The lunch bell was about to ring. The large training ground was almost empty, the logistic trainees still there, their military posture not so strict, continuing to persevere. The roar of the drill song by the trainees from another program could be heard in the distance...
Among the personnel of the unit, Elvis had a robust physique. Even so, he too was dizzy and exhausted. The relatively weaker female recruits had already been sent to the infirmary - a result of orders given by Feng Yi to the medical staff shortly after he left.
A soldier; a respectable title. The gap between it and a civilian seemed so small yet so far. The process of transformation from a civilian to a soldier is never easy. If one can't even conquer essential military fitness, how is one to talk about the future battlefield?
