"Instructor, I have no more questions."

"Join the formation."

"Yes, sir."

"Any other soldiers with questions, now is your chance."

The answer to Feng Yi was a resounding collective reply that pierced the sky: "None!"

"Good." Feng Yi nodded satisfyingly, silently praising the high morale of this elite force, "Free time for thirty minutes, same place on standby in half an hour. Dismissed."

With that said, the whole formation dissolved promptly. Every soldier present was already at their physical limit. Some female comrades fell to the ground sloppily like half-dead sows. It's unthinkable that such a scene would occur in God's Thorn, a troop known for its strict discipline. What's more, these female soldiers were trained by her. This seemed like a slap to her own face.

Angry, Kula stormed forward and kicked out, "You, you, you and you, stand up. Look at what you've become."

The kicked female soldiers were very upset. They quickly stood up straight, massaging their hips.

Maybe to others they were the unattainable God's Thorn elites, or they might be people coming from military families with strong connections, but who was Kula? She was a high-ranking officer within Greedy Wolf's division, an independent combat unit.

"Forget about it, training is training and rest is rest. Soldiers deserve some respite. You were so worried about them being too tired and argued with me, how come you're changing faces faster than flipping a book now?"

Feng Yi's words caught Kula off guard. She couldn't find the words. She's already embarrassed in front of her soldiers. It's really... enough! "Humph, they are different matters." Kula coldly retorted and walked away.

"I'm telling you, sis, try to laugh more often, you actually look pretty when you laugh. Don't keep a poker face all the time. - Right, brothers?"

Kula was furious. She was originally feeling guilty about the previous incident, but being addressed as 'sis' threw her guilt for Feng Yi out the window. Kula left the training camp in anger, stomping her feet, thinking "You just wait."

Feng Yi's words immediately resonated with the soldiers. Kula did not dare to respond in front of them. When she stepped away, the brothers burst into laughter, and many people even began to cheer... The instructor knew what they liked indeed.

As an instructor, Feng Yi in his daily life was more like an old friend who could talk about anything. In just a half day, he was already getting along well with the soldiers. He sincerely praised Zhang Xiaobo's willingness not to abandon his comrades, although the fat man still couldn't avoid a couple of penalty kicks.

After all, cohesion is the key to leading a team. The special training will continue. Half an hour later, everyone gathered, and Feng Yi's second class began: running.

In the battlefield, speed equates to everything. As the saying goes, the art of war is all about speed. Whether it's tracking or counter-tracking, the key is being able to run. The path you take is extremely important. Feng Yi's teachings are full of masterful survival skills that God's Thorn's army could barely learn. After half an hour of rest, the soldiers, now lightly dressed and armed, were ready to go.

"Soldiers, please recognize the coordinates on your map. Today's second class involves a high-speed march of 80km through the temperate zone of Mars. You need to cross the Olympus Mountains, about 30km wide. You must correctly judge the weather, geographical position based on conditions and your own experience. Use your eyes and feelings to determine the path ahead, climb the mountain peaks with your hands and challenge your physical limits again and again - For this the light load march, each person is only equipped with one emergency nutrition pill, a pound of beef, flint. Remember, in this not-so-hot summer, fire and water are your biggest survival resources. The Olympus river is swift and unpredictable, and it is not as calm as it seems. The changing weather will be your biggest obstacle. Do not record the scenery along the way. In this race against time, I hope you will be the final winners. Are you all aware of this?"

"Yes!" The response blasted into the sky.

A few minutes later, the transporter lifted off. The quiet cabin suddenly became bustling as everyone started whispering and discussing various topics. Some talked about their dreams, some gossiped about women, and others fantasized about how they could grow within the army.

Daphne suddenly spotted Elvis. The member count of the elite force was so high that they hadn't had a chance to talk, let alone catch up with old friends. This time, by chance, they happened to be grouped together. "Hey, darkie, what's your dream? How'd you and chubby end up here?"

"Dream? Don't talk to me about dreams. I wanted to become an ace driver to make ends meet. But now, haha, I would be satisfied with becoming a Red Cloak - How about you guys? How have these years treating you, and what plans do you have for the future?"

"Well..." Cupping her pointed chin, Daphne appeared thoughtful. "Maybe stay in the army. If I can't stay, then I'll go back home decisively and switch careers to gaming commentary, have you heard? The hosts who commentate on Revenge Shadow Rider are all the rage."

"Haha, seems like you've fallen in love with money - Old Smoke, what about you? Are you planning to continue being the perpetual runner-up?" Elvis turned to Old Smoke.

"Get lost, you're everywhere." The exposed Old Smoke's face turned black. He was indeed inferior to Mu Tou in shooting. His skills were taught by Feng Yi himself. Now, Mu Tou has become a national-training-objective. Even though his shooting skills could stand out, it was also the reason why he was selected to join God's Thorn. His weakness was too glaring: close combat was always his Achilles heel.

Speaking of Balun, he was even crazier. Balun had always strived to become a super soldier and remembered clearly the evaluation that Feng Yi had given him in the past. Anyone could become a super soldier. Maybe his talents and experience were currently leading everyone else. But, talent only accounted for a small proportion. Most of it was dependent on acquired accumulation. Perhaps these words were just Feng Yi's encouragement as an instructor, but they have always been imprinted in Balun's mind and are unforgettable.

Feng Yi was always the person he respected the most. Now, that fearless man who constantly pushed his brothers forward had already stood on a bigger stage. It can be said that being in God's Thorn was largely due to Feng Yi's credit. But in comparison, weren't the steps of everyone else a bit slow? When Balun voiced his thoughts, apart from Chubby continuously shaking his cheeks like a drum, everyone else was momentarily silent.

"What's all the chatter about back there? I can hear you all, you know." Feng Yi walked over and sat closer, his arm casually draped over Daphne's shoulder.

"Hehe, of course we were talking about you. Truly unkind."

Pointing at his nose in confusion, Feng Yi said, "While I may not be good in everyone's eyes, but I reckon I'm still considered fairly handsome, suave, remarkable and shrewd. Burp... How am I unkind?"

Daphne giggled, "You may be a busy man, but you didn't even bother to meet your old friends. Isn't that unkind?"

"That's a good suggestion, but not now. Wait until you guys have mastered the skills, then I'll host a welcome party for you. How does that sound?"

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