Feng Yi's faux pas toward Klein, the pampered heiress of an ancient martial arts family who had never experienced any hardship, was masterful. Now, Klein was so furious that she bit down hard on her silver teeth. She decided that Feng Yi had gone too far this time.

Without any hesitation, she decided that she would make him pay for vexing her older sister. As soldiers, they weren't accustomed to relying solely on their virtues. They would use their raw power instead. Klein was determined to make Feng Yi regret his actions.

By the next day, the observant had begun to notice the unusual behaviour of Klein who imposed stricter rules on herself and her squadron of 500 soldiers in their daily lives.

Today's training exercise would be a test of endurance, carrying 30 kilograms of weight through all day, followed by a hand-to-hand combat training session at night. Feng Yi had carefully prepared a meticulous training regimen for the soldiers, with cycles repeating every week.

The God's Thorn soldiers were dumbstruck by the orders. The conditions on Mars were already harsh and their recent nightmarish experiences were still fresh in their minds. They did not look forward to repeating the grueling routine again in just a few days.

"Fall in, roll call, count off."

"1, 2, 3, 4, 5, complete…"

"Instructor, all the soldiers of the God's Thorn Corps have been gathered. Awaiting your instructions."

"Begin endurance training.

"Yes."

Once again, they set off into the outskirts of Mars. This time, the soldiers were carrying 30 kilograms more weight than previously. Under the baking sun, each minute was a painfully drawn-out ordeal. Their camouflaged uniforms clung heavily to their backs, constantly wet from sweat and then dried out, leaving behind trails of salt. The cycle repeated itself. Some people fell down, and even more were in a state of suspended collapse, struggling to hold up their exhausted bodies.

As the confidential secretary, Xia Xinru also had to participate in the training after finishing her official duties. Unfortunately, she had the weakest physical constitution and was one of the first to lose consciousness.

Feng Yi may have seemed cheerful in daily life, but he was stricter than anyone during training. After all, enduring hardship is a crucial part of becoming an exceptional soldier. A strong team of fighters must go through trials of fire and ice.

The military jeep traversing the sand dunes roared fervently... Angelina furrowed her brows in concern. Her fiery red hair, billowing in the wind, symbolized searing passion and unrestrained vivacity. But even she felt that Feng Yi was being too harsh: "It's already noon. Shouldn't we let the soldiers rest?"

Angelina was a clever person, and perhaps Feng Yi knew that had he not acted this way, she would have refused to leave. He had originally planned a gradual progression, but Angelina's proposed two-month mission deadline made him realize the urgency of time. Feng Yi couldn't understand why she would ask such a foolish question. During this race against time, being overly kind would only indirectly harm the soldiers. He shook his head, not caring enough to give her a reply or worrying about how others see him.

By evening, the weary soldiers were all lying sprawled on the ground. Klein couldn't resist the urge to taunt a chubby soldier, "Hey, porker, you look like a dead pig."

"Look who's talking. You're lying around too, half-dead."

"Tch! You even lost a shoe and you dare to tease me!" Klein retorted.

"How did you know?"

"Not just me. The whole camp knows."

"Whatever. I'm a dead fish. I can't get up."

The two of them ended up laughing...

"Get up, you pigs!" Ten minutes later, the whistle blew. Feng Yi harshly kicked the chubby soldier to make him stand up. It was time for body technique combat training. It was not the time for chit-chat.

"First team, second team, third team, fourth team, line up and take turns to spar one-on-one. Don't be afraid of hurting your opponents. The military has issued orders for you to have liquid rehabilitation containers. Any injury can be healed as long as you don't kill your mate. But, avoid targeting critical areas like the eyes, and don't forget the movements I've taught.Keep your body relaxed, be quick, accurate, and ruthless in your attacks. Tighten your muscles only at the moment of attacking. Remember, you're a team. The team with the worst performance will not have dinner tonight."

Upon hearing this, Balun was immediately enraged: "Brothers, beat them to death!"

Man needs food for survival, and starvation strikes fear into them. For Zhang Xiaobo, a self-proclaimed foodie, he was willing to tolerate a lot of things, but going hungry wasn't one of them. Upon hearing that he might have no dinner, the usually laid back man's eyes sharpened drastically, "Damn it, I'm going to go all out. If anyone tries to take away my food, they'll have to answer to me."

Once a man's passionate blood is roused, the consequences could be terrifying. Klein and Icebird, despite their formidable combat abilities, seemed a bit stunned. Although they were the team leaders, they lacked the innate fervor ingrained in male soldiers when it came to bonding with the troops.

The twilight bathed the camp in tranquility, suddenly broken by the ongoing clamor of punching and kicking, interspersed with cries of pain and anguish echoing like waves upon the beach.

"Reporting to the Instructor, one soldier broke his hand."

"Send him back to rest after setting the bone."

"Yes."

"Reporting to the Instructor, an unfortunate soldier fell on his back and ruptured an organ. His life signs are weakening."

"Immediately put him in the liquid rehabilitation container for treatment."

"Reporting to the Instructor, I lost my shoe."

"Klein, Icebird, you two take care of the chubby soldier."

"Reporting to the Instructor, Reporting, Reporting, Reporting…"

For a while, the huge camp was in total chaos. The medics bustling around the camp were sweating profusely. Sometimes, as soon as they set down a stretcher, they would have to rush to the infirmary to get more medicine. Even Kurara, who had been observing Feng Yi's progress from a distance, offered his help from time to time.

By the fifth day of training, the soldiers' initial perception of Feng Yi as an amiable instructor took a turn. He now appeared as a terrifying and ruthless taskmaster.

During the pitched battle, Xia Xinru's hair, formerly coiffed into a chic bun, became loose and disheveled falling in a messy ponytail, "Xia Xinru, why aren't you attacking your enemy?"

"I-Instructor, she's already exhausted."

"What a joke. She's still standing in front of you, isn't she? Do you plan to say something naive like that to your enemy? Showing sympathy won't necessarily earn you your enemy's mercy."

How unfair... Although she thought that, she also understood Feng Yi's good intentions. Perhaps there were times when she, as a woman, was often seen as wise, but when it came to serious matters, she would always fall short of a man's decisiveness. Before she had time to respond, her female opponent had already leaped into action, taking her by surprise.

The situation in the men's sector was even worse. The ground was a mess, with defeated soldiers moaning on the ground. The victorious soldiers did not cheer; they had forgotten to cheer. Instead, they were focused on breathing in fresh oxygen to reserve their strength. The remaining able-bodied soldiers would scramble to their feet time and again, using their last bit of energy to knock down the enemy in front of them.

Their movements had become noticeably slower. Their bodies, swaying like a flickering candle in the wind, looked ready to collapse at any moment. But they knew that they could not give up easily. As soldiers, they had to fight to the very end.

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