The next morning, the warm winter sun shone upon the earth, and a cool breeze blew, sweeping away the dust on the training ground, swirling and vanishing into the Void. The soldiers, dressed in camouflage uniforms, were not training in groups as usual, but were assembled into two neat and precise squares, looking straight ahead without glancing elsewhere, each emitting a fierce aura. To enter the Special Forces, each one was an Elite Soldier who had passed through numerous challenges.
The seriously clad commanding officer approached the front of the square, his stern gaze sweeping across the field, and his resolute face wearing a satisfied expression. Moreover, he exuded a sharp murderous aura, like a sheathed sword under the warm winter sun, ready to strike, and once unsheathed, no one would dare question the sharpness of the sword.