"Oh, God, you think now is the right time to make a move? Use your brain and think this through," DA said, slapping his forehead with a look of profound regret.

"Then..."

"Wait. Let that guy make his move first. Right when he makes his move—when everyone else lets their guard down. You aim carefully later. If you miss, you absolutely must charge out and finish the job."

"Understood." DE replied.

Meanwhile, the Minister of Foreign Affairs, standing to the side, began his address. Speaking into the microphone in perfect Mandarin, he said, "Greetings to all the new recruits. My name is—I have no surname, only a single given name. I am a pure Englishman, and regarding the China Incident, as an Englishman, I offer my deepest apologies to the Chinese people."

At this declaration, some of the new recruits below looked disdainful, others were intensely grateful, and some found him decidedly hypocritical. Only Yang Yi, with a subtle glance towards a certain spot, felt a flicker of surprise.

No wonder he was surprised. To think someone could infiltrate the barracks of A6 Military Region—it certainly showed that the agents dispatched by the British Royal Family possessed a certain caliber. After all, this place was heavily guarded, yet they managed to blend in completely undetected.

Then, his expression turned grave as he addressed the recruits below, "I bow to the victims of the China Incident."

Saying this, he actually stepped back several paces and bowed slowly. This single bow instantly tightened everyone's nerves, as if a palpable sense of danger began to spread.

"Watch out!" Nangong San, whose eyesight was quite keen, caught the reflection of sunlight off a mirror angled on the corner of the wall—clearly the objective lens of a sniper rifle.

The moment Nangong San shouted this warning, a gunshot cracked out—"Bang—whoosh!" The sound was unsettling, and Tang Shen instantly lunged, tackling the Minister of Foreign Affairs and taking cover beneath the podium.

Seeing this, Xu Ming realized Nangong San and the others had achieved their objective and immediately yelled, "Quick! Cover the retreat!"

Just as predicted by the unfolding events, someone in a corner shouted, "Oh, damn it. Why would Nangong San and the others ruin our opportunity? Hurry, move!"

Undoubtedly, the speaker was DA. In an instant, more than a dozen figures appeared, each clutching a machine gun. Instructor Chen saw this and immediately barked at the trembling recruits, "Get over here with me, quickly!"

"Ah... ah..." Some of the more timid boys and girls covered their ears and screamed, rushing toward Instructor Chen without hesitation. The gunfire continued incessantly, but the target was not the people on the field, but the Minister of Foreign Affairs. So, as Nangong San and Tang Shen provided cover for the withdrawal, those operatives inevitably followed suit.

"You two, get the cover upstairs to the office. We’ll hold this position," Li Sui instructed Nangong San and Tang Shen.

"Yes!" The two were still bewildered, but a layer of doubt had settled in their minds. After all, the current Clan Leader would not have climbed up without some level of capability. Carrying a stomach full of questions, they escorted the Minister of Foreign Affairs away.

Amidst the hail of bullets, the new recruits evacuated the training ground, leaving only a few soldiers to confront the attackers, simultaneously retreating alongside Xu Ming. It gave the impression of defeat, but hidden away, Yang Yi knew it was intentional.

After seeing Nangong San and Tang Shen successfully cover the retreat upstairs, Li Sui and Guo Qing couldn't help the subtle, strange smiles that played on their lips.

Li Sui said, "It's time to begin."

"En!" Guo Qing nodded, putting his fingers to his mouth and letting out a sharp whistle.

"Whoosh!..."

"Damn it, we fell for the trap." Those who had followed Guo Qing and the others to this location immediately sensed something was wrong upon hearing the whistle. Simultaneously, they saw the soldiers appearing continuously with machine guns. DA's pupils contracted sharply. "Damn God, retreat!"

"Ta-ta-ta!" The gunfire kept up, ripping through and killing quite a few men.

Xu Ming appeared at this juncture. Seeing DA and the other two about to escape, he immediately stopped the other soldiers from pursuing them. Guo Qing and Li Sui stepped forward, asking, "Boss, why didn't you capture them?"

"They are Englishmen who don't belong to the Chinese faction, and moreover, they are connected to the British Royal Family. Even if we captured or killed them, it would only derail the plan. Besides, we have no real jurisdiction over them since they are foreigners." Xu Ming wore a sinister smile, suggesting that letting these people go was also part of his design.

"Oh!" Hearing this, Guo Qing and Li Sui exchanged knowing glances and echoed in unison, "In any case, our objective is achieved. Heh heh, this top boss's strategy is truly brilliant. With someone leaking information for us, we’ll soon see the dogs fight over the bone."

"Let's go and see what happened!" Xu Ming glanced at the two of them, the smile vanishing from his face, and headed upstairs.

Upstairs, Nangong San and Tang Shen, after receiving a round of praise from Xu Ming, came down looking perplexed. Ximen Ling, waiting for them downstairs, anxiously asked, "Are you two alright?"

"Hardly!" Tang Shen replied with a grim expression.

"What happened?" Ximen Ling asked doubtfully.

"We were truly careless this time. Not only were we used by the British Royal Faction, but that damned Military Region used us too," Nangong San said, sweeping his cold gaze around before adding, "Let's go; it's not convenient to talk here."

"En." Tang Shen said to Ximen Ling, who was deep in serious contemplation, "Brother Ximen, let's go..."

Meanwhile, the three foreigners fleeing A6 Military Region felt a distinct sensation of being chased by a beaten dog, their faces frozen and sweat pouring down them.

"Damn it, are Nangong San and the others trying to work against us?" DB muttered angrily.

DA, his expression grim, settled into the car. Only after starting the engine did he speak, "This incident absolutely must be reported to the King."

"So, what do we do now... go back?" DE asked.

"What else can we do but go back? You saw the troop strength of A6 Military Region just now. Moreover, the mission has failed; there will be no second chance."

Hearing DA's words, the other two found them reasonable. Especially since Nangong San and his group seemed arrayed against them, suggesting traps could be set for them at any moment.

"Hooooh!" The car roared a few times, and a moment later, it sped away into the distance.

Seven days after the assassination attempt, A6 Military Region had returned to its original state. Perhaps it hadn't changed at all; if any difference existed, it was solely among the new recruits.

The evolution from student to ordinary soldier required rigorous hardship. The saying, 'Elite emerges from tribulation,' was undeniably true. Seven days ago, these new recruits were merely excited about stepping into a formal military camp, fueled by the natural patriotic fervor many Chinese possess—a certain romantic admiration for soldiers.

But in these seven days, the recruits deeply understood that becoming a true soldier was 'difficult.' Becoming a good soldier was exponentially harder. Countless revolutionary martyrs sacrificed everything, even their lives, to defend their nation. We feel passion and pride for them.

From ancient times to the present, China is the only nation in the world boasting five millennia of culture. That China can stand on the world stage today is undoubtedly due to those martyrs, step by painstaking step, exchanging their own blood and lives for it.

"Attention!" Instructor Chen's voice was thunderous, despite her being a woman. According to modern societal concepts, women are either sweethearts nestled in a man's arms, homemakers, or strong career women who believe women are not inherently weaker than men and strive accordingly. Without a doubt, Instructor Chen was one of those resolute female soldiers who would not yield to any man.

With a crisp "Shua!", all the new recruits snapped to attention, perfectly spaced one arm's length apart, front, back, left, and right.

"Left face, cadence run... One-two-one, one-two-one." Instructor Chen ran while pointing ahead, "Today's training is just starting. First, fifty laps. Keep up the pace, you in the back, mind your rhythm."

"Yes!" A female soldier—seven days ago, the girls here were shy, but now they bravely acknowledged their errors and shouted their response loudly. It was evident that the thirty-odd people here had undergone a complete transformation.

Simultaneously, across the sea in Britain.

"Smack!" A middle-aged man slammed his hand onto a desk in sheer fury.

Opulence was always the hallmark of royalty and aristocracy. Whether it was the table, the chairs, the decorations hanging on the walls, or even the tea sets used for drinking—every item was crafted from gold. What did the British Roman Royal Family possess the most of?

It wasn't fans of that Roman football team, nor those strange knights. There was no need to think too hard; in a place with such deep history as Rome, they possessed the most wealth. Be it gold or pounds sterling, the monthly wages of an ordinary well-off family wouldn't even begin to compare to the meager earnings of a small farmer in China working tirelessly for a few hundred yuan a month.

"Are all Chinese people so untrustworthy?"