dmims 62. A show of force
62. A show of force
"Shhh—"
The next morning, the three of them were awakened from their meditative state by a long whistle.
After the whistle, a cold male voice rang out.
"All trainees, assemble on the parade ground in ten minutes!"
Upon hearing this, Ling Bingtian practically sprang out of bed. This was an instinctive reaction stemming from his past life as someone who had attended a security force academy.
After getting up, Ling Bingtian rushed to the side to wake up the two still dazed people, and then began to tidy up his own bedding.
With the remaining time, Ling Bingtian even had time to wash up a bit before leading the two, who had just finished making the bed, to the location of the playground that Bai Ying had mentioned yesterday.
When Ling Bingtian led the two to the training ground, there was still one minute left, even ten minutes to go, but the training ground was already full of students wearing leather armor.
Judging from their orderly ranks, these people were probably all senior students. Ling Bingtian even spotted Bai Ying among them, but she was standing in the crowd with a very serious expression.
In front of the playground, there was a high platform, and on the platform stood nine people. At the center was Han Hu, whom the three of them had met yesterday.
At this moment, his face was gloomy, and he was wearing a black tiger armor. Just by standing there, he naturally exuded a fearsome aura.
Beside him stood eight people of varying appearances, all clad in iron armor. Ling Bingtian guessed that these were their instructors.
Of the eight people, six were men and two were women, and Fan Xiang was also among them.
Of all the new students, it seems that only these three have arrived.
As soon as they entered, Ling Bingtian felt all nine people on the platform looking at the three of them. An unnamed aura immediately swept over them, carrying a faint smell of blood.
murderous look!
Ling Bingtian understood immediately. These nine people on the platform were clearly not merciful. Their release of killing intent towards them was likely an attempt to intimidate the new students.
Without even looking back, Ling Bingtian could guess that Wang Dayu and Yuan Chao's current posture was probably not very good.
It was only through the spiritual resilience gained from living two lives that he was able to withstand the murderous aura of these people.
But he absolutely did not want his two brothers behind him to embarrass themselves in front of so many people!
Immediately, Ling Bingtian shouted, startling Wang Dayu and Yuan Chao, who were stunned.
"Ling Bingtian, a freshman from the Yellow Battalion, is here to report for duty and requests to join the ranks."
Awakened, the two were no longer sleepy and their legs became nimble. Following Ling Bingtian's example, they shouted loudly, "Wang Dayu (Yuan Chao), a freshman from the Yellow Battalion, is here to report for duty and requests to join the ranks."
"Come in line, your positions are on the far right."
The male instructor standing at the front glanced at his watch and noticed that the three had arrived within the allotted time. His cold expression softened slightly, but he still spoke in a cold voice.
"Yes." ×3
After receiving their orders, the three men walked to the far right of the line, stood at attention, and waited for the end time to arrive.
The older students from the Yellow Battalion who had been standing still all looked at the crowd with surprise.
You know, in previous years, almost every freshman class was late for the first assembly! This year, it's really rare that some freshmen were able to arrive in ten minutes.
However, it was just a momentary surprise. The general and the instructors were standing on the platform; if he dared to make any sudden movements, he would be in serious trouble.
However, as time passed, ten minutes later, only Ling Bingtian and two other freshmen had arrived.
"Hey, that's right!"
Many senior students thought to themselves, "This is the normal state for freshmen."
As time passed, a quarter of an hour later, freshmen began to walk sleepily onto the playground, only to be subjected to the death stares of the crowd on the stage.
Many freshmen were so frightened that they fell to the ground, then staggered to their feet, standing blankly in the open space, not knowing what to do.
It wasn't until a full half hour had passed that the last chubby freshman finally walked onto the playground.
As he repeated the process of being frightened, getting up, and becoming completely disoriented once again, the cold-faced instructor on the stage finally spoke with a frighteningly gloomy expression.
"Very good, very good, very good! It took you freshmen a full 40 minutes to assemble. If this were my team, you would all get at least 20 lashes."
His cold tone and intimidating expression put immense psychological pressure on the group of 8-year-old children, making them afraid to even breathe.
"Hmph, even so, you can't escape punishment for not assembling on time. Go, there's a batch of iron suits over there. Put them on, and run laps for every minute you're late." The cold-faced instructor continued to shout at the group of freshmen without stopping.
The new students are either from collateral branches of the Ling family, or from noble families in the Ice City, and a small number are high-ranking members of the Ice Army.
Before they arrived, their elders had given them a thorough briefing on military discipline within the Arctic Army.
If they hadn't been so excited about their first visit to the training camp yesterday, they wouldn't be unable to get up today.
Hearing the cold-faced instructor's order, the freshmen dared not disobey. They could only run to the side, pick up their iron suits that reeked of sweat and hadn't been properly washed in who knows how long, put them on with disgust, and start running.
A boy and a girl, clearly disgusted by the strong smell of sweat in the iron suits, refused to put them on for a long time, which immediately angered the cold-faced instructor on the stage.
"You two, add ten more laps, and get them on now!!"
The entire sentence was uttered by the cold-faced instructor using his soul power.
The powerful sound waves spread directly across the front of the entire playground, and Ling Bingtian could even see some of the ripples caused by the loud sound.
This also caused all the students to suffer an undeserved misfortune, thoroughly enjoying the ear-piercing noise.
Many people in the Yellow Battalion covered their ears, revealing expressions of pain.
Wang Dayu and Yuan Chao were no exception, while Ling Bingtian seemed to be doing alright.
The enhancements his divine-level beast spirit and martial arts provided to his body allowed him to withstand the sound waves without covering his ears.
At the same time, Ling Bingtian also keenly noticed that among the four-character camps, the Yellow Character Camp performed the worst, followed by the Black Character Camp, with a few people still frowning and covering their ears to resist the sound waves.
As for the Heaven and Earth Camps, which had the fewest members but the strongest strength, not a single one of them covered their ears.
"True strength is revealed here," Ling Bingtian thought to himself, enduring the sonic boom.
As for the man and woman next to the iron-clad figure, as the main recipients of the sound waves, they were so shaken that they fell to the ground again, their bodies covered in cold sweat.
Once they had recovered somewhat, they dared not dawdle any longer. Instead, they quickly put on their iron armor and started running, shaking their heads as they went.
"Hmph." The cold-faced instructor snorted coldly one last time and then fell silent.
Then, he stepped back and joined the ranks of the eight instructors.
Then, Ling Bingtian saw Han Hu take a step forward, clearly about to give a speech or something similar to the opening ceremony.