Six days remained before the one-month deadline.
Qin Fan's figure finally appeared at the edge of the training field.
"Instructor!"
As soon as they saw the long-unseen face, all the soldiers shouted in unison, their voices filled with excitement and their eyes with fervor.
With a rare smile on his face, Qin Fan clasped his hands behind his back and asked the dozen or so soldiers, "Hmm, have you mastered those stances?"
"Yes, Instructor!" the crowd shouted in reply.
Qin Fan's previously expressed disappointment had struck a chord with these soldiers. For several days, they had been studying the stances day and night, enduring all kinds of pain to master every single one from their notebooks.
