Please pull the trigger for this world one more time.

All nine young people sat down opposite Du Chi, looking at each other, somewhat bewildered, waiting for Du Chi to continue.

Du Chi, however, casually picked up his enamel teacup.

"Slurp..."

Mo Zian was curious about what kind of tea could cause such a commotion, and the aroma seemed rather strange.

It has the essence of grain.

Not long after, Shen Yi strode into the cafeteria and headed straight for their seats.

Several people, including Du Chi, stood at attention, and Shen Yi waved his hand.

"Please sit down, there's no need to be so formal in private."

Shen Yi sat down next to Du Chi with an air of authority, snatched the enamel mug, opened the lid, and gulped down a large mouthful.

Judging from the gradually saddened expression on the male duck's face, it's not hard to guess that the teacup definitely doesn't contain any tea.

"Ah...good tea, Du Chi, where did you get it from?" Shen asked, his eyes shining.

Du Chi lifted the lid of the cup and glanced at it, then stiffly looked up.

"Mula (gone)!"

"You have such a good thing and you didn't say a word? Be careful, or I'll bring Old Chiang and Old Chen to ransack your house."

"Muliang (gone)!!!" Du Chi's voice gradually became more and more mournful.

"You're hopeless... And stop howling at me. I've never shortchanged you."

Shen Yi ignored the duck that had broken its guard and turned to the nine young people opposite him. "I asked you to stay today because there is something I need to tell you."

According to reports, a large-scale military exercise will be held soon, with the Southern Army Group and the Southwest Army Group each sending an elite corps of about 2,000 men as opposing sides.

Meanwhile, the Southwest Army Group petitioned the Imperial Army Headquarters, specifically requesting that cadets from the Capital Military Academy participate in the exercise as an independent unit, with instructors serving as temporary commanders.

Although the official order has not yet been issued, the matter has been approved from above, and the preliminary date is set for the 140th of Mars.

Shen Yi paused slightly at this point, as if giving the young people in front of him some time to digest the information. Mo Zian, sitting in the first row, was unaware of what was happening behind him. He only knew that Luo Chong, sitting to his right, was breathing more frequently and rapidly.

Du Chi, who had just finished sipping the last few drops of liquid from his teacup, smacked his lips a few times and said indignantly, "Hmph, making a bunch of seventeen or eighteen-year-old brats combat personnel? I've never heard of military academy cadets participating in exercises as an independent unit! Boss, this is outrageous! Doesn't anyone in the military say anything about this?"

Shen Yi shook his head and said with a helpless tone, "How could he not say anything? The army group chief of staff went to the military headquarters in person, but the reasons they gave him left him speechless."

"What kind of bullshit reason could they possibly have?" Du Chi's brows furrowed into a deep frown.

Instead of answering, Shen Yi asked, "I'm asking you, how long is the basic training period for ordinary recruits in the Imperial Army?"

"Is that even a question? Of course, it's 90 days... Hey." Du Chi suddenly stopped talking, his fists clenched so tightly they cracked, and after a long pause, he finally blurted out, "Yin Bi..."

Mo Zian understood what was going on—

First of all, Shen Yi and his instructors came from the Southeast Group Army, which strictly speaking only includes the Air Force and Navy, although there are also a large number of marines within the Southeast Group Army.

Therefore, it was unprecedented for Shen Yi, an air force officer, to serve as an instructor at an army military academy, a position that transcended the traditional military system. This was unprecedented in the history of the capital's military academy and even in the military history of the Guangwu Empire.

Although I have lived two lives, the ways of the world are the same everywhere.

Mo Zian didn't understand how Shen Yi, or rather the Southeast Group Army, managed to take up a position across systems, but he knew that some people within the Army must have reservations about it.

This is not hard to guess; it's just human nature.

Moreover, it must be said that the army's approach this time is very cunning—ordinary people can go to the battlefield in 90 days, and these 90 days are starting from scratch, with a large proportion being spent on drills, discipline, and ideological education.

If things really get heated, the time for basic training will be compressed to a very, very short period.

Alright then, ordinary people are fine. You are the imperial elites from the capital's military academy, selected from among the enlightened ones. Why can't you go to the battlefield?

But in reality, it's far from that.

The actual training plan for the recruit company at the capital military academy is 180 days, meaning the training curriculum is completely different from a 90-day "crash course."

This has resulted in them not learning what ordinary recruits would learn, and learning what recruits would never learn.

In the end, they were just a group of young soldiers around 18 years old. Facing the formidable Southwest Army Group, the outcome was almost obvious.

"Report!" Mo Zian said after a moment's hesitation.

Shen nodded: "Go on."

"Sir, are we being looked down upon?" Mo Zian asked calmly.

The air became quiet for a moment.

Shen Yi and Du Chi exchanged a glance, then shook their heads: "No, to be precise, I was looked down upon."

"Then let's teach them a lesson!"

Mo Zian suddenly burst forth with a surge of bloodlust. "Back then, when the Chen Huan people stormed into my house, I was eight years old and had a rifle. I killed four or five of them and survived."

Now that I'm grown up, I have comrades by my side, weapons in my hands, and I've received the Empire's best training. What's there to be afraid of in an exercise?

"Yes, I agree!"

Luo Chong, standing to the side, slightly raised his chin and spoke with a hint of arrogance, "Use me in every battle, and victory is assured! You often taught us this phrase from your troops: 'So what if they're elite troops? We'll fight the elite!'"

A different light flashed in Shen Yi's and Du Chi's eyes. Shen Yi glanced at Mo Zian and Luo Chong a few times and nodded vigorously.

"Good! As expected of the soldiers I trained, I am very pleased with your spirit. Now that morale is no longer an obstacle, I will not say much more and it is time to solve the real problem."

Everyone pricked up their ears, waiting for Shen Yi to continue.

"Listen up, everyone. I'll repeat myself one more time. I'm telling you squad leaders in advance because I hope you, as the backbone, can help me stabilize morale. With a major battle imminent, unstable morale is a major taboo in military strategy."

Seeing the young people opposite him nod in agreement, Shen Yi continued, "Okay, let me ask you a question first: 'What is the personnel configuration of a full-strength ordinary company in the Guangwu Empire Army?' Luo Chong, you come from a military family, so you answer this question."

After being called upon, Luo Chong answered without hesitation: "A full-strength ordinary Imperial squadron usually consists of three full-strength platoons. Each platoon commander is assigned a dedicated messenger, and the squadron commander, in addition to an adjutant, is assigned at least three independent staff officers and a communications team."

"That's right, a very standard answer."

Shen Yi changed the subject, "But according to the established rules, a recruit company can only be led by a maximum of four instructors. That means that apart from me, only three squad leaders can participate in the exercise. Even the sniper instructor Lao Hu can't come. And you, as recruits, haven't had time to be assigned roles yet."

So now I am a squadron commander who has no adjutant, staff officer, communications team member, or messenger.

Furthermore, positions like reconnaissance and engineering troops are out of the question; there isn't even a dedicated machine gunner.

Shen Yi is right, this is indeed the biggest problem facing the training squadron right now.

A well-organized and combat-effective army is not something you can create by simply gathering a bunch of 200 good buddies together. This is not like playing a game where you can just draw a box with your mouse and press a shortcut key to form a unit.

Mo Zian knew that although in this world, some countries and regions could indeed put a bunch of gunners together and barely make up an army, it would definitely not work in the Guangwu Empire.

If you dare to do that, just wait until the exercise, you'll be beaten to a pulp. This has nothing to do with individual soldier quality.

Mo Zian stared intently at Shen Yi. Since the other party had raised a question, it certainly wasn't unfounded.

"A living person won't die from holding their pee, so I'm planning to make some temporary changes to my training plan. Today is the 121st of the month, and there are still more than ten days left. For you, there's still time to cram before the battle. Now, let me explain my personnel arrangements and training changes..."