Young Master Officer’s Wife Pursuit

Nine p.m.

Reminiscent of Mo Shangyun, the free agent, once again vocalized on the public channel.

There were only five answers to her this time.

And, all are half dead.

The other four groups acted according to her plan and did not encounter unexpected situations for the time being.

When Mo Shangyun heard the news and happened to be idle, he showed the only survivors.

After finishing eating sweet potatoes, the assistants worked hard to help collect firewood. He heard that Mo Shangyun was directing people. Under the urging of curiosity, he pretended to be closer inadvertently and listened carefully.

When I heard Mo Shangyun said, "Do you want to continue to die, or do you want to live for a while", I almost didn't choke myself.

This talk... is too direct, right?

Thinking about it like this, the teaching assistant still couldn't control the inner curiosity and continued to listen.

In addition to Mo Shangjun’s occasional choking to death, the teaching assistant was stunned when he heard Mo Shangjun’s analysis and action plan.

As soon as the trainee said the direction, she could determine the terrain, and as soon as she said the number of people, she could make a plan.

If someone can say the code name of the group A students, Mo Shangyun can even accurately state the other party's weaknesses and formulate a more detailed action plan.

The assistant teacher was watching, silently uttering.

Mo Shangyun is simply a live plug-in for Group B...

No wonder Mo Shangjun can so calmly light a campfire and roast sweet potatoes, even if the feelings are no longer useful waste, she can play her skills in her hands.

The farther back, the assistant's eyes stared straighter.

It's against the sky, it's almost against the sky...

The assistant teacher stared at Mo Shangyun, and wanted to break her head to take a good look at what she did and how she could understand each terrain so clearly, as if she was immersive in her judgment.

After conducting for twenty minutes, one of the five people commanded by Mo Shangjun sacrificed, and the remaining four people all converged in front of the enemy's house.

Keep going, it's not interesting, Mo Shangyun let them do it themselves.

"Instructor Mo."

Seeing her finish, the assistant teacher looked at her eagerly and shouted carefully.

"Huh?" Mo Shangyun looked up at him.

"I remember to confirm the assessment, it was this morning," the assistant teacher asked cautiously. "I haven't seen you come here, how do you know the terrain so clearly?"

"I used to come often." Mo Shangyun raised his eyebrows.

Since she wants to choose the location of morning exercises, of course, she has to go around all the nearby places in advance, and then she chooses a few fixed points and assigns the morning exercises according to the route.

——So the morning exercises that Peng Yuqiu saw are not all.

She was trained in memory and observation since she was a child, especially in the jungle where it is very easy to get lost. Over time, the subconscious will write down the surrounding terrain and features, and when empty, she will simulate combat based on the terrain-the selected terrain, attack and defend the How to proceed; what to do in case of a sudden attack; what is its use; and even to understand the growing environment of plants.

In short, this week's wandering is enough to get the ink on the nearby terrain. According to the description of the students, you can roughly know the approximate direction.

The teaching assistant thought about it and asked, "Is this cheating?"

Looking at the teaching assistant who was serious and nervous, Mo Shangyun smiled, "The Blues have attacked my house. I ambush them according to the terrain around the house. Are you cheating?"

"No, no." The assistant teacher shook his head immediately.

In war, there will be a difference between familiar terrain and unfamiliar terrain, it is impossible to say what is fair and unfair.

Since Mo Shangyun is all in his mind, he can't let Mo Shangyun erase his memory before the match?

This is unrealistic.

After the teaching assistant figured it out, he always felt ashamed, and his face was hot. If he hadn't painted his face completely black, I don't know how to look at the ink.

"Then," after a while, the teaching assistant asked again, "Just listening to your analysis of the enemy's shortcomings... do you know the strength of each student?"

Mo Shangyun raised his eyebrows inexplicably, "Is it abnormal?"

The assistant teacher shook his head for a moment, then nodded again.

"For these more than three hundred people, instructor Ji told us in private that she has much more free time than you, but she can only understand her group A students thoroughly, and there is no time to take care of anything else. You..." The assistant teacher smiled at her, showing her good teeth, and said with a smile, "Aren't you more busy than Instructor Ji?"

"Oh," Mo Shangyun nodded slightly and said lightly, "She has done too much useless work."

"what?"

The assistant's eyes widened.

How can Instructor Ji do useless work?

"She spends almost all of her time on the students in group A. I once saw her table analysis. Each student's ability advantages and disadvantages, personality advantages and disadvantages, took a targeted plan according to their situation... This is not Is it useless?" The teaching assistant worked hard to say something good for Ji Ruonan.

In his view, Ji Ruonan has worked very hard and basically has no rest time. He always remembers the students in Group A. He spends his spare time with the students in Group A.

That's why the students in Group A like her so much.

"Well, but a waste of time."

Mo Shangyun said slowly and slowly, but he didn't mean to explain in detail.

Human character is the most unpredictable thing, and they come to be instructors, not to get along with the students happily, but to maximize the potential of the students.

It is undeniable that Ji Ruonan's gentle means played a certain role, but—

For what she wants to know and achieve, Mo Shangyun can spend twice as much time as hers.

For this reason, Ji Ruonan may not have a comprehensive understanding of the abilities of the students in Group B, but she has control over the abilities of each student in Group A.

At the moment when it was decided to have an instructor to join the match, the quality of the soldiers under Ji Ruonan's men was good, and there was no chance of winning.

The assistant still wanted to ask, but Mo Shangjun heard the movement of the headset and made a gesture to him to stop his next words.

"Instructor Mo, we are in trouble."