Chapter 63

An hour later, the surface temperatures of those who had been hit by cold water had dropped three or four degrees, and they were shivering in the night wind like Parkinson's patients before they were allowed to return to their tents to continue sleeping.

Wang Yanbing wiped himself with a towel and said to the three:

"I thought it would be something big, but after all this fuss it's just making us take a collective shower—what kind of training is this? I guess the Warrior School is nothing special; it's nowhere near as terrifying as the legends say."

Liu Xiaotian didn't look up, just said lightly: "You forgot the live rounds in the magazine already?"

Wang Yanbing fell silent at once.

Actually, he also knew that the Warrior School's reputation among militaries worldwide certainly wasn't that simple.

Just that this water-gun squirting game is really a bit boring.

However, starting the next morning, he completely went silent.

In fact, it wasn't even morning yet, because after these soldiers had gone back to sleep for another one and a half hours—namely, at 4:30 a. m. —the wake-up call suddenly sounded.

No one complained; they immediately got up, dressed in their gear, assembled, and began their first day of training at the Warrior School.

The general routine was similar to the training Liu Xiaotian and the others had previously undergone; at the start it was all physical training.

However, the intensity of the training was completely incomparable.

From 4:30 a. m. to 9:00 p. m., each of the three meals was allotted thirty minutes.

Five minutes to eat, twenty-five minutes for a short break.

Besides that, everything else was training time.

As for the food… it's better not to talk about it.

Even the movie *Out of the Amazon* at least had corn tortillas to eat, but these people only got one egg each in the morning and evening, a slab of fully cooked beef for lunch, and otherwise just a mantou stuffed with a small lump of tasteless paste that resembled salad dressing.

Moreover, they received only one such mantou each in the morning and evening.

Breakfast was at 7:30 a. m., lunch at 12:30 p. m., and dinner at 6:30 p. m.

Outside of meal times, no food was available to eat.

Like sneaking chocolate as in the movie? That was utterly impossible!

While they were eating that Western-style feast, all personal belongings in the tents were taken away, leaving each person only a set of training uniforms without rank insignia, similar in style to what the Warrior School soldiers wore.

Their own military uniforms were not confiscated, but they were not allowed to wear them before leaving the Warrior School.

As for whether anyone had secretly stashed food beforehand… that was also completely impossible.

Because after the first day's training ended, everyone was brought to an open space in front of a four-story building, the floor assignments were announced, and then they were allowed to go inside to find the bunks bearing their names.

In other words, aside from the uniform of their own nation's military, all their personal belongings were confiscated.

As for the training…

That Wang Yanbing started complaining of muscle soreness after the first day's training and took half a month to get past this fatigue period.

Even Liu Xiaotian genuinely ached for three days, to the point where he doubted his legs could 'stand on their own'—showing just how intense the Warrior School's physical training is.

The four of them had heard the term 'fatigue period' since the day they enlisted, and later, during the selection training for the Red Blood Cell Group, they heard most often about 'high-intensity training.'

But only after they had endured the first half month of physical training at the Warrior School did they truly get a sense of what 'high-intensity training' really meant.

Is running up a roughly seventy-degree slope on a hill a few times supposed to count as strength training? Give me a break.

Or like making you go rock‑climbing on seaside cliffs?

And without any safety rope.

A rescue boat was stationed a few dozen meters away; if you fell in, it wouldn't matter—you'd be fished out within two minutes and surely not drown, the only difference being whether you swallowed a little more or a little less seawater.

Even this isn't the most 'perverse' of it.

The truly perverse part comes during the 800‑meter armed swim training.

That was Liu Xiaotian's first close‑up sight of sharks! Each group of twenty, starting from a point two meters deep from the shore, the boat motors eight hundred meters out to sea, then the soldiers jump in and swim back.

In swimming, Liu Xiaotian had always been a weak point; he had never done swim training in Wolf Fang, so naturally he couldn't keep up speed-wise.

But when he happened to turn his head and saw four or five small sailboats approaching on the water, while simultaneously gulping two mouthfuls of salty seawater, his speed instantly surged.

Of course, the sharks' mouths were all tied shut, so they could not actually injure the trainees.

But nobody knows this! After half a month of training, Liu Xiaotian roughly summed up the Warrior School's training method:

In the current physical training, none of the subjects follow any so‑called gradual progression, and there is no such thing as a 'fatigue period.'

Anyway, when you think you've given your all but still can't meet the standard, they always have a way to 'help' you unleash the potential within your body…

One morning half a month later, after Liu Xiaotian and the three others had just finished breakfast, they sat back‑to‑back on the sand, each lit a cigarette, closed their eyes, and enjoyed the first of the three rare twenty‑five‑minute breaks in the day.

Five minutes to smoke, twenty minutes to sleep—basically enough to keep their spirits up for the morning.

But just as the assembly whistle blew and the soldiers quickly finished forming ranks, before training began, a Warrior School soldier suddenly rushed up to the chief instructor and whispered something in his ear.

From the chief instructor's expression, Liu Xiaotian could read nothing, yet he felt a vague premonition in his heart.

The chief instructor immediately ordered the troops to stand by, then turned and jumped into a convertible luxury car, speeding off.

Fifteen minutes later, the chief instructor returned to the front of the formation, now holding a folder.

At that moment, Liu Xiaotian seemed to see Fan Tianlei as he announced the final roster for the Red Blood Cell Group.

The chief instructor read out a dozen or so names, including Cha Cai and Lin Yuan, who came from the same country as him.

The instant he heard the name 'Lin Yuan,' Liu Xiaotian confirmed his earlier guess! This sudden situation was for Xiezi.

And Xiezi's purpose in coming was to target Cha Cai, who was on good terms with He Chen Guang.

Unlike the 'script,' the participants in the Warrior School were missing Gong Jian and Chen Shanming, but had added him, Liu Xiaotian!

(End of chapter)