The drill ground of the Canglang City new recruit camp.
The accumulated snow had been trampled into a solid sheet of ice, reflecting a harsh, cold glare under the bleak winter sun. A biting wind whipped across the expansive drill ground like a razor blade, kicking up ice shards that stung fiercely against people's faces.
In the center of the drill ground stood several hundred men. They varied in height and build, and their attire was a chaotic jumble: malnourished vagrants in tattered leather coats; hardened veteran soldiers of the frontier with frostbitten faces and fierce glares; and even a few sturdy sons of craftsmen wearing rough linen tunics.
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