The dark green camouflage fabric exuded a sense of solemnity, with tactical vests, protective gear, and military boots all present.
At the sound of the whistle, a large group quickly assembled, stepping in small strides, soon forming into phalanxes.
The chief examiner's gaze was sharp, like two unsheathed blades, harshly scanning over the candidates who were complaining earlier.
"No more talking; everyone check your equipment, put on your marching backpacks, and follow the guide vehicle forward."
"From now on, anyone who falls behind will be directly eliminated!"
Fang Cheng swiftly stood up.
Swinging his arms, he easily hoisted the twenty-kilogram marching backpack onto his shoulders, adjusting the chest strap buckle with ease.
Ma Donghe and Hou Peng moved quickly as well, following one on the left and the other on the right.
More than eight hundred candidates began moving under the armed escort of military police.
The team passed through multiple military checkpoints.
