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The next day at dawn, the sky was a bit overcast, with a whooshing strong wind.

Fang Zhixing woke up naturally, got out of bed, and washed up.

Before long, a servant brought over breakfast, consisting of large meat buns and a meat porridge.

This was the first time Fang Zhixing had tasted the army rations. In one breath, he downed ten large meat buns and three bowls of meat porridge, feeling warm all over.

"Let's go to the training field."

A man and a dog walked out of the separate courtyard and arrived at the training field.

It should still be early at this time.

However, when Fang Zhixing arrived at the training field, he found that everyone was already there.

Three hundred Archers stood in neat rows, with the temporary Instructor Gao Daxing at the front.

Next to them stood four people, namely Luo Kezhao, Ding Zhigang, Wen Yuwen, and a strange young man dressed in brocade clothes.

They were silent, all staring at Fang Zhixing.

Seeing this scene...