"Hurry, hurry, hurry~"
Under the cover of night, Wang Ye stood on the roadside, urging on the passing troops in a low voice.
It was a night march, tonight's mission.
The plan was to march from 8 o'clock all the way until 10 o'clock.
It was already the third night of training, yet the troops had only covered barely a hundred kilometers.
This was because the training route had been interspersed with assessment tasks.
At the moment, Wang Ye wasn't just urging the new recruits; he also bore the responsibility for several soldiers.
He couldn't afford to have them running and suddenly realizing some soldiers were missing when they reached their destination.
Soon, as the last new recruit passed by him, Wang Ye confirmed that no one was missing, then he lifted his leg and followed suit.
But before he caught up, Wang Ye turned around.
Three days.
The special forces troops had not launched an attack yet.
