Instructor

As soon as his voice fell, a steady and powerful sound of footsteps came from behind them. Step by step, the footsteps landed on the compacted snow, making a creaking sound.

Several people turned around in unison. It was Commander White Eagle, someone they were quite familiar with.

"Classmates An Changqing, Su Yuehe, Long Ao, and Chen Guan, congratulations on your recovery," the woman said in a cold voice, simply greeting them.

"Commander White Eagle, do you have a new mission for us?" An Changqing asked.

White Eagle's gaze passed over them and landed on the brightly lit training ground in the distance. Her tone showed no trace of politeness: "Your performance this time has been witnessed by both the Parliament and the Military Department. Thank you for your contributions. However, the previous crisis also exposed a huge shortcoming in our troops."

She withdrew her gaze: "Our soldiers are used to relying on technology and weapons. Their physical fitness and willpower are too fragile when facing forces beyond common sense."

Long Ao couldn't help but let out a soft snort from his nose, which was clearly audible in the silent air.

Surprisingly, White Eagle glanced at him and nodded in agreement: "This classmate is right. It is indeed ridiculous. We equipped them with the most sophisticated equipment and taught them how to shoot accurately and how to cooperate in battles, but we forgot to teach them how to fight with their own will when their weapons lose their effectiveness."

An Changqing seemed to have guessed something: "So?"

"So, I need your help," White Eagle finally stated her purpose. "I need you to be instructors for some time."

Long Ao was the first to speak. He turned his head to look at White Eagle, his brows knitted into a tight knot.

"Let us be instructors?"

No wonder he had such a question. Everyone has their own area of expertise. He couldn't even hit a target fifty meters away when shooting. How could he possibly teach those people?

An Changqing also frowned, but obviously, he was thinking about deeper issues.

"Commander, do you mean to let us directly intervene in the military's internal training system?"

This was no small matter. There had always been an insurmountable boundary between the Great Wall, the Parliament, and the academy.

"Boundaries are just a piece of waste paper in the face of absolute crisis," White Eagle saw what he was thinking and replied simply and neatly. "This is my personal plea for help."

Her candor was quite unexpected.

"I need your strength and more importantly, your experience. And they need to learn survival skills, all kinds of them. You can arrange them as you like," she added word by word.

White Eagle's words made the air under the watchtower fall into a brief silence.

The several people exchanged glances, and finally An Changqing spoke on behalf of everyone: "We understand, Commander."

Long Ao shrugged, indicating that he didn't care.

An Changqing sighed and looked at Chen Guan: "What about you?"

Chen Guan shrugged, showing an indifferent expression: "I have no objections. Anyway, Doctor Zhou doesn't allow me to use my power. Being a theoretical instructor shouldn't violate the doctor's advice."

It's not about not obeying, but about obeying step - by - step and in a planned way, letting the initial obedience drive the subsequent obedience.

White Eagle said nothing and turned to leave. She still had a lot of things to deal with.

In fact, White Eagle couldn't figure out why the all - powerful Lady Speaker had arranged such a thing. However, obedience was her nature, and she wouldn't ask more questions.

So, this matter was settled.

Early the next morning, on the temporarily opened No. 3 training ground in the North, five hundred elite soldiers selected from various troops were standing in neat formation, silent.

They looked at the four young people standing on the high platform, their eyes full of suspicion and a faint trace of resistance.

They were the best soldiers of the Great Wall, used to obeying orders. But the instructors in front of them were even younger than the youngest of them. This was simply like a farce.

As the nominal overall person - in - charge, An Changqing was the first to speak. He didn't say any words to boost morale: "Guys, I know what you're thinking."

"But the fact is, the enemies you faced before were beyond your training scope, and we happen to be good at dealing with that kind of situation," he said directly.

There was a stir among the soldiers below. The looks in some people's eyes changed from suspicion to defiance, but soon they returned to silence under the restraint of military discipline.

An Changqing continued: "In the next four days, we will train you in our own ways. All you need to do is try your best to keep up."

After saying that, he stepped down from the high platform, and the training officially started.

Long Ao was the first to take over. His method was extremely simple and crude.

"All of you, carry a fifty - kilogram load and do an armed cross - country run of ten kilometers. Start now," he ordered.

As soon as the order was given, the soldiers below were stunned. A bold company commander stepped forward: "Report to the instructor, this training volume has exceeded the standard of our regular limit training."

Long Ao glanced at him with a cold look in his eyes: "So, is your regular training useful when facing powerful monsters?"

The company commander was so choked that he couldn't say a single word.

"Those who can't keep up can quit," Long Ao left this sentence and didn't explain anymore.

The soldiers gritted their teeth, carried the heavy equipment on their backs, and rushed into the swirling snow.

Long Ao's training lasted for a whole day. As a result, more than one - third of the people collapsed on the way due to physical exhaustion, as weak as a puddle of mud.

In the evening, An Changqing found Long Ao and got straight to the point: "They are ordinary people with physical limits. You're destroying them."

Long Ao didn't even lift his head and replied: "True will is squeezed out from the limits, not taught through preaching."

"But they are not us," An Changqing emphasized. "It's unreasonable to demand the same standard from them as we do from those with special abilities."

The conversation between the two ended without a result.

The next day, it was An Changqing's turn. His method was completely different.

He divided all the people into fifty groups, drew a complex tactical map on the snow, and required them to complete coordinated assaults and alternate cover within an extremely short period of time.

His theory was exquisite, and his tactical design was almost perfect. However, the reaction speed and tactical qualities of the soldiers couldn't keep up with his imaginative ideas at all.

Throughout the whole morning, the training ground was filled with his repeated commands and the flustered figures of the soldiers.

"Group 7, your flanks are exposed!"

"Group 13, why didn't you reach the target point at the specified time?"

"Attention everyone, I said to complete the formation change within three seconds, not thirty seconds!"

By the afternoon, An Changqing's voice was hoarse. He sat tiredly on the high platform, looking at the still chaotic formation below, and for the first time, he felt a deep sense of powerlessness.

He was extremely proficient in swordsmanship, and his mind could instantly conceive hundreds of tactical changes. But he couldn't instill these into the minds of those soldiers.

There were too many people. This was not a one - man show of heroism.