It was the late days of winter in the southern region, and the firing range occupied a spacious expanse amidst the mountainous terrain. The wind, brisk and biting, swept through.
The flag that Wang Ye had been carrying was now hung on a not-so-tall flagpole nestled in a corner of the firing range.
"Whoosh…"
The flag fluttered, its fabric resonating.
Even though the recruits' faces were numbed by the cold gusts, their hearts burned with determination.
Wu Jianfeng stood before the assembly.
"Comrades, after over two months of rigorous training, you are on the cusp of embracing your inaugural shot in your military journey.
This marks an entirely fresh outset for each and every one of you."
