Please pull the trigger for this world one more time.

"You lot, keep your discipline in check!"

"yes!"

The officer next to them stopped the whispering, and Mo Zian also refocused his attention on the arena.

As time went on, the retests gradually became increasingly intense.

Although the results of the matches and their final outcomes were not disclosed, no one wanted to lose the competition. They were all seventeen or eighteen-year-old young men, all trained fighters, and both men and women were very combative.

Especially those who lost a lot earlier, as the test rounds gradually entered the second half, their mentality gradually changed, their offensive became more frantic, and their attacks became more ruthless.

With neither side willing to give an inch, many matches lasted a full three minutes, and many people were injured—but since it was still a martial arts competition, they held back their strength when they attacked, so the injuries were not too serious.

The atmosphere in the practice room grew increasingly intense, yet also increasingly tense.

However, in this stagnant yet intense atmosphere, a female soldier left a deep impression on Mo Zian, or rather, on everyone.

This person is tall, but she has two short braids like elementary school students. She usually looks timid and obedient, like a well-behaved girl.

The first victim walked into the ring with a smile on his face and his hands on his hips, then went to the infirmary with tears streaming down his face and his nose covered.

With a heart-wrenching scream of "Ah!", the man didn't even have time to react before the female soldier jumped up and headbutted him, knocking him to the ground.

Yes, it was a headbutt, and it happened while the person was jumping.

After the other person was taken down, the female soldier ran over to comfort him, crying all the while. It seemed like she wasn't faking it...

The same was true for the later victims; the headbutts were swift and brutal, and while they were genuinely polite, the blows were equally devastating.

This formidable woman is named Wei Ru.

Soon, as time went by, it was Mo Zian's turn to fight her.

"beep--"

As soon as the whistle blew, Wei Ru, who had been timid and hesitant when she was assuming a fighting stance, launched a powerful punch and charged straight at Mo Zi'an.

Wei Ru jumped up.

The surrounding spectators held their breath, because Mo Zian was one of the players with the highest winning percentage at the moment.

Then Mo Zian squatted down.

To be precise, it was a forward roll.

In the blink of an eye, by the time the others reacted, the roles of offense and defense had completely reversed.

At this moment, Wei Ru was in mid-air, her body completely losing its center of gravity. It was the time when her old strength was gone and her new strength had not yet been generated, and Mo Zi'an happened to appear under Wei Ru.

If this were a real battle, Wei Ru would be in danger.

Because she was wide open at this moment, even if Mo Zian were to headbutt her directly in the chest, she would die if she didn't react in time.

But now it's a competition, an exercise, and everyone here is one of us, comrades-in-arms.

Mo Zian stretched out his palms and pushed towards the opponent's abdomen. Wei Ru, who was in mid-air without any support, drew an arc in the air and fell directly out of bounds.

After staggering a few steps and regaining his footing, the other person looked terrified.

"Beep—Mo Zian wins!"

The whistle brought Wei Ru back to her senses. She bowed to Mo Zi'an from afar, while Mo Zi'an returned the bow respectfully and went back to his seat.

……

"Tsk...this kid is good, very good."

In the reading room on the second floor, Zhou Ting smacked his lips and said, "His methods and temperament are both excellent."

"Yes, Du Chi noticed him from the very beginning."

Shen nodded in agreement, "I talked to him later, and he is indeed a talented person, but I think he's overthinking things. What do you think, General?"

However, the old man sat in his chair, leisurely lit a cigar, smiled noncommittally, exhaled a puff of smoke, and changed the subject.

"Nephew Shen, have you made arrangements for dinner yet? The children are quite tired."

"Don't worry, General, there's definitely enough calories."

……

Shen Yi is absolutely right. The calories are definitely enough, but how it tastes is another matter.

Mo Zian stared blankly at the large portion of fried noodles on the tray—

That's right, it's the same food our great ancestors ate in our past lives. The only difference is that everyone also got an extra bowl of hot oil tea.

Since there were no spoons, everyone had to eat with their hands, and some people even spat out their food after taking a bite.

"I said, isn't this a bit moldy?"

"No, my uncle works at a grain store. This is probably a bit old and damp. It's not moldy, but... it'll be gone soon."

Mo Zian took a bite, and the taste was indeed indescribable. It was also too dry to swallow, so he picked up the hot oil tea and took a sip.

The oil and water in the tea oil meet the powder in the mouth, turning into an extremely viscous paste with a strange and slightly nauseating taste.

Fortunately, it could be swallowed. The paste successfully slid down the throat into the esophagus and then into the stomach.

This is yet another multiple-choice question with no options.

Everyone started eating fried noodles with oil tea like they were taking medicine, but there wasn't enough oil tea, so this time everyone had to use water to help them eat.

Moreover, these fried noodles must be eaten, especially for those who eat less raw beef at lunchtime. At least this is cooked and the calories shouldn't be wasted.

Then everyone started a pee-holding contest.

It turns out that the retest at the capital military academy not only tests physical fitness, awareness, shooting, and martial arts, but also the elasticity of the bladder.

When it was Mo Zian's turn to enter the arena, his opponent's kick almost made him pee his pants, and Mo Zian's kick almost made his opponent pee his pants as well.

The two were hesitant and timid, but neither wanted to admit defeat, so they simply wasted 3 minutes.

Every second of the time he had to endure it was agonizing. Mo Zian even wondered if he could regain that "bullet time" state by holding in his urine.

Finally, with a whistle, the toilet in the training room started its "waterfall cascading down three thousand feet" mode.

Once everyone had emptied their burdens and returned to their seats, Du Chi re-entered the practice room.

"Number 11, stand up!"

"arrive!"

"Step forward."

"Yes."

The group looked at each other, not knowing what had happened, but all had an inexplicable premonition.

"I'm sorry, your score has dropped below 60 points. You're out!"

The air in the practice room seemed to freeze for a moment.

A report card was handed to No. 11 by the assistant sergeant. The cadet held the report card and froze on the spot for a moment.

The person next to him took the opportunity to peek at the report card, which was filled with evaluations and deduction criteria, and almost every point deducted was justified.

"Number 16, stand up!"

The person whose name was called paused for a moment, their breath catching in their throat.

"Numbers 21 and 24, stand up!"

"You too, your scores have already dropped below 60, step forward!"

Four names were called in total. The four students, clutching their report cards, were all somewhat stunned.

"Hurry up! Stop dawdling. Do you expect me to carry you away in a sedan chair?"

"Yes! Yes..."

The four of them quickly recovered and followed Du Chi out of the training room. With their departure, the final stage of the test was fully ignited—

Clearly, this report card, which had been written at some unknown time, became a sword hanging over the heads of each of them.

Everyone unleashed their full potential, and even as time went on and their already dwindling energy was depleted, no one dared to slack off.

"Thump, thump, thump..."

Time was consumed by the intense atmosphere, and the wall clock struck twelve, its hands pointing to midnight (0:00).

Everyone's eyes betrayed their weariness, both physical and mental, but thankfully, the test was about to reach its final round.

With the last bit of ether in his body and the last bit of strength in his muscles, Mo Zian pressed his opponent to the ground. His body was completely exhausted, and he collapsed to the ground with his opponent.

"Beep—Mo Zian wins!"

"Trainees, please stand up and make room for your comrades behind you."

Mo Zian and his opponent helped each other to their feet and returned to their seats. Mo Zian felt his muscles spasming and trembling all over his body.

Unlike aerobic exercise like long-distance running, this competition is entirely an intense anaerobic exercise, accompanied by violent blows and vibrations.

However, in response to your physical actions, your mind also needs to be engaged and focused at all times.

So don't be fooled by the fact that it's only 3 minutes long, it's extremely physically demanding. And in the second half, when everyone stops holding back, the intensity level goes up a notch.

When the last group of trainees stepped onto the ring, both of them had reached their physical and mental limits, so they simply started wrestling.

The postures were ugly, even resembling a street brawl, but everyone gritted their teeth and persevered.

Sweat dripped from their hair, mingling in mid-air before dripping to the ground, causing one of them to slip and fall.

"beep--"

With the sound of the whistle, the third round of retesting finally came to an end.

All the officers left the training room, leaving only the auxiliary officers standing guard around. The group sat in their seats, staring at each other, wondering what was really going on.

The group waited and waited. Some people started to look around anxiously, wanting to say something, but were stopped by their companions with their eyes.

It was estimated that about half an hour later, footsteps were heard outside the training room. Shen Yi pushed open the door, and an old man led the way into the training room.

"stand up!"

Everyone jumped up from their benches and looked at the three golden dragon badges on the old man's collar.

"salute!"

The old man walked slowly to the front of the line and returned a military salute just as earnestly.

"The ceremony is complete!"

Shen Yi walked to the side of the line and began to organize the team.

"Everyone, take three steps forward!"

"Right dress!"

"At ease... Attention!"

After the twenty-odd people lined up, Shen Yi turned to the old man: "Reporting to the vice principal, the first batch of those who passed the test have assembled. Please give instructions!"

"At ease."

"yes!"

Shen Yi turned his face again: "Everyone, listen to my command, stand at ease."

After lining up, Shen Yi came to the old man's side and stood in a row with the other officers.

The old man cleared his throat and said with a smile, "Let me introduce myself first. I am Chen Zhiming, and I serve as the vice principal here. In recent years, His Majesty the Prince has been in charge of the overall situation in Xin Nan Province, and I have been in charge of managing this place."

Although he was full of lofty ambitions, he also felt the sorrow of a martyr in his twilight years and often worried about where the successors of the empire would be and whether they could stand up for the backbone of our army in the future.

But after seeing you all today, all my doubts have been dispelled!

In you, I see the fighting spirit, courage, and wisdom of the new generation of soldiers of the Empire. I can assert that every drop of blood flowing in your veins is so intense that it can melt the Empire's enemies.

You have ambition, ideals, aspirations, and passion, and I happen to have the empire's best steel guns here!

Dear juniors, fellow soldiers, and comrades-in-arms, from this day forward, you will all stand out here!

"May God bless my glorious empire! May God bless the sons and daughters of Han China! Let us all shout with me: 'Glorious empire!'"

The crowd exclaimed, "Our military fortunes will surely prosper!"