In the dead of night.
Inside a certain military tent, the soldiers who had trained all day fell asleep early, the corner illuminated by the glow of a flashlight.
"Old Huang, do you think we can ever leave this place?" a soldier asked with his head in his hands.
"This damn gun is really fucking hard to assemble. Who knows where all these parts are supposed to fit?"
The soldier with a carefree attitude had a flashlight in his mouth, scratching his head while flipping through an assembly manual; in his hands was a recently assembled assault pistol with a slide.
This training session didn't involve physical conditioning. The schedule was packed tightly with projects mostly revolving around survival skills and basic battlefield knowledge—tactical coordination, coordinates, tactical equipment usage, and so on.
