The next day, it was still raining, and a strong wind was howling.
Bean-sized raindrops pelted down on their bodies, and the roaring hurricane seemed like it could blow people off the ground. Yet, despite the harsh weather, the Hailu army warriors still didn't reduce their training volume; rather, it seemed to be increasing.
Mo Shangjun could only be a spectator.
However, she refused to be bored and insisted on donning a raincoat to play with that group of battered men.
Unlike Mu Qixuan, Mu Qixuan seldom punishes his soldiers harshly; as long as they complete their tasks, he verbally praises them. But his soldiers are often dissatisfied with their achievements, and hence roll their eyes at Mu Qixuan one by one.
As for Mo Shangjun, there's rarely a time when she doesn't go hard on them.
She couldn't personally step in to hit these elites, but she had countless subtle ways.
