The car drove along the broad cement road. On the training fields on both sides, special forces soldiers with camouflage-painted faces and filthy uniforms were training hard. Zhang Xianyang pressed himself against the window, staring at the soldiers outside as if watching some exotic spectacle. In his previous life, he had also been fortunate enough to experience this kind of life. It was bitter, of course, and exhausting too, but what Zhang Xianyang found most unbearable was having to deal with muddy slush every day. As someone who loved cleanliness and was even a little germophobic, he had found it extremely difficult to adapt.
That was why, in his previous life, Zhang Xianyang had only mastered flawless marksmanship. It was the only training subject he could complete while staying clean.
The car drove all the way to the reviewing stand at the end of the cement road. Once the engine was turned off, Zhang Xianyang and the others got out one after another and climbed onto the stand. Old Master Jiang, who had arrived ahead of them, pointed at several old men around his age and said with a smile, "Let me introduce everyone."
In truth, Zhang Xianyang recognized them without Old Master Jiang's introduction. There was the old master of the Gu Family, the old master of the Kyoto Zhang Family, the commander of the special forces brigade, and the one Zhang Xianyang knew best—Li Chong'en, the old master of the Li Family.
After all these twists and turns, they had finally met.
Unaware of Zhang Xianyang's inward sigh, Old Master Jiang asked Zhang Muyang with a hint of pride, "What do you think of our soldiers?"
Zhang Muyang turned to look at them for a moment, then nodded with a smile. "Very good."
Old Master Jiang continued smiling.