To prevent the special forces guys from gossiping, to pursue their dreams, and for the sake of the storage capsules, the logistics soldiers were going all out today.

The most passionate among them was Balun. He had already been the tail end of this team once and vowed never to be in that position again: "Climb faster, haven't you had enough to eat? Please, brothers and sisters, don't hold me back, or else, hehe..."

With these words, Balun cracked his whip twice, frightening the other system soldiers. Damn, wasn't there a clear prohibition against physical punishment now? If they were to report him, it would be a done deal, but it would be of no use. This was Feng Yi's teaching method. In times of real war, no one cares about your complaints. Usually, the army would hurriedly teach some basic combat theory knowledge before being rushed to the front lines. Seeing the results of this method in such a short time would only bring joy to the higher-ups.

The rules were the same in every military school and army: there were no impossible tasks, only soldiers who disobeyed orders. Some of the cadets who were whipped were so enraged - they were smacked by their squad leader; their own fathers had never beaten them this hard. The angry cadets had had enough! Someone shouted and unexpectedly charged from the end of the line to the middle of the formation.

"Damn it, Balun, maybe it'll be your turn next, just you wait." At that moment, the young soldiers burst into a fit of furious determination, dust rising from the ground as they quickly increased their crawling speed.

The adorable nurse looked on in daze... Even though this logistics squad was working incredibly hard, there was a certain contagious vitality about them. Yes, they were resilient, full of energy, and their indomitable will seemed to have seeped into their bones.

When it was time for forward diving and backward falling practice, those men dove toward the ground like they were insane, eager for the taste of the whip. They were determined to outpace each other in all training exercises, whether it be long-distance running, military bearing, or anything else.

Was this all due to the instructor named Feng Yi? No one knew where he had run off to, but the nurse suddenly felt that the instructor was very powerful. When the mysterious instructor reappeared after noon, Feng Yi casually issued a series of orders while holding a handout. The first order immediately sent everyone into a frenzy!

"You've all performed very well, even as the last team. So, disband and gather again at the large training field at 1 pm - the last team stays to continue training."

Upon hearing this, Balun and his fellow trainees were stunned. They looked at each other with bitter expressions, "Damn it, all because of your weak performance."

"Guys, c'mon, we're all in the same boat."

"Boat, my ass! We'll spare you this time. If you drag us down again tomorrow, we'll beat you together."

The poor guy's face instantly turned green.

The afternoon training still persisted. The afternoon course was gravity training, starting with 2 times the normal gravity. Most trainees had never really been in a gravity room and had little understanding of what 2 times of gravity meant. Not until they entered the gravity room did they realize that things were not as simple as they had thought.

Their internal organs were simultaneously subjected to immense pressure. The gravity room's safety monitor recorded the basic physical attributes of all trainees. Among hundreds of trainees, less than ten could easily withstand high-gravity conditions or go directly into the 3 times gravity zone. This was largely based on individual physical conditions.

Feng Yi's requirement was, as long as one could move freely in the 2 times gravity area and perform 30 push-ups, they would be considered qualified. During this period, the team leader had the right to enjoy a break.

Although the school had yet to officially open the use of gravity rooms, rules were still rules.

On Mondays they focused on physical training, on Tuesdays it was loaded running, and on Wednesdays it was grappling and weapon usage training. This was the day many soldiers looked forward to the most. It was simple, every Wednesday, soldiers got the chance to practice their shooting skills with plastic bullets, and Feng Yi would always share some weapon tips, or stories, before ringing the evening bells.

For example, during an emergency, it might be necessary to handle a magazine violently, after all, time was life.

In battle, it was best not to fire off the last round, as a weapon was a soldier's second life. If you fire all your bullets, your threat to the enemy will decline sharply, and the enemy will no longer fear you. Of course, you can bluff with words, but how many battles will give you the opportunity to talk?

Then, there was the hand-to-hand combat. Feng Yi tirelessly taught basic fighting techniques. Some were improvised from traditional skills, others were revolving around basic patterns in old-fashioned ways. Many times, similar patterns could bring unexpected surprises. As the saying goes, everything changes but remains the same, once you break through the surface, fighting becomes simpler.

However, due to individual factors, some soldiers could not fully grasp special fighting techniques, like asking a heavy person to learn boxing or a girl to learn sumo. Feng Yi divided everyone into four groups according to their characteristics. These people also had special combat skills that they must learn, like the special killing techniques.

The technique of slashing the throat with one hand, the One-finger Heart Piercing, the Black Tiger Heart Digging... Any fatal point on the human body, Feng Yi taught it all. As for the whole body-strengthening stuff like breaking rocks with the chest, Feng Yi simply did not teach them. One reason was time constraint, and the other was still time.

By Thursday, the knowledge acquired was not as easy to grasp as physical training. The use of modern weapons and battlefield situation sensing were very important. As it is known, a commander's strategic vision can even determine the fate of a unit. These cadets, who will graduate from the military academy, will most likely start their careers as officers, perhaps being assigned directly to a battalion, or becoming a military advisor. They had a lot to learn.

In the morning, Feng Yi only arranged some battlefield situation analysis and command deduction courses. Of course, the courses were arranged by him, but he was not the one teaching. He knew how to teach, but could not express himself as eloquently as professional lecturers. His simple explanations were very lively and easy to remember, but compared to experts, he would miss some seemingly unimportant details, like commonly used echo number codes.

For an intelligence officer, a set of codes might be extremely clear. But, suppose a military officer with only a rudimentary knowledge of this area has to execute an urgent mission independently. In that case, getting stuck at the key moment because of a code problem could spell disaster.

To avoid unnecessary trouble, Feng Yi decided to overhaul their knowledge. During the teaching process, he sometimes performed strategic exercises with the trainees.

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