It was a drizzling morning, marking the beginning of a new week. Wang Ye and his fellow classmates from Class Five stood on the training ground, their bodies held straight and motionless.
In truth, it wasn't just the fifth squad; all the recruits in the company were in the same position.
Nine classes stood in rows, separated by a small distance on the track of the training ground, forming a unique assembly line for the formation assessment.
Last week had been mostly filled with queueing, with the exception of the first day's rain training. This week, the recruits had come to understand the truth behind the saying that the most comfortable time was always in the past.
The military posture sessions seemed to stretch endlessly, with the duration increasing incrementally until their bodies would cramp up.
The repetitive steps of the stride, the start, and the jog left their soles numb.
Turning and turning again until dizziness set in.
