She Stood Beside Lu Jiang and Looked at Him For an Unknown Amount of Time.

Instructor Chen was stunned. After he reacted, he smiled awkwardly.

"Yes, Commander!"

When the commander asked this question, he knew that the commander was not satisfied with them.

However, he could not figure out what these recruits did wrong. They did not even stop doing push-ups.

Zuo Qishen seemed to smile and asked in return, "Is that so? Why do I feel like a child playing house in a quagmire?"

Instructor Chen had an embarrassed look on his face.

Zuo Qishen did not look at him anymore. He took a big step and walked up to the high ground. Then, he slightly leaned his body and stepped into the quagmire.

The mud splashed and stained his black army boots and army-green trouser legs.

He stepped on the back of one of the recruits and used some strength. The recruit instantly let out a muffled groan.

The man's sunglasses reflected the scorching sun.

Under the sunlight, the expression of pain on the recruit's face was particularly clear. Bean-sized sweat beaded from his forehead.

"When you do push-ups, bury your face in the mud," Zuo Qishen said calmly, but the words he said were extremely harsh. He removed the leg that was originally stepping on the recruit's back and ordered, "Do it again for me to see."

The recruit gritted his teeth. This time, he finally hardened his heart and smashed his face into the mud.

When his face was exposed again, the yellow and black mud completely covered his facial features.

Only then did Zuo Qishen move his gaze away from him. He turned his head to look at Instructor Chen who was standing foolishly at the side.

"Instructor Chen, do you see this? This is my standard." His voice was not loud, but there was an inexplicable sense of oppression.

Instructor Chen looked at Zuo Qishen, then looked at the recruits who seemed to be unable to breathe. His gaze was complicated.

Zuo Qishen looked down at him from above. When he spoke again, there was a hint of viciousness in his voice.

"West Lake doesn't need trash who can't even do push-ups in the quagmire! With your training, how can you enter the battlefield of M Country? Do you want to be captured as hostages?"

"All push-ups, one more hour!" Zuo Qishen raised his leg and walked out of the quagmire with one step. "If I see any face that is still white, one more white face will add another hour!"

Instructor Chen looked at Zuo Qishen's cold and tough face and felt complicated.

In fact, he also understood the intentions of Commander Zuo. After all, he was a person who had fought on the front line for two years, so his feelings would definitely be different.

If he was soft-hearted toward the new recruits now, they might die under the enemy's guns in the future when they went to the battlefield.

Commander Zuo was indeed the famous iron-blooded commander of the military region.

Sighing, Instructor Chen shouted into the mud, "What are you standing there for?! Didn't you hear what the commander said? Continue!"

Nan Fei stood not far away and looked at the tall and cold man in sunglasses who came up from the mud. Her fingers tightened slightly as she held the bag.

Her beautiful peach blossom eyes were filled with some complicated emotions.

Lu Jiang could not help but explain in a low voice, "Miss Nan, don't be afraid. Our leader is only a little fierce during training. He is still very friendly to people in private."

Nan Fei shook her head. "You're talking nonsense. How can Commander Zuo be a person who is not what he appears to be?"

Lu Jiang rubbed his head awkwardly. He had a dumb mouth, and it seemed that he was getting more and more muddled.

Nan Fei said faintly, "Lieutenant Lu, did you go through the same thing back then?"

Lu Jiang shook his head. "No, I'm just his lieutenant. I help him with miscellaneous matters. It's not my turn to go to the battlefield."

Nan Fei puffed up her cheeks and exhaled. The air bangs on her forehead were lifted and then drooped down again.

The moment Zuo Qishen came up from the mud, he saw Nan Fei. In the training ground that was covered with layers of camouflage clothing and layers of yellow soil and sand, the woman's long and soft black hair, fair skin, and light blue dress were particularly eye-catching.

Today, her hair was braided into an elaborate fish tail. Her oval face was exquisite and small, and the few strands of bangs on her forehead made her look pure and gentle.

She stood beside Lu Jiang and looked in the direction of the mud for an unknown amount of time.