"Instructor, I have no more questions."
"Join the formation."
"Yes, sir."
"Any other soldiers with questions, now is your chance."
The answer to Feng Yi was a resounding collective reply that pierced the sky: "None!"
"Good." Feng Yi nodded satisfyingly, silently praising the high morale of this elite force, "Free time for thirty minutes, same place on standby in half an hour. Dismissed."
With that said, the whole formation dissolved promptly. Every soldier present was already at their physical limit. Some female comrades fell to the ground sloppily like half-dead sows. It's unthinkable that such a scene would occur in God's Thorn, a troop known for its strict discipline. What's more, these female soldiers were trained by her. This seemed like a slap to her own face.
Angry, Kula stormed forward and kicked out, "You, you, you and you, stand up. Look at what you've become."
The kicked female soldiers were very upset. They quickly stood up straight, massaging their hips.