After faking her death in interstellar space, the powerful woman disguised herself as a man and went

At nightfall.

The instructors were acting very strangely today. After attending the afternoon ceremony, they used the excuse of being tired from their journey to not only not assign any training tasks to the students, but also sent them back to their dormitories, even telling them to get some rest as soon as they got back.

In Leng Ran's view, they were... a little too kind. This was completely unlike the kind of thing instructors who would do, pushing their troops to the brink of death.

Of course, she was also happy to be able to take a break.

He turned off the light and lay flat on the top bunk, staring at the ceiling. The scene of the Storm Army recruits taking their oath today played on a loop in his mind, and he couldn't fall asleep for a long time.

Yang Guang, standing by the bedside, noticed Leng Ran's unusual demeanor: "Your Highness, is something troubling you?"

Leng Ran spoke softly, "Yangon, tell me, why would a group of people be willing to put their lives in danger to fight against strange beasts and protect people they've never even met?"

Yangon glowed faintly: "Perhaps it's because they've found something more precious than their own lives. Something they'd protect even at the cost of their own."

After these words were spoken, Yangon fell into a long silence.

Rose is right. He wanted to protect the princess for no reason, even if it meant the complete destruction of his main program.

He murmured coldly, "Is that so..."

Whether it was the end of the world or the years she spent infiltrating the Illuminati, she always tried to survive and always took on all the burdens herself.

She was never a cold-blooded person, but she wasn't overly kind either.

As she said when she first met He Yuanyang, in her world, no one and nothing is more important than her life.

But if He Xiting, who calls her Ali every day, were to die in front of her, would she really stand idly by?

The answer is, no.

Now, she also has ties, partners and family she wants to protect.

But when exactly did this change begin?

Leng Ran felt drowsy and closed her eyes, but just a few minutes later, the emergency assembly bell suddenly rang!

She sprang out of bed as if by reflex, rolled over, turned on the light, and quickly began to put on the combat uniform that had been issued to her. She rolled up her trouser legs, tied Blue Moon tightly to her calves, then pulled her trouser legs down to cover it. She slung her somewhat heavy equipment bag over her shoulder and rushed out of the dormitory like the wind.

Leng Ran rushed downstairs and had just run out of the dormitory area when she saw a group of instructors chatting at the entrance. They were all startled when they saw Leng Ran suddenly rush out.

Seeing that the instructors were still chatting leisurely, Leng Ran's previously anxious heart instantly relaxed.

Something unusual must be going on. Sure enough, the instructors who told them to go to bed early today were probably waiting for this moment.

She glanced at the electronic display screen hanging by the door; well, it was 1:30 a.m.

"I just had Anning ring the bell for you, and it's only been half a minute." Instructor Ouyang, whom she hadn't seen in a long time, recognized her at a glance. "Mo Li, are you still awake? How come you packed up so quickly? You even brought your equipment bag. Not bad, you passed."

Leng Ran: ...When it comes to dogs, it has to be the drill instructors.

Less than two minutes later, a group of students, still sleepy, rushed out of the dormitory area, looking at the instructors who had woken them up in the middle of the night with resentful expressions.

The third-grade students were quite experienced; they all brought their equipment and appeared at the assembly area neatly dressed.

But the freshmen were different. Some didn't put their clothes on properly, and some forgot their equipment bags. They were pointed out by the instructors and had to rush back to get them.

Of course, additional penalties are inevitable.

Five minutes later, the entire team was assembled.

Instructor Song shouted, "Everyone, get ready! Everyone, put on your breathing masks, and get ready to go!"

Led by the instructors, the students stood in a passage filled with sand and dust.

Instructor Song: "Open the door, Anning."

The gate they had come through slowly closed behind them, while the door in front of them, leading to the outside world, slowly opened, revealing the vast desert behind them.

In an instant, a strong wind swept in, and sand particles hit the breathing mask continuously, making a crackling sound.

Not far away, a circular running track paved with special materials was covered with dust and sand, and two searchlights were set up around it, providing a fairly good lighting environment.

Instructor Song shouted through a megaphone: "What you see in front of you is the desert circular training track on Anning Star. It's five kilometers per lap and is specially prepared for training combat capabilities in sandstorm environments!"

"It's the first day, so let's keep it light. Individual combat students, third-year students will each have three laps, and first-year students will each have two laps. Command and mecha design students will each have one lap! Those who didn't bring their equipment packs, come and get your 10kg weights!"

"Only after everyone else in the department has finished can you leave and go back to your dormitory to rest!"

The soldiers felt a little relieved. It was just two laps, maybe a bit windy, but nothing serious.

The commanders were not so optimistic. Given the current wind strength, if they lost the shelter provided by the passage and were exposed to the gale in all directions, every step they took would be extremely difficult.

The mecha designers were examining the materials used to pave the runway. They noted that the materials were highly wear-resistant and had good weather resistance, but they wondered how they were synthesized.

The commanders were thinking about how to deal with the gale, while the individual soldiers, who just wanted to finish their mission as soon as possible, stepped out the door and onto the runway.

"Holy crap! How can the wind be so strong!"

The moment their feet touched the ground, an unprecedentedly strong gust of wind swept over them, causing them to sway backward. They quickly regained their balance, gripping the ground firmly with their feet, and managed to hold on thanks to their excellent physical condition.

In this environment, just standing still is a challenge, let alone running another ten kilometers!

They once again realized the instructors' "good intentions," and looked at the instructors in the corridor with "tears of gratitude."

Instructor Ouyang grinned wickedly: "Looking at me won't help. Hurry up and run, or you won't get any sleep if you don't finish the mission."

The commanders observed for a long time but found nothing to cover themselves in the area, so they had no choice but to bite the bullet and walk out of the passage.

However, unlike individual soldiers, they could not stand firm. They were blown about and swayed, and those with weaker constitutions could not even stand up.

The mecha designers, who have never had to participate in physical training, were in an even worse situation. More than half of them were blown backward as soon as they stepped out of the passage and were forced to lie on the ground to admire the beautiful yellowish-brown night sky.