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Translator: 549690339
"Assemble in the corridor!"
Four words, resonant and powerful.
The whistle pierced through eardrums.
The dormitories on the third and fourth floors were all startled, hastily running to assemble in the corridor.
In less than two minutes, the three platoons of the second company had all gathered in the narrow corridor, staring at her with trepidation in their hearts.
Although the afternoon training was temporarily suspended on Company Commander Lang's orders, they should have been fully confident, yet faced with a soaking wet Mo Shangjun, they felt somewhat guilty.
In their eyes, Mo Shangjun was absent from the training grounds, surely she must have been in a meeting or doing other easier tasks.
They could not have imagined that Mo Shangjun would appear before them like this.
It wasn't exactly disheveled, but it was unexpectedly alarming.
"Attention, at ease."
Mo Shangjun issued her commands in a clear and concise manner.