"Good luck…Good luck!"
On the four-hundred-meter training ground, the first batch of five recruits from the first squad began their training.
On the sidelines, the recruits cheered loudly, full of enthusiasm.
Not far away, the seasoned soldiers of the Iron Blood Company watched with amusement, reminiscing about their own past.
"What a familiar scene. Last year, I was also that high-spirited," sighed a veteran as he observed the cheering recruits.
However, in the next moment, the veteran bit their head off.
"You newbie!" The one who made the swift move scolded with a laugh, "You're barely a fresh recruit yourself! Why are you pretending to be an old squad leader?"
"Hehe, I guess you're right. I may have been around for a bit longer, but I'm no veteran," the soldier admitted, his tough facade crumbling.
"That's true. When these new recruits join forces, you'll become the experienced ones," the other soldier remarked.
