After fifteen minutes, all the newcomers—no, to be precise, they were recruits at this very moment—had changed into their dark blue uniforms and, caps on, jogged toward the training ground.

Standing on the training ground, Instructor Li and Instructor Chen watched the scattered recruits slowly spacing themselves out to straighten their stances. For reasons unknown, the recruits being observed felt a wave of pressure; perhaps they simply hadn't grown accustomed to it yet. They sensed that the gazes of these two instructors held a distinctly ill-intentioned quality.

"Attention!" Instructor Li shouted loudly as soon as all the recruits were assembled.

With a sharp swish, every recruit snapped into a semblance of attention. However, their attire still looked somewhat disheveled. Instructor Chen weaved among them, occasionally adjusting one recruit's collar, then another's trouser waist.

Not a single recruit present dared to entertain errant thoughts, because for reasons they couldn't fathom, a tension they hadn't expected arose whenever Instructor Chen touched their bodies. Perhaps this was sheer reverence for military personnel. Though Instructor Chen’s movements appeared stiff, they were executed with practiced ease, perfectly measured, applying just the right degree of force in every gesture.

"These two instructors possess extraordinary ability. Their every bearing exudes an infinite sense of righteous strength. Perhaps this is what it means to be a soldier—a soldier forged through hardship, whether male or female, carries a distinct aura. It seems I need to enforce much stricter training protocols for the lower and mid-level members of the Black God Gang." Watching Instructor Chen’s movements, Yang Yi suddenly conceived an idea.

He intended to seize this opportunity, leveraging the duration of this military training to glean techniques that could be incorporated into the training of the Black God Gang's initial and advanced members. The superior strategist seeks first to understand the process, then to assimilate the experience, and finally to employ the method. Confucius once said: "In a group of three, there must be one who can teach me. I select their good qualities and follow them; I observe their bad qualities and correct them in myself."

Naturally, Yang Yi was no ancient sovereign capable of manipulating power structures and leveraging all subordinates to serve his will, even devising higher strategies to do so. He merely understood that progress is step-by-step; stumble once, and you retreat a step. Diligent labor and strategic thought constitute the way of a ruler. For this reason, he held deep admiration for the Chairman who liberated all of China—a figure unmatched throughout history.

"Very good. Although you have only undergone two days of preliminary training, you have already achieved this result. There is no need for false modesty; what deserves praise should be praised. However, you must also seriously consider whether you can correct today’s shortcomings by tomorrow," Instructor Li maintained his stern expression. It is said, 'A guardian deity before the door, and charcoal on the face'—commonly known as the 'Black Door God.' The intention behind this needs no further explanation.

"Can you?" Instructor Chen roared sharply.

"Yes!"

"Good. Now that you are all neat, turn left!"

Stomp, stomp! All recruits turned left simultaneously. Instructor Li then called out, "Begin jogging."

"One-two-one, one-two-one." All the recruits began jogging to the left, following Instructor Chen.

"General, the recruits are ready. The speaker's platform is also prepared. Do you need to meet the Minister of Foreign Affairs now? He is waiting in the Conference Office Hall," the adjutant asked the Young General.

"Yes, very well, I will go immediately. You go ahead and make the necessary preparations," the Young General replied.

"Yes!" The adjutant saluted and departed.

At that very moment, two figures entered from outside the office door. Observing their continued fashionable attire, it was clear they were the two youths who had been conducting surveillance outside.

"You're back? What's the situation?" the Young General inquired.

"Boss, we have a general understanding. The three families are acting as usual, no unusual movements. However, they transmitted a message to the Chinese authorities—there might be some trouble during the review ceremony this afternoon."

"What trouble?"

"The British Royal Family sent quite a few people over. Those three families are acting in concert, claiming they received intelligence that the British Royal Family plans to use them to incite conflict with the Chinese authorities during this afternoon's review ceremony, aiming for an assassination attempt."

"Hmph. Those three families certainly cooked up a decent excuse. Do they think using this information allows them to sever ties with the British Royal Family? Interesting," a sinister smile spread across the Young General's face. He continued, "Li Sui, Guo Qing, you two go change now. It is time we meet him; we must ensure absolutely nothing goes wrong with the review ceremony."

"Old Boss?" Upon hearing this, the two men became intensely excited, as if someone—no, more accurately, a certain rogue—had ascended to god-like status in their minds.

"Yes!"

"Haha, that's fantastic!"

"Uh, cough, cough, when you meet him later, do not call him Old Boss, or I’ll kill you both. After all, he is only my Boss."

"Then... what should we call him?" The two looked slightly deflated upon learning they were forbidden from using 'Old Boss' for their 'Boss.'

"Damn it, can't you two use your brains? To heck with it. Listen, when you see him later, call him... Big Boss." The Young General paused in thought, actually struggling to decide what these two should call his own superior. As he pondered, he suddenly noticed the look of disdain on their faces and snapped irritably, "Disdain what?! You two call our Boss, 'Big Boss'!"

"Big Boss?" The two nodded in a daze.

"Aren't you going to change quickly?"

"Ah, oh, right away."

"More than half a year. Six months ago, I was merely a Junior Commander sheltered by my father. Today, in just half a year, I have climbed to the rank you initially set as my goal. Boss, I haven't let down your expectations, have I? Tsk, tsk." The young man—no, now General Xu—sighed.

After completing two hundred and thirty minor missions and sixty-seven major missions, Xu Ming had jumped directly from the position of selected Major General to the rank of General. He became the youngest General in China's history, though this achievement had not yet been publicly announced, as he needed to complete one final task to be officially entered into the Chinese military registry.

Only then could the Chinese Military Region make a public announcement. This way, Xu Ming would not only be the youngest General within the Chinese Military but also the pride of the military throughout all of China's history to perfectly complete a General-level assignment.

"Attention!" Instructor Li shouted loudly, then continued, "Students, there will be a review ceremony shortly. This time, it will be personally inspected by the Minister of Foreign Affairs from our Chinese Consulate stationed in the UK. The purpose is to observe the condition of our Chinese recruits and for him to deliver a speech of great significance."

"The review ceremony is still over half an hour away; let them rest for a while," Instructor Chen whispered to Instructor Li.

"Mm." Instructor Li glanced at the sky. Although it was approaching afternoon, the sun was still scorching. Therefore, he announced loudly, "You are now dismissed for a half-hour rest period."

Whoosh! The group of new students hurried towards the small patch of trees nearby to escape the heat.

They had been thoroughly worked over today: first, transferring from Fudan University, then roll call and assigning numbers, followed by changing clothes, and then a short run—about several hundred meters—before arriving at this assembly point. The intensity was clear...

"Brother Yi!"

"Boss."

Ye Xiaohou and Fatty Lin walked up to Yang Yi and called out.

"Uh, how is it going? Are you two getting used to operating as a unit?" Yang Yi asked with a smile, seeing their sweat-drenched appearance.

"Damn, don't even mention it. I haven't experienced this kind of workout in ages, and this damned sun, it's past three o'clock and still this hot," Fatty Lin complained unhappily.

"It's summer, you know. It's supposed to be hot," Yang Yi retorted with an exasperated look.

"Exactly, Boss, don't listen to Second Brother talking nonsense. I actually think the review ceremony later is very likely the moment those people will choose to make their move," Ye Xiaohou said.

Hearing Ye Xiaohou’s words, Yang Yi scanned his surroundings and remarked, "This area is enclosed by deep mountains, making it ideal for concealing oneself. While these soldiers here are not to be underestimated, as the saying goes, 'You can't guard against everything.'"

"Mm, it seems the first day is already full of incidents; the days ahead are truly hard to imagine," Ye Xiaohou commented, his words carrying an undertone.

Here, apart from Xuanyuan Bing, very few people were unaware of the underlying situation. Even the less cerebrally inclined Fatty Lin clearly understood.

"Is the one named Yang Yi among you?" Instructor Chen suddenly asked, holding a list, addressing the students who were scattered around, leaning this way and that.

When Yang Yi heard Instructor Chen call his name, he responded with a slight frown, "That's me."

"Come with me," Instructor Chen said to Yang Yi, offering a faint smile—a smile so stiff it was almost unnatural. If not for seeing that she was female, many would have assumed she was male.

"Yes!" Yang Yi replied, turning to Ye Xiaohou and the others, "Looks like someone finally wants to see me. Haha, wait here for a moment."

"Okay, Boss, remember to rough that guy up for us. He really thought we wouldn't see through the kind of trick he's pulling," Ye Xiaohou said viciously.

"Right, Brother Yi. Beat him severely, make him look like he's searching for his teeth on the ground later," Fatty Lin chimed in with a sinister grin.

"You two... alright, I'll go now," Yang Yi waved his hand and followed Instructor Chen away to another area.