"Private Xiaoliu, return to position!" Jishilin shouted.
Xiaoliu glanced at the soldier thug rolling on the ground, then returned to his place.
"It seems only one person completed the assembly task."
Jishilin's face was calm.
Everyone straightened their backs in two rows and held their breath.
The imagined punishment didn't arrive, Jishilin merely shook his head, as if he was already accustomed to such scenes.
"I don't have the obligation to force you to learn anything. Before heading to the battlefield, this is the only training opportunity. Next item!"
With Jishilin's shout, a young man with a dull gaze walked in. He looked only slightly older than the youngest soldier, with unkempt, messy hair.
The young man sheepishly smiled at the crowd, then lowered his head again, silent.
Without a word, Jishilin raised his hand and shot the young man's leg.
Blood gushed out. The sudden scene left everyone in the room at a loss, the young man's painful wails echoing in their ears.
