"Ah, ah, Comrade Ye Tian, I apologize, I apologize, are you alright?"
Seeing the instructor's concerned expression, Ye Tian wasn't annoyed but couldn't help blaming himself internally for not using one of his many identities and instead introducing himself as a reporter from the regiment headquarters. Field troops generally detest reporters, and that's putting it mildly, mainly because they fear a reporter's pen might write both what should and shouldn't be said.
Ye Tian rubbed his hands together and stomped his feet a few times. "No worries, if a grown man like me can't handle this bit of hardship, that'd be a disgrace to our military dad. It's all good, let's go."
Hearing this, the instructor nodded, patting Ye Tian's shoulder with a big, gloved hand, and exhaling white breath. "Good lad, I'll take you to meet the company commander in a bit. You go and rest for now. Signal soldier!"
