It was a happy scene.

After being stunned for a moment, Lang Yan stepped on the brakes and then looked intently.

The people outside seemed to be the silly boys from their second company, about ten or so, and the one sitting in the middle was a girl in her early twenties. Unlike those silly guys covered in mud, she

His whole body was clean, and the stripe belonging to a military cadet was extremely conspicuous on his collar badge.

Under the brim of the hat, there is a pair of big cat eyes, shining under the refraction of the sun, and a pure and lovely face. He is full of energy when he speaks, and his eyebrows are always smiling, making it easy for people to fall in love with him.

"She is the new platoon leader of the company, her name is Lou Xilu." At this point, Lang Yan took a deep look at Mo Shangyun, "She is a little different from you and Lin Qi. She likes to chat with the soldiers.

After convincing the First Company, he quickly became friends with the Second Company and the Third Company."

"oh."

Mo Shangjun responded leisurely.

Before Lou Xilu noticed the gaze here, she took one step back and then raised her eyebrows at Lang Yan, "Let's go."

"Um."

Lang Yan came back to his senses and continued driving after making sure that Mo Shangjun's mood was normal.

The distance from the training ground to the dormitory building is very close. In the blink of an eye, the jeep parked under the dormitory building.

After finding the designated parking space and parking, the two got out of the car directly.

Taking Mo Shangyun's backpack, Lang Yan walked up to Mo Shangyun and asked, "Where to go first?"

After moving the crutch in his hand, Mo Shangyun raised his head, glanced at the familiar dormitory building, and then said: "Office."

Hearing this, Lang Yan was happy, "You are still thinking about the office during your vacation?"

Giving him a lazy sideways glance, Mo Shangjun emphasized: "This is called dedication."

"Okay, dedicated Vice Company Mo, do you need me to help you?" Lang Yan asked her with a smile.

"No need," Mo Shangyun took a few steps forward and said unhurriedly, "Get back."

Lang Yan: "..."

Although he was asked to step back, facing the injured Mo Shangjun, Lang Yan was still willing to act as an errand boy, carrying his backpack and following behind Mo Shangjun honestly.

At this time, except for those chatting on the training ground, the soldiers of the Second Company were basically taking a lunch break.

The two of them walked from the first floor to the second floor, but didn't meet anyone. Even when Mo Shangjun arrived at the office, no one bothered her.

The office was the same as when she left, but four months later, her desk was still clean and tidy. Lang Yan must have helped clean it.

However, when Mo Shangjun entered the office, the first thing he saw was not a piece of writing hanging on the wall -

"Serve the country with loyalty".

The four characters "dragon flying and phoenix dancing" were written by Cen Jun.

Mo Shangjun couldn't help but glance at Lang Yan.

It's so loyal that even after she's been gone for so long, the calligraphy hasn't even been taken down.

"Come on, come on, please take a seat."

Lang Yan made an inviting gesture towards Mo Shangjun, and then walked into the office ahead of her.

After putting down his backpack, he walked to Mo Shangyun's desk and helped her drag out the chair.

Mo Shangjun walked over with a blank expression.
To be continued...