Two minutes later, Mo Shangjun realized that those wearing army camouflage were merely spectators at the training ground.
And just being spectators created a certain pressure on the Frogmen, resulting in frequent mistakes and prolonged time, which made them extremely anxious. Even that young officer they saw yesterday was sweating profusely, occasionally glancing at those leisurely outsiders, with an expression of contrast.
Conversely, the spectators were in small groups, either chatting with arms around each other or sitting on the ground drinking water watching, the contrasting states were very obvious.
Even from this far, Mo Shangjun could sense the confrontation and tension between the two groups.
Mo Shangjun raised her eyebrows speechlessly.
It's the same at the camp, and here with the Frogmen, just how much do Ya Tianxing's soldiers fear peace in the world?
"Momo!"
Just while she was lost in thought, a call suddenly came from downstairs.
