The hospital is too busy, so I'm going to join the army and become a top soldier!

Wei Shanjia hung up the kettle, adjusting his belt as he muttered to himself.

"Brother, I have a bad feeling about this."

"They ran around until dark yesterday, and this morning they checked the internal affairs."

"Now that formal training is about to begin, I have a feeling that Lao Gao and the others are up to something again."

Shen Yan glanced at him.

"You're only just realizing this now? Old Gao and those veterans are all old hands; they've got a knack for playing dirty tricks on people!"

Wei Shanjia nodded deeply in agreement.

Ga Wa, who was adjusting his hat nearby, nodded seriously when he heard this.

"Friend, your premonition came much too late. You should have known it was ominous the moment you put on your military uniform."

Wei Shanjia's lips twitched.

"Little boy, your words are getting more and more hurtful."

The little boy had a simple and honest face.

"I wasn't trying to hurt your feelings; I was just helping you face reality."

Wei Shanjia was completely speechless.

Class Two quickly assembled downstairs.

Gao Zhenhai glanced at everyone's water bottles, hats, belts, and shoelaces, and after confirming that there were no obvious problems, he led them directly to the training ground.

On the training ground, the new recruits from each class have arrived one after another.

Chen Gang stood at the very front.

Instructor Yang Wenjun stood to the side, holding a notebook in his hand.

The class monitor stands at the front of their class's line.

After yesterday's ordeal, the new recruits, who were initially filled with the novelty of being college students, are now much more obedient.

When they first entered the camp, some people thought that the military might just be an upgraded version of military training.

Now they understand.

This place is completely different from university military training!

At most, military training will just give you a tan.

Basic training is something you'll remember for a lifetime!

Chen Gang glanced at the line and said:

"Starting today, you will officially begin basic training."

"What we did yesterday was just to familiarize you with the environment."

Upon hearing this, many new recruits turned green with anger.

Yesterday's intensity was described by Chen Gang as merely getting familiar with the environment?

What kind of formal training is it?

Are you familiar with the Hall of the King of Hell?

Chen Gang, seemingly oblivious to their expressions, continued:

"This morning, the first training session was basic drills."

"Stand at attention!"

Upon hearing those three words, some people quietly breathed a sigh of relief.

Wei Shanjia was one of them.

He lowered his voice and said to Shen Yan:

"Standing?"

"That should be easier than running, right?"

Shen Yan glanced at him.

"I remember you said yesterday that running is one of your strengths."

Wei Shanjia's face stiffened.

Ga Wa added insult to injury from the side.

"Friend, don't raise your flags recklessly. The flag you raised high yesterday fell down just as quickly."

Wei Shanjia: "..."

He's finally figured it out.

Ga Wa, a local soldier, is not usually very talkative.

But once they open their mouths, they basically stab people in the heart; they're incredibly ruthless!

Gao Zhenhai stood in front of the second squad and began to explain the military posture standards.

"Standing at attention doesn't mean you can just stand there randomly."

"Heels together, toes apart, legs straight, abdomen slightly tucked in, chest out, shoulders back, arms hanging naturally."

Place your middle finger along the seam of your pants, straighten your neck, tuck your chin slightly, and look straight ahead.

"You must remember that military posture training is not about standing still, but about discipline, willpower, body control, and obedience."

After saying that, Gao Zhenhai personally demonstrated it once.

He stood there, as if his whole body was nailed to the ground.

With his shoulders open, back straight, arms resting on the seams of his trousers, and eyes looking straight ahead, he immediately set himself apart from the group of new recruits.

The new recruits thought it was pretty simple.

It's just standing at attention, isn't it?

Who can't do that?

We've taught this military training lesson so many times!

Once they actually started, they quickly realized they were wrong.

And it's wildly wrong.

The first round of military posture training involved standing at attention for one hour.

At first, everyone thought it was acceptable.

After all, they had just finished breakfast and their energy had recovered a bit. In addition, standing at attention didn't seem as grueling as running, so many people even secretly breathed a sigh of relief.

But after about ten minutes, problems began to emerge.

My feet are numb and my calves are starting to ache.

My shoulders tightened even more, and my back felt like it was being supported by an invisible stick, wanting to collapse but not daring to.

The worst part is that you can't move around!

You can't scratch an itch, you can't shake a sore spot, and you can't wipe away sweat!

Gao Zhenhai's eyes are like radar; if anyone makes the slightest move, he'll kick them in the butt!

"Don't move your feet!"

"Open your shoulders!"

"Does your back have no bones?"

"Keep your hands close to the seams, and don't let them wander off!"

"Standing at attention isn't about turning into a clothes rack!"

The new recruits in the second platoon were scolded so badly that they quickly adjusted their behavior.

Shen Yan, however, stood very steadily.

The system notification had already appeared in his mind.

[Host detected participating in basic recruit drill training!]

[Standardization of military posture movements is underway!]

[Body balance control is being optimized!]

[In progress with static muscle endurance training!]

[The host continues to acquire knowledge about heatstroke rescue!]

……

The next moment, Shen Yan clearly felt his physical condition begin to be adjusted little by little.

How should the pressure points be distributed on the soles of the feet? How should the knees be straightened without becoming stiff? How should the lower abdomen be slightly contracted? How should the shoulders and back be opened to reduce ineffective energy consumption? How should breathing be coordinated with static force exertion?

All these details were broken down by the system and then gradually incorporated into his bodily feedback.

It's very comfortable.

Others stand at attention, but they're just forcing themselves to stay upright.

When Shen Yan stands at attention, it's as if he has a whole set of action models installed inside his body.

He not only stood perfectly, but also with less effort than others.

Gao Zhenhai walked past the front of the line, originally intending to find fault with each person.

When he reached Shen Yan, he clearly paused for a moment.

He looked at it for a few seconds, and then his eyes lit up.

Although Shen Yan's movements were not like those of a ceremonial guard, which were fully trained and always perfectly precise.

But for a new recruit who had only been in camp for two days, the standards were already a bit too high!

Simply put, Shen Yan is stronger than him!

Feet, legs, waist, shoulders, hands, and eyes—everything is within the standard range.

Gao Zhenhai was secretly delighted. Good heavens!

This kid is making him look good again!

He turned around and said to the rest of Class Two:

"Everyone's watching Shen Yan!"

"Standing at attention is not about turning yourselves into wooden stakes, but about keeping your bodies within the standard range."

"Look at their feet, then look at their shoulders, then look at their hands."

"They're both new recruits, how come there's such a big difference?"

The other recruits in the second platoon were on the verge of a mental breakdown.

It's Shen Yan again.

Why is Shen Yan everywhere?

Now, even when standing at attention, he can stand like a model.

Are they even letting ordinary recruits survive?

You think you're the King of Rolls?

Wei Shanjia, who was standing to the side, couldn't help but twitch at the corner of his eye.

He really wanted to say, "Brother, did you secretly enlist in the army before?"

How come someone who grew up in a military compound is more adapted to military life than him?

Unfortunately, Wei Shanjia can't speak now, so he can only keep it to himself.

For Wei Shanjia, this was even more uncomfortable than standing at attention!

An hour finally passed.

Gao Zhenhai ordered everyone to rest for ten minutes.

As soon as those words were spoken, many of the new recruits in the second platoon nearly collapsed on the spot.

"Standing here is even more uncomfortable than running."

"I can't feel the soles of my feet at all!"

"I thought standing at attention was just standing still, but who knew that standing could feel like torture."

Wei Shanjia sat on the ground and let out a long sigh.

"Brother, I take back what I said before."

"This thing is no easier than running."

"Running at least allows you to move, but standing at attention makes you uncomfortable and you're not allowed to move."

The little boy rubbed his calves, his expression very serious.

"It's not just the surface that's tired; it's deep inside, inside the very bones."

Shen Yan sat down and drank some water.

Although he exerted less effort than others, an hour of standing at attention was still quite taxing.

Sweat had soaked my back, and my calves and core muscles felt a bit sore.

However, compared to others, he was in significantly better condition.

The system message indicates that the process is still ongoing.

[Standardization of military posture movements improved!]

[Improve static standing endurance!]

[Lower limb muscle control is being strengthened!]

[The host's knowledge of heatstroke rescue has reached a high level!]