Please pull the trigger for this world one more time.

The grueling training has begun again.

The mad dash, like that of Kuafu, has begun again.

The man-eating roar began again.

The venting-of-rage shooting resumed.

Oh, right.

The grueling skydiving training has begun again.

That's right, that's what Mo Zian thinks, and he absolutely refuses to admit that he's afraid of heights—

I'm an army soldier! An army soldier, you know!

……

This day marked the seventh day since the exercise, and Shen Yi organized a meticulously planned field training exercise.

Of course, the more meticulously Shen Yi planned, the more painful it was for the cadets at the capital's military academy.

The fully armed team, equipped with live ammunition, was led to a location on the outskirts of Mangshan Mountain, and then began its planned trek deeper into the mountains.

Along the way, Shen Yi arranged many subjects according to the route. Apart from the simple physical training projects, the overall subject arrangement was actually a simplified paratrooper operation behind enemy lines.

Simply put, the first step is a surprise attack and close reconnaissance of the predetermined target. After transmitting the coordinates and intelligence through the communication station, the next step is to infiltrate and encircle behind enemy lines.

The entire process of infiltration and encirclement also included smaller events such as armed swimming and armed rock climbing.

Once the encirclement was complete, according to Shen Yi's script, the small hill that was originally to be attacked had already been hit by air force and artillery fire, and the capital city cadets' task was to search and occupy it.

The so-called search and capture was actually a live-fire exercise with bombing, and many targets were set up in various places on the high ground.

Mo Zian had only fired two shots with the [Judge] when Du Chi stopped him.

"Flute, flute (Mo Zian's combat communication code name)! Stop firing the hell! Your cannon has already destroyed two targets!"

After that came the construction of temporary shelters. Each person had to dig a foxhole that was more than half a person deep, and then use the surrounding vegetation to make temporary concealment.

After huffing and puffing their way through, they went on to another round of live-fire shooting and grenade throwing training, with the background being a simulated ambush and interception of invading enemies.

Because of the weapon, Mo Zian was no longer allowed to shoot at the temporary target, so Shen Yi personally selected a random target for him.

After emptying several five-round magazines, Shen Yi held up his binoculars and said, "Northwest, do you see that deer in the distance?"

"Report: A mountain deer has been spotted near the bushes in the direction of Hai Shi (10 o'clock)."

"Yeah, that beast's got some nerve. It's so lively here, and it still dares to eat over there." Shen spat the straw he'd been chewing on aside. "Old Bi, give it to me..."

"boom!"

The next moment, Shen Yi clearly saw through the binoculars that a deer at least 1 mile (500m) away had its eye pierced. The deer, having lost half of its head, swayed twice before collapsing into the bushes.

"Fuck, that's a really good shot!"

Shen Yi patted Mo Zian hard on the back. "Old Bi, that's enough for your live-fire shooting today. This kind of live-fire shooting isn't very meaningful for you anymore... Your task now is to keep an eye on things and make sure nothing else gets snatched away by this deer."

"Yes."

After Shen Yi finished speaking, he pulled Mo Zi'an's walkie-talkie from his chest: "Du Chi! Du Chi!"

"Here! What's up, boss?"

"Northwest direction, do you see it?"

"Look, it's the 'add-on' one."

"Get a few people to carry it back later!"

"yes!"

After the live-fire exercise came the final part of the training – a rapid withdrawal. According to Shen Yi's plan, after repelling the enemy, the troops needed to quickly withdraw from their original positions and move to a safe location.

The so-called "rapid transfer" is essentially an enhanced version of a forced march.

In the end, Mo Zian, carrying the Judge, felt as if a mouthful of blood was stuck in his throat, ready to burst out at any moment.

"Mo Zian, watch your class's formation!"

"yes!"

Still dazed and confused from running, Mo Zian instinctively shouted behind him, "Mo Zian, watch out for your squad!"

Wei Qiao, running behind, asked, "Old Bi, who the hell is Mo Zi'an?"

......

after a while.

"Faster, faster!"

Finally, the last fully armed student arrived at the designated position. Shen Yi put away his pocket watch and waved to the side.

Before long, a group of auxiliary officers carried many large square iron trays to the front of the line.

To be honest, everyone was somewhat prepared when they saw the tray, but when the cloth on the tray was lifted, everyone was still stunned for a moment—

There were many game items scattered haphazardly on it, mostly birds, fish, and small animals caught from the mountains.

However, some of them are quite outrageous.

Each tray contained a small bowl of white, fleshy worms and at least one field mouse.

"Gentlemen! This is your lunch today. You are said to be the elite, so you must be able to eat what others cannot! I can tell you very clearly that eating this is unavoidable when marching and fighting."

Shen Yi glanced at everyone and continued, "Let me tell you a story from the past. Once, I led a team on a mission. We had been deep behind enemy lines for six days, and we had run out of individual rations. To stay hidden, we weren't allowed to light a fire, so I ate all kinds of raw food for two whole days."

"Let me make this clear from the start: if you don't eat, you won't be able to finish training this afternoon! And you know what the consequences will be if you don't finish training! Alright, let's eat!"

Each work group was assigned a large tray, and everyone looked at the "various" kinds of "fresh" lunches on the trays on the ground, and for a moment they were at a loss.

Mo Zian looked back at his team members, strode forward, glanced briefly at the contents of the tray, and without hesitation, took the bowl of insects and a field mouse.

He immediately received stares from all around, proving he was indeed the team leader.

Wei Qiao, the deputy squad leader, followed closely behind, gritted his teeth and took the other field mouse. Mo Zi'an nodded to Wei Qiao, and then looked at his squad members.

"Get your food! Quickly!"

"yes!"

With Mo Zian taking the lead, the remaining members of the team gritted their teeth and stepped forward to choose their own lunch.

"Sit down on my command!"

After everyone was seated, Mo Zian looked at Wei Qiao beside him.

"Ah Qiao, do you know how to do it?"

"No," Wei Qiao shook his head. "I've never even handled live fish since I was a kid."

"Wait for me a moment, let me teach everyone first."

"Um."

Mo Zian turned to his team members and, after carefully and patiently teaching them how to prepare their lunch, said to Wei Qiao, "Qiao, this thing needs to be cleaned thoroughly. Make sure you look carefully."

"Okay, don't worry."

After the two finished dealing with their respective field mice, Mo Zian looked up and found that no one had actually started eating.

Without saying a word, Mo Zian picked up a still-moving white worm with his hand and put it into his mouth.

One bite and it bursts with juice, carrying a hint of grass and wood, with no strange smell, and even a faint milky taste.

Overall, it wasn't actually that bad.

"Brothers, are you just going to watch the squad leader eat all by himself?" Wei Qiao said, then picked up a bug, closed his eyes, and threw it into his mouth.

Then this guy's eyes lit up.

With the two of them taking the lead, the insects in the bowl were quickly devoured, and then Mo Zian began to cut his field mouse into strips and eat them.

Wei Qiao followed Mo Zi'an's example, cut off a piece of rat meat, stared at it for a moment, swallowed hard, and then threw it into his mouth with his eyes closed.

After chewing it a few times haphazardly, I swallowed it.

With someone taking the lead, the members of the team finally pulled out their knives and started eating piece by piece.

Not far away.

Shen Yi watched as each work group began their meal, and secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

Wilderness survival has nothing to do with the amount of training or the level of martial arts skills; it's entirely a psychological hurdle.

People today are no longer accustomed to eating raw meat and drinking blood, because that is a step backward, a return from "civilization" to "savagery".

But Shen Yi always remembered something his father said to him when he first joined the army.

"War is the primary way in which civilization is unleashed."

……

night.

In front of everyone, Shen Yi announced the commendation order issued by the military—a collective third-class merit.

On the one hand, it recognizes the outstanding performance of the cadets from the capital's military academy in the Bailing exercise; on the other hand, it encourages these young cadets who have won their first battle. The collective third-class merit will award each of them an iron "collective merit" medal.

The deer that Mo Zian had caught during the day became a delicious dinner, but after dinner, the most common topic of conversation was what everyone had eaten for lunch.

Then everyone agreed that the best thing to eat at lunch was actually that bowl of meat worms.

Back in his dorm room, Mo Zian sat down at the table and opened the box.

A round iron medal lay quietly on the cotton pad. The medal was several sizes larger than a silver dollar, and the front of it featured a relief of a group of soldiers charging bravely.

The back features the inscription "United as one, we will overcome all difficulties together" in a hollowed-out design.

Mo Zian turned on the desk lamp and carefully examined and played with the medal under the light, while Han Dafu jumped up next to him at some point.

"Old Bi, it's just a lump of iron, what's there to see? It's not worth much money."

"That's not how it works. It's the first medal in my life, so it's worth commemorating."

Mo Zian turned to look at Han Dafu beside him and said with a smile, "Besides, we are soldiers. Medals are an honor for us soldiers, and honor is priceless."

Even if we take a step back, this is also proof that we all fought side by side.

Han Dafu blinked a few times, glanced at the medal he had casually tossed on the table, and then carefully put it back in the box before putting it in the drawer.