Chapter 1995

"There's nothing to celebrate." Mu yuan is not in high mood.

Belen poked his arm. "Captain, you're not always very dissatisfied with the instructor. We've had enough of this month's training, and he's deliberately targeting you. Don't you find it? The people in the next team are talking about whether you offended the instructor. You see, your grades have been tortured by him and dropped to the fifth place."

Mu Yuan said, "my performance decline is a problem of my state. There is indeed a big gap with him. I didn't meet his requirements. What does this have to do with him?"

"Village flower, you have changed. How can you speak for the village head? You and we are from the same village. Don't forget." Eugene winked and everyone laughed.

Mu Yuan said, "to be honest, the coach is strict with us, which is not a bad thing."

He paused and kicked Eugene, "don't call me village flower!"

In the evening bonfire party, the only night they could rest, the team next door gathered around, and everyone celebrated Mu yuan's escape from the clutches. This month, everyone felt that Mu yuan had offended the instructor and was inexplicably targeted. Mu yuan's training was the same as theirs, but inexplicably felt that Mu yuan's intensity must have been upgraded compared with them.

Super hell mode.

Jack stared at Mu yuan and fought alone.

Mu yuan was in a bad mood. When sleeping in the dormitory at night, ten people had a bedroom, and one of them said mysteriously, "you know, today, a special forces of a seal squadron passed through the South American training base, and it was just time to supply. Several of us quickly became one with them. This team is the best team of seals, and the former captain was jackanderson."

Mu yuan became interested and rolled over on the bed. "Then what? Is it the instructor who led the team out of the task?"

"No, the devil instructor seems to have gone on a latent mission. They don't know where the instructor is. It seems that the instructor was originally serving on the independence and belongs to the Marine Corps. He has military skills. Now he has entered counter-terrorism. I heard that he went on a latent mission, but I don't know where he went."

Mu yuan was a little disappointed.

"But I heard a news, hahahaha, it should be the gossip of the instructor."

"What gossip, instructor's girlfriend?" A soldier's little brother laughed obscene.

"Instructors will have girlfriends, hahahaha, don't be funny, which woman will fall in love with him if she is blind?"

Mu yuan retorted, "you can't say that. The instructor is very good, with a good face, a good figure, and promising prospects. What a good object. Should there be many women chasing him?"

"Village flower, you are not righteous." Eugene lay on the upper bunk and stared at him, "how can he speak for the enemy?"

"That is, a captain, an instructor, who doesn't please girls, is cold all day. Who likes it? Other girls now like little wolf dogs. A captain like this is very popular with girls. Is a captain getting taller?"

"Yes, I'm 175. Isn't this place where the sun supplements calcium? I've grown two centimeters since I came here a month."

"Wait, wait, don't talk nonsense, don't talk nonsense, what is the gossip of the devil instructor?"

One person laughed obscene, "today, a member of the seal squadron named Lehman, also from the Anderson family, is the cousin of our devil instructor. He told us a very hot gossip, and he said that the devil instructor is that..."

He compared a gesture that Mu Yuanquan could understand. Mu yuan saw that they were shocked and a little anxious, "what gossip, what gossip?"

Mu yuan thought to himself, ghosts can understand your gestures. We are not from the same country.

"Captain Yi is still young. Don't pollute his ears."

"Speak quickly, speak quickly, and stop talking nonsense." Mu yuan was more anxious by them.

"Captain, can't you understand?" The younger brother of the team next door said, "Lehman said that instructor Anderson likes men."

Mu yuan, "..."

The little brother also deliberately lowered his voice, a little mysterious, "or... The one who likes to be pressed."

Mu yuan, "..."