When Mo Shangjun finished an apple, the other three members of the seventh group had all arrived.
The two who arrived first communicated with them using unconventional gestures, finally ordered by the Team Leader — Attack!
At the same time, Mo Shangjun tossed the apple core into the bonfire.
The "attack" gesture was made so obviously; did they really think she was blind?
Grumbling internally, the nearest person was already crawling out from the conspicuous bushes, clutching a stick picked up at random, charging towards Mo Shangjun.
Lifting her eyes to the sky, Mo Shangjun exhaled leisurely, catching the falling stone in her hand, she grabbed it with her fingers and tossed it at the person lunging at her.
"Ah ah ah— Ouch—"
With a cry of pain, the female soldier prepared to ambush was hurt, instinctively dropping her stick, clutching her forehead, squatting down on the spot.
Mo Shangjun played with another stone in her hand, incredulously glancing at her, "That hurts?"
