After saying his piece, Xiong Weidong watched everyone's reactions with interest. They merely discussed it in low voices, without much of a reaction.
This left him somewhat disappointed. He had thought a few troublemakers might give him some amusement, but now it seemed his wish had gone unfulfilled.
"A-Tian, this instructor looks like someone you don't want to mess with," Bai Yun whispered from behind Cheng Tian. "How do you think he lost that arm?"
"I don't know. I think he might have lost it on a mission," Cheng Tian said. Just then, Braviary's gaze swept over them, and both hurriedly shut their mouths.
"Now, gather up all your luggage and follow me." With that, Xiong Weidong turned and left, showing no intention of explaining anything. Although puzzled, everyone obediently followed.
Beyond the training grounds stood many tall buildings. Cheng Tian guessed they were places like dining halls or dormitories. But Xiong Weidong, at the head of the group, led them straight through this area and out the barracks' rear gate.
Where were they going?
They walked farther and farther. The barracks behind them slowly disappeared from view, while the sound of waves drew ever closer.
Nearly four thousand people marched forward in a mighty procession, and before long, they saw the actual sea.
Unlike the azure sea and golden beaches in travel brochures, the sand here was ordinary muddy sand that turned sticky after the waves washed over it. Many people disliked having it cling to their shoes and walked with great care.
Hundreds of small patrol boats lay on the water, with soldiers in military uniforms constantly moving about aboard them.
"All right, we're here!" Xiong Weidong shouted. "Everyone, prepare to board! Eight people to a boat! You have only fifteen minutes! Starting now!"
Fifteen minutes might sound