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That evening.

Late at night.

Lijia Yu was immersed in the inky darkness of night, and the soldiers fell into a deep sleep.

Zhou Tianyang lay on the kang (a heated brick bed), his hands behind his head, his eyes open, showing no signs of sleepiness.

He was waiting until everyone in the village was fast asleep.

The soldiers in his guard platoon had all fallen into a deep sleep.

Zhou Tianyang waited for about half an hour until he was sure it was completely quiet outside before gently turning over and sitting up.

He put on his shoes in the dark, then tiptoed to the door.

The courtyard was empty, and the moonlight shone through the clouds, casting a faint silver glow.

Zhou Tianyang listened intently for a while.

After confirming that no one else was in the yard, he slipped out the door and left it slightly ajar behind him.

He quickly walked towards the west end of the village.

Lijia Yu is a very small village; it only takes a few minutes to walk from the east end to the west end of the village.

Zhou Tianyang walked very fast, his toes touching the ground first, then the balls of his feet, and finally his heels, each step extremely light.

This is the footwork of an old scout.

This era has been etched into his muscle memory.

The cooking team was located in a row of adobe houses at the west end of the village.

Zhou Tianyang walked up to the large water vats and stopped.

He crouched down and gently lifted the wooden lid of the first jar.

"System, retrieve seven portions of physique enhancement fluid."

[Confirmed removal of 7 doses of the physical enhancement solution (100 servings each). Confirm?]

"confirm."

As soon as he finished speaking, seven palm-sized transparent bottles appeared out of thin air on the open ground in front of him.

Zhou Tianyang picked up the first bottle and unscrewed the cap.

The colorless and odorless liquid flowed down the bottle neck into the jar and silently dissolved into the clear water.

After emptying one bottle, he picked up the second and third bottles, one after another, pouring all seven bottles of physique-enhancing liquid into the water tanks.

Zhou Tianyang put the cylinder cover back on, then reached out to check again, confirming that no traces were left.

Only then were all the empty bottles returned to the system space.

He quickly walked back to the regimental headquarters along the same route.

When I lay down on the kang (a heated brick bed), my heartbeat was steady and my breathing was even, as if nothing had happened.

……

The next morning.

Before dawn, whistles had already sounded in the threshing ground.

Zhao Wenlong stood at the very front of the line.

More than 1,200 soldiers of the new Second Regiment lined up, and the new recruits stood in their respective company formations.

They were all still sleepy-eyed, and some couldn't help but yawn.

"A 5-kilometer armed cross-country run!"

"Each battalion leader, depart!"

At Zhao Wenlong's command, the soldiers of the three battalions moved into action.

The first battalion, led by Zhao Wenlong, ran at the front, followed by Tian Chengjun of the second battalion, and Sun Shengli of the third battalion brought up the rear.

More than 1,200 people started running along the dirt road outside the village.

On the first day, I ran five kilometers.

The new recruits were exhausted.

Many people were bent over and panting heavily when they finished the race, and their calves were trembling.

But no one complained, and no one fell behind.

Or rather, those who had fallen behind gritted their teeth and caught up.

The next day, I finished the five-kilometer run.

The recruits were noticeably in better condition.

The faster runners were almost two minutes faster than on the first day, and the slower runners were no longer as out of breath as they were yesterday.

Some of the new recruits, who had just turned sixteen, were even able to crack a few jokes with the veterans around them after the run.

Zhao Wenlong stood at the edge of the threshing ground, looking at the new recruits, feeling strange but unable to put his finger on what was wrong.

He thought about it and figured it might be because the food had improved and his body had adapted after running for two days straight.

Zhou Tianyang stood at the entrance of the regimental headquarters, watching the soldiers wiping their sweat on the threshing ground. The smile on his lips was noticeably wider than it had been a few days ago.

The body-strengthening liquid has already started to work.

Although it's only the initial results so far.

But the recruits' bodies are changing from the inside out.

Day three.

After the five-kilometer armed cross-country run, the recruits' condition left Zhao Wenlong stunned.

Those new recruits who were panting heavily just two days ago.

After finishing their runs today, everyone was only slightly out of breath, and even looked relaxed.

Some of them were in good physical condition and could even compete with the veterans after running five kilometers.

Zhao Wenlong squatted by the threshing ground, watching the new recruits walk past him, his brows furrowing deeper and deeper.

He called out to a new recruit.

This new recruit was just seventeen years old. When he first arrived, he was as thin as a bamboo pole. He fell behind twice during the five-kilometer run on his first day.

"Xiao Liu, come here."

The new recruits ran over and stood at attention.

"battalion commander!"

Zhao Wenlong looked the new recruit up and down.

Although she still looks a bit thin, her eyes are noticeably more energetic than when she first arrived, and her face has a healthy glow.

Zhao Wenlong reached out and pinched his arm; it was hard, unlike its previous limpness.

What have you been eating lately?

"Reporting to the battalion commander, it's just the same old communal meals!"

"Every day it's corn porridge, pickled vegetable dumplings, and occasionally a few pieces of meat."

Zhao Wenlong released his hand and waved it away.

"Alright, go ahead."

As he watched the new recruit run back to his unit, that inexplicable feeling in his heart grew stronger and stronger.

He was, of course, unaware of the existence of the physique-enhancing fluid.

He just felt that the new recruits this time were too adaptable.

When I was training new recruits in the 772nd Regiment, it would take at least ten days to half a month for them to recover.

But it's only been three days, and the changes in those new recruits are already visible to the naked eye.

Fourth day.

On the shooting training range, the wooden poles for the target positions are placed about a hundred meters away.

More than a hundred new recruits from the first battalion lay prone on the firing line, holding M1 Garands in their hands, aiming in the standard posture.

Beside them, the veterans squatted down, their eyes scanning the new recruits' postures, occasionally calling out to correct them.

"Keep your elbows down, don't raise them so high!"

"Keep your breathing steady, don't rush!"

"Aim carefully before pulling the trigger, don't fire randomly!"

The recruits lay prone on the firing line, sweat beading on their foreheads, their eyes fixed on the blurry black dot on the target paper in the distance.

Just a few days ago, most of them had never even touched a gun.

Now, however, he is holding one of the world's most advanced semi-automatic rifles.

"shooting!"

At a command.

A hundred or so M1 Garands opened fire simultaneously.

Gunfire erupted in rapid succession, bullets whistling through the air.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

After a round of shooting, the veterans ran over to look at the targets, and when they returned, their faces were filled with surprise.

The hit rate is unbelievably high.

Those recruits who couldn't even hold a gun steady just three days ago actually achieved a hit rate of nearly 80% today.

Although it was just a fixed target at a distance of about 100 meters.

But this rate of progress is just too outrageous.

Zhao Wenlong stood at the edge of the threshing ground, looking at the report card in his hand, and remained silent for a long time.

He raised his head and looked in the direction of the regimental headquarters.

Zhou Tianyang was standing at the entrance of the regimental department, holding a teacup in his hand, with a smile on his face that he couldn't quite describe.

Zhao Wenlong opened his mouth, wanting to ask what was going on, but swallowed the words back.

Day 5, Day 6, Day 7...

As the days went by, the new recruits' condition improved day by day.

The effects of the body-strengthening liquid are gradual.

It's not the kind of sudden, immediate change, but rather getting a little better and stronger every day.