"Block off the court."
"Yes!"
Suddenly, five hundred people shouted in unison, deafening and thunderous, almost making a player who had just gotten the ball drop it.
At that moment, no matter if they were from the first, second, or third battalion, warriors all had only one thought—
Damn!
That's freaking cool!
When you need people, there are people, when you need ability, there's ability, Mo Shangjun isn't some kind of bug in the military camp, is she?!
But, this thought was just fleeting, because in the next moment, the Infantry Camp brothers split into two groups, flanking from left and right, completely encircling the basketball court without leaving any gaps; even the cheerleaders from the second and third battalions were all enclosed within this circle.
The two hundred people from the first and third battalion were hardly worth mentioning among the five battalions and five hundred people of the Infantry Camp.
