In the military command room, more than ten computers simultaneously displayed the situation of the new recruits enduring their wilderness hike, each computer showing six to twelve split screens.
Eighty new recruits, right out of the gate, five of them had their luggage monopolized by their mates. They were still persevering, but this kind of perseverance seemed hopeless.
By three o'clock in the afternoon, ten and a half hours since the start, the proctors sitting in the command room already had a rough idea of the standing of each group.
Lu Ziqing sat with his arms crossed, in the front row, next to him was Qi Yong. Unlike Ziqing, Qi was holding a clipboard, diligently recording the performance of these recruits during their trek.
When Duan Chen entered the room, complete silence fell. Everyone shared the same expression, eyes wide, holding their breath and focusing intently on the scene displayed on the second surveillance screen.
