Time hurried on, and before anyone realized, another two weeks had passed. The training of the Spear Corps was intense and busy, seemingly designed to squeeze every ounce of energy from the Militia. The Militia had no choice and no time to think, fully immersing themselves in the monotonous training, striving to turn tactical movements into habitual muscle reflexes.
Each day, at first light, Guzman was awakened by the first rays of dawn. Rising from his straw mat, his first task was to wake up his squad members and urge them to quickly get dressed. After a simple breakfast, the Militia left their rudimentary camp to head to the nightmarish training field nearby.