Morning, eight o'clock sharp.
Ancheng Army Academy's training ground.
The young students, who had just caught their breath, once again arrived at the field they detested.
From eight to eight-thirty, there were two activities, one was raising the national flag and taking an oath; the other was a straightforward reporting, where the whole day's disciplinary rules were explained.
The freshmen, tormented by the five-kilometer run earlier in the morning, essentially breathed a sigh of relief when faced with tasks that did not require frantic running and proceeded orderly.
However, half an hour later, the motionless military posture training nearly killed them.
"This standing at attention, it's very simple."
Standing in front of the team, Mo Shangjun spoke leisurely, but after sweeping her gaze over numerous indescribable poses of attention, Mo Shangjun somewhat regretted saying such a thing.
