Upon hearing Feng Yi's voice, the two men turned their heads at the same time, stood up straight and put on a facade as if nothing had just happened. Klein hastily picked up his shoes.

As a spiritual mentor, Feng Yi was solely responsible for guiding combat survival and did not include ideological education, but it seems that he should occasionally assist in some psychological work. As he walked in, both of them were already standing upright, as straight as model soldiers.

"Why did you stop fighting?" Feng Yi asked, hands behind his back, his gaze continuously roaming around the two.

"Reporting." Zhang Xiaobo was the one who spoke.

"Speak."

"Comrade Instructor, Klein and I are comrades in arms as close as brothers. Frictions between comrades are inescapable. What just happened was merely an attempt to deepen our comradery."

"And what would you do if sparks flew?"

Sparks flying? Klein's face turned red without reason upon hearing this. Feng Yi also suddenly realized his words were inappropriate and quickly changed his tone, "Is that so, Klein?"

"Yes, Instructor. As Xiaobo was saying, the army is a collective. Each of us soldiers should put 120% of our passion into training."

"I see." Feng Yi nodded subtly, pretending to understand. Seems like these two are trying to trick him. Their cooperation was commendable, but knowing Zhang Xiaobo's character, Feng Yi calmly said, "Since you're close comrades, why not shake hands."

"Comrade Xiaobo, I apologize for what happened earlier. I'm sorry." Klein was the first to extend his previously shoe-holding left hand, his face an undisguised look of glee.

"Wait, feeling a bit itchy." Xiaobo said as he slipped his left hand into his trousers, gave a couple scratches and quickly pulled it out to shake hands. Klein quickly withdrew her left hand and offered her right instead. Thus, both of them shook hands, each with their own agenda, to signify their friendship.

Shortly afterward, Feng Yi led them back to the training ground, signaling the two to resolve this small friction by embracing each other before joining the ranks, "Come, you two hug each other and let grievance go with a smile."

"Uh...I think I'll pass on the hug." Upon hearing this, Klein's eyes widened in disbelief.

"Absolutely not. We are all comrades whose bond is thicker than blood. Come on, come on, prove your friendships to your comrades." Feng Yi was acting like a blithely ignorant fool, but he was thoroughly enjoying it.

Upon hearing this, Klein furrowed her eyebrows in vexation. The thought of hugging this tubby man gave her an unsolicited chill. It seemed that this instructor was either a traitor, or purely naïve.

Well, since it's come to this, let's just hug. Klein didn't forget to slap a blow with her knee between Xiaobo's legs during the hug. She thought she'd be joining the ranks soon, but Feng Yi's next instructions were: do 1000 push-ups on the side, come find him when done, no dinner if not completed. Clearly, he was going to let them play their games until they could play no more, but they should be prepared for physical punishment.

While 1000 push-ups may seem a fairy tale in the eyes of an ordinary person, it's not such a big deal for the fighters of God's Thorn. But 1000 push-ups aren't something you just up and do. Klein deeply regretted her actions, hadn't she just hugged and shook hands, she wouldn't have been so exhaustingly punished by the results of Xiaobo's misfortune.

In the meantime, the hand-to-hand combat test was underway. After three rigorous rounds of selection, only a hundred or so soldiers remained standing on the field. They were the elite among the elite, the trump cards of the army.

One hundred men was still too many for Feng Yi. He needed to find someone among this group of top soldiers who could serve as team captain. The reason was simple - he was an instructor, not a nanny. There was no way he could handle this many people on his own, so he had to find someone who could take on the role of captain.

This was the only solution. After all, no matter how high your rank, if you don't meet the requirements, you won't cut it. The army is all about qualifications.

It was a scorching day, the sounds of the sirens rising up and echoing from the camp area. In the end, only four people remained standing: Wen Feng, a formidable man from Earth; Balun, a human-shaped tank from Alpha; Elvis from Big Macs; and a proud young girl, codenamed Icebird, from the Romantic Sky City.

It was now regular training time, but Feng Yi wanted the soldiers to see their own strength and select two as captains from among them. The two slots would be filled by Xiaobo and Klein. Although Feng Yi had initially not valued Klein's strength, her freehand control of the Whip Spear had confirmed his choice.

The sequence of the four-man showdown was Balun versus Wen Feng in the first battle, followed by Elvis versus Icebird.

Feeling the gaze of two thousand people are gathered on him, Balun's heart was already full of passion. He could feel the agitation in his cells...

From Alpha, to God's Thorn, and then to Mars, he had grown. Now, Balun, who had become an independent soldier, was fighting not only for survival, but also for his dream. He wanted to become a true Red Cloak pilot. He was the brave man in his family's eyes, the superior soldier among his comrades, and also one of the soldiers brought up by Feng Yi. He believed that Feng Yi would be proud of him.

"Boss, watch me." Balun said without looking at Feng Yi again, but gesturing a thumbs-up in Feng Yi's direction.

"Hmm, I'm eager to see what you can do." The spirited Balun in front of him reminded Feng Yi of his vibrant days in Alpha...

With a quick dash, Feng Yi leaped onto a training Mecha inside the camp, intending to observe Balun's growth more closely. What could be better than a good drink at this moment?

"Balun, go for it, I'm rooting for you..." Daphne screamed from the crowd. Old Smoke was cold as ice, he didn't say anything outwardly, but he was also continually cheering and applauding Balun in his heart.

Perhaps due to the atmosphere, the boisterous Balun abruptly tore open his shirt to unleash his wild side. The sight of his numerous scars and explosive muscles was visually striking, causing even his opponent, Wen Feng, to be momentarily taken aback, shrugged his shoulders and said, "I've been wanting to have a match with you for a while now, Balun."

"Likewise, I've been wanting to say the same thing."

With a muffled thud, Wen Feng took the first step, his combat boots causing tremors. Even the spectators could feel the vibration from the ground. Despite being slightly smaller in build compared to Balun, Wen Feng possessed a comparable height. As the cracking sound echoed... the clenching of his knuckles seemed to serve as a warning bell to Balun, as well as a tune to oppress his opponent.

The soldiers watching could feel the tension in the atmosphere. They should never be fooled by the so-called flashy moves. If two special forces fighters really started fighting, broken bones and torn tendons would be considered mild injuries. Every move they learned were deadly moves. If they didn't hold back, it could potentially result in a casualty.

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