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No sooner had he finished speaking than a series of steady and powerful footsteps came from behind them, each step crunching on the compacted snow.

Several people turned around at the same time, and there was the White Eagle Commander, whom they were somewhat familiar with.

"Congratulations on your recovery, An Changqing, Su Yuehe, Long Ao, and Chen Guan."

The woman's voice was cool and aloof as she gave a brief greeting.

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

White Eagle's gaze swept past them, landing on the brightly lit training ground in the distance. His tone was utterly devoid of politeness: "The Parliament and the military have witnessed your performance this time. We appreciate your efforts, but the previous crisis also exposed a major weakness in our forces."

She looked away: "Our soldiers are used to relying on technology and weapons. Their physical strength and willpower are too fragile when faced with forces beyond reason."

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

Bai Ying glanced at him and nodded in agreement: "This student is right. It is indeed ridiculous. We arm them with the best equipment and teach them how to shoot accurately and how to cooperate in combat, but we have forgotten to teach them how to fight with their own will when their weapons are no longer effective."

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

"So, I need a few people to help me." White Eagle finally revealed his purpose: "I need you to serve as instructors for a period of time."

Long Ao was the first to speak. He turned to look at Bai Ying, his brows furrowed into a tight knot.

"Should we be their instructors?"

It's no wonder he had this question. Everyone has their own expertise; he can't even hit the target at 50 meters, so how could he possibly teach those people?

An Changqing frowned, but he was clearly thinking about something deeper.

"Commander, do you mean we should directly intervene in the military's internal training system?"

This is no small matter; there has always been an insurmountable boundary between the Great Wall and Parliament, and between the Academy.

"Boundaries are nothing but a piece of waste paper in the face of absolute crisis."

White Eagle saw through his thoughts and answered crisply, "This is my personal request for help."

Her candor was surprising.

"I need your strength, and even more so your experience, while they also need to learn survival skills—all sorts of things are welcome, and you can arrange it."

She added, word by word.

White Eagle's words brought a brief silence to the air below the lookout tower.

The group 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: "And you?"

Chen Guan shrugged, his expression indifferent: "I have no objection. Anyway, Dr. Zhou doesn't allow me to use my strength. Being a theoretical instructor shouldn't be considered violating medical orders."

It's not about not following the rules, but about following them gradually and systematically, so that those who follow first will influence those who follow later.

Bai Ying said nothing, turned and left; she still had many things to deal with.

In fact, Bai Ying couldn't understand why that all-powerful speaker would make such an arrangement, but obedience was in her nature, so she wouldn't ask any more questions.

And so, the matter was settled.

Early the next morning, at Training Ground No. 3, which had been temporarily opened in the North, five hundred elite soldiers drawn from various units stood in neat rows, completely silent.

They looked at the four young people standing on the platform with suspicion in their eyes, and a hint of barely perceptible resistance.

They were the best soldiers on the Great Wall, used to obeying orders, but the instructor in front of them was even a few years younger than the youngest of them, which was like a farce.

An Changqing, as the nominal person in charge, was the first to speak. He didn't say anything to boost morale: "Everyone, I know what you're thinking."

"But the truth is, the enemies you faced before were beyond the scope of your training, and we happen to be good at handling that scope."

His words were direct, and the soldiers below the stage stirred for a moment. Some of their eyes changed from doubt to dissatisfaction, but they quickly returned to silence under the restraint of military discipline.

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

After he finished speaking, he stepped down from the platform, and the training officially began.

The first to take over was Long Ao, whose method was extremely simple and brutal.

"Everyone, carrying 50 kilograms of weight, 10-kilometer cross-country run with full gear, let's begin."

Upon receiving the order, the soldiers below the platform were stunned. A bold company commander stepped forward and reported, "Instructor, this training volume has exceeded our standard for extreme training."

Long Ao glanced at him, his eyes cold: "So, are your usual methods even effective when facing powerful demonic beasts?"

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

"Those who can't keep up can quit," Long Ao said, offering no further explanation.

The soldiers gritted their teeth, shouldered their heavy equipment, and rushed into the swirling snow.

Long Ao's training lasted all day, and as a result, more than a third of the people collapsed due to exhaustion along the way, looking like a lump of mud.

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

Without looking up, Long Ao replied, "True willpower is squeezed out from the limits, not preached."

"But they are not us." An Changqing emphasized, "It's unreasonable to hold them to the same standards as those for people with superpowers."

The conversation between the two ended without result.

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

He divided everyone into fifty groups, drew complex tactical maps on the snow, and required them to complete coordinated advances and alternating cover in a very short time.

His theories were ingenious and his tactical designs were perfect, but the soldiers' reaction speed and tactical awareness were completely unable to keep up with his wildly imaginative ideas.

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

"Team 7, your flank has been exposed!"

"Why didn't Team 13 arrive at the target point on time?"

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

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

His swordsmanship was superb, and his mind could instantly devise hundreds of tactical variations, but he couldn't instill these skills into the minds of his soldiers.

There are too many people; this is not a case of one person's heroism.