No one dared to object once the order was given. The originally noisy, chaotic camp instantly became even noisier and more chaotic. Yet the panic lasted less than a minute before everyone swiftly entered the training mode Liu Yuding had ordered.
Ambush and concealment training was nothing unfamiliar to any member of the Wolf Fang Regiment. Whether individually or as a team, it was basic training. On the battlefield or during special missions, it was also an especially important skill.
The requirement of the training was silence. No matter how many people were in the group, and no matter how talented each person was in this regard, absolute quiet had to be maintained while doing anything. They had to treat themselves as mutes, even as air, doing everything possible to create the illusion that although a large group was clearly present, there was actually nothing there—until an officer gave the order to lift the state.
This was even more familiar to the recruits. Not long ago, before they had graduated from training, they would pull this stunt from time to time during field exercises. Sometimes it happened while they were advancing, and sometimes in areas extremely close to a certain base. If they were discovered while in this mode, the training mission was considered a failure. There was no need to mention the punishment afterward; any Wolf Fang Regiment member who had experienced it could not bear to look back on it.
An extreme punishment like taking all the stinky socks of another squad's members... who the hell had started that tradition?
The familiar sense of urgency immediately changed the atmosphere in the camp. Everyone involved in the training, whether recruits or officers, felt as if they had returned to the time when they had first joined Wolf Fang—small, ignorant,