"I am your military training instructor. My surname is Zhao. You can call me Old Zhao or Instructor Zhao."
On the morning of September 1st, the summer heat had not yet completely dissipated, and the sun hung high.
Su Yuan and a group of classmates lined up on the training field.
In front of them was a burly middle-aged man, carrying a Doorboard Giant Sword on his back, wearing military attire, and speaking sternly.
Evil Extermination Sword Sect having a military training program was something Su Yuan had not anticipated.
He really couldn't imagine what kind of military training would be useful to him, a distinguished Foundation Establishment Stage patriarch.
Standing at attention? Making military beds? Running operational drills? Being subject to surprise inspections at night? Or perhaps practicing shooting?
All completely without difficulty.
