Day 138, early morning.
The loud cries resonated one after another in the training grounds of the West District.
In the newly expanded large plaza, a total of eighty thousand people, dressed in uniform, were running in circles in separate male and female teams.
At the very center of the crowd, Ma Xiaoling was rhythmically blowing the whistle loudly, one blow at a time.
The footsteps of the crowd running in circles perfectly aligned with Ma Xiaoling's whistle.
Mr. Ma had volunteered to be the chief drill instructor of the Yangsheng Army, and he was doing quite well, very convincingly.
At this moment, underground in the Biological Laboratory, the two intellectual pinnacles of Starfire Town stood perplexed in front of the Molecular Regeneration Device.
The Triangular Tool Group, which was supposed to have left yesterday, was huddled in front of the holographic display, performing various operations and checks.
