It was as hot as summer, with no hint of autumn.
The two days of registration and medical examinations soon ended. Beneath the sun high overhead, a group of freshmen stood ramrod straight in identical green military uniforms. By the time the leaders on the raised platform finished their mobilization speeches for military training, some had already lost their earlier excitement. They wore miserable expressions, drenched in sweat from the heat. Several buckets of cooling herbal tea had been set beside the sports field for them, but few were willing to drink it.
Their instructors were teachers who had been sent down to the countryside and served in the army. They too wore green military uniforms and barked commands, with two instructors assigned to each department. Everything was still being rebuilt, and universities had little experience with military training. Conditions were poor, and the training itself was overly simple. Most importantly, the weather was hot and stifling, so they dared not increase the intensity. The exercises were essentially limited to standing at attention, standing at ease, marching, crawling forward, and the like.
Yet after just three to five days of training, apart from a few rural students gritting their teeth and holding on, everyone else was complaining incessantly.
Hearing those familiar sounds, Lian Youming felt as though he had returned to his first days at the Logging Camp. Everyone had looked just like this back then.
And so the dull, monotonous military training began.
Tahe had been cold; here, it was hot.
Every few days, someone would collapse from heatstroke. They were listless during training, yet sprang to life at mealtimes, afraid they would be too slow getting there.
Lian Youming rarely ate in the dining hall. With his appetite, if he ate his fill, he could consume as much