To Lin Qiye and the others, this landslide was merely a minor interruption on their journey. The ferocious natural disaster could not halt their advance. They quickly readjusted and continued running along their original route.
Time passed bit by bit, and they drew closer and closer to Village No. 1.
Muddy stains smeared the surfaces of their military coats, blending into the black fabric. Their boots sank again and again into the soft earth, and when they forcibly pulled them free, rotten leaves and mud from the forest had long since seeped inside, making them indescribably uncomfortable.
Cold, hunger, exhaustion, pain... all kinds of negative sensations weighed on their hearts, yet not a single person cried out that they were tired.
After a year of grueling training, they had long since grown accustomed to it.
They were no longer ordinary people from before they entered the Training Camp. Now, they were soldiers about to swear their oaths and become Night Watchmen!
The radio at Instructor Hong's waist crackled. He pulled it out and spoke to whoever was on the other end while continuing to run.
After a long while, his brow knitted tightly.
"Instructor Hong, what happened?" Lin Qiye keenly noticed the change in Instructor Hong's expression and asked.
Instructor Hong was silent for a moment before speaking hoarsely. "The commander has gone missing."
"Missing?" Baili Pangpang froze.
"He went missing eight hours ago. The last people to see him were the two instructors who stayed at the temporary command post. They initially thought the commander had gone to one of the villages to assist with the rescue, but after asking around every village, they found no trace of him."
"So they asked whether we had seen him too?"
"That's right, but we haven't reached Village No. 1 yet, so