Jiang Yan Hai's voice was loud, while the trainee's voice grew quieter and quieter. Everyone around them fell silent.
"So, what do you think we are? What was this document shown to you for? Why were you made to write your wills? Was it to amuse you? To play house with you?" Jiang Yan Hai roared back.
"N-No!" the trainee answered loudly.
"Did you think I only used this document to scare you, and that such situations would never happen in actual training?" Jiang Yan Hai raised the document in his hand and looked at everyone.
No one answered. Jiang Yan Hai gave another cold laugh. "I can't tell you what kind of unit you're about to join, but I can tell you this: if you think it'll be like your former units, where whenever you feel upset or have some psychological issue, an instructor, political officer, or squad leader will come talk things over with you..."
"Then you are dead wrong! I don't need that kind of trash here, because there's no time! He Chen Guang, Wang Yan Bing, Song Kai Fei, Xu Tian Long, Li Er Niu, step out!" Jiang Yan Hai shouted.
"Here!" x5
The five quickly ran out from the formation.
"You, go to the command post and get a box of mandarins from Bei Chen Xiang. He has some." Without changing expression, Jiang Yan Hai pointed at a soldier.
"Yes!" The soldier standing behind Jiang Yan Hai immediately turned and ran toward the command post.
Two minutes later, the soldier came running back with a box of mandarins roughly four or five centimeters in diameter.
"One each. Thirty meters away. Put them on your heads!" Jiang Yan Hai issued the order coldly.
He Chen Guang and the other four did not hesitate. Each took a