At 9:10, Mo Shangjun arrived at the recruit company.
It was thirty degrees, very hot, but both recruit companies were standing at attention.
When Mo Shangjun walked over, they were all standing there, sweat pouring down like beans, their shirts almost soaked through, but—there was no sign of slacking off.
Everyone was holding their breath, concentrating on their posture, eyes looking straight ahead.
Scanning the area, Mo Shangjun couldn't help but chuckle.
She had heard before that Lang Yan trained his soldiers well, and did not expect that there was not a single one making small movements.
—However, she didn't know that when Lang Yan left at eight, he had already informed this group of recruits that Mo Shangjun would be taking over. Given their overwhelming curiosity about Mo Shangjun, even the usually most troublesome ones were behaving well, not daring to make any mistakes.
Four platoons, each led by a platoon leader.
