"Report!"
A warrior shouted from the crowd.
"Speak." Mo Shangjun lifted her eyelids.
"Deputy Mo, we really care about you. How about you designate a range, and we'll train ourselves! You can sit by and sip tea or something." The warrior with lower physical fitness thoughtfully and warmly suggested.
Everyone swallowed their saliva, somewhat nervously awaiting Mo Shangjun's response.
Mo Shangjun raised an eyebrow, "It's an honor to have such considerate warriors in the Second Company. How about this, you follow me first, if I stumble or get hurt, you can always jump in to help."
That person: "..."
Everyone: "..."
With words polished so perfectly, they truly had no response.
The young warrior who made the suggestion had no choice but to admit defeat, following Mo Shangjun with a mournful face.
Mo Shangjun clapped her hands and led them to start running.
