The horizon was gradually approaching dusk, and everyone gathered around the roaring bonfire felt a bit reluctant to leave. At this moment of great significance, it was a joyous part of life to enhance the atmosphere with some performances.
Tilling was to reap, reward followed the effort. It was unlikely that they would come to the mild climate of Mars for a second time in their lives, so Feng Yi chose to give his free time to the soldiers. He genuinely considered these men as brothers. Under the organization of Xia Xinru, the talented soldiers had already begun to display their skills. Of course, many more were chatting or discussing their dreams at the side. Far away, there were a fair number of people listening to a chubby blabbering.
Through relaxed conversations, the soldiers' evaluation of Feng Yi had greatly changed. At first, they regarded him as a mysterious instructor, but now he had become a heart-to-heart friend whom everyone felt comfortable talking to.
