"Recalling the bitter and the sweet, though our living conditions have improved, we mustn't forget that during the Long March, we martyrs survived on roots and even lacked those.
Everyone must consume these two steamed buns this morning. If anyone dares to squander them, they'll go without sustenance during training!"
Beside the unit, Wu Jianfeng pulled out a megaphone and proclaimed.
The cold, dense steamed bun was indeed hardly palatable. The main issue was its lack of sweetness. When chewed, it crumbled like dry flour. Those recruits unfamiliar with this sustenance found it quite a challenge to swallow.
Nonetheless, no matter how challenging, it had to be ingested.
Among the troops progressing at a standard pace, each individual gripped a steamed bun in one hand and a water bottle in the other, nibbling and sipping.
Wang Ye was no exception. At this instant, the instructor still held the flag while allowing him to eat first.
