The team has not yet been established, and He Yifei also has plenty of time to busy himself with his chores. However, when he came to the camp, it was already past noon, and in order to solve the problem of rest before dark, He Yifei still walked towards the location of the logistics office non-stop.

Following the guidance of the signs in the camp, He Yifei easily found the location of the logistics office. It's just that today is the day when the recruits report for duty, and there are not a few recruits assigned to his thousand-man regiment, and at this time, everyone is also gathered in this logistics office to receive items.

After three months of intensive training, the recruits have developed the habit of abiding by discipline, although there has been a long queue in front of the logistics office, but the latecomers, but very consciously waiting at the back of the team in order.

After waiting for nearly half an hour, He Yifei finally lined up in front of the door of the logistics office, and saw that it was about his turn to enter, but at this time, a person who came out of the logistics office completely attracted He Yifei's attention.

"Young King, has he also been assigned to this group of thousands?"

Seeing that familiar face, He Yifei recognized the other party's identity at a glance.

"I heard, wasn't he recruited into the Martial God Mountain, how could he appear in the army?"

Thinking back to the results of the previous Qingle ceremony, He Yifei was puzzled in his heart, in his eyes, since he could enter the door of Wushen Mountain, why bother to work hard in this army?

"Boss, I didn't expect you to be here!"

Thinking of the kindness of the young king at the beginning, He Yifei took the initiative to send a greeting to the young king who was walking towards him.

"He Yifei?"

Hearing the familiar name, the young king also glanced at the source of the voice, and the moment he saw He Yifei, he couldn't help but show a puzzled expression.

"What a coincidence, boss, we were actually assigned to the same group of 1,000 people!"

He Yifei was also extremely happy when he heard the young king's response.

"He Yifei, we have entered the army, and there is no boss here. In the future, you will still call me by my name!"

The young king did not have any pleasure because of He Yifei's compliment, and he was very knowledgeable about the current affairs to correct He Yifei's language disease.

"Name?Young King's name?Lin Zeyu! How long has it been since no one dared to call him by his name, I almost forgot it!"

The words of the Young King made He Yifei stunned, he racked his brains, and finally remembered the real name of the Young King.

"He Yifei, I still have some trivial things to deal with, and if we have a chance in the future, let's talk again!"

The young king looked at He Yifei in a daze, and did not delay much, he said a perfunctory sentence casually, and hurriedly walked into the distance.

"1-1-117! That should be the number of his squad! I didn't expect him to be in a hundred-man group with me!"

He Yifei's eyes swept over the item number in Lin Zeyu's arms, and he quickly thought of his preparation. However, before he could respond, Lin Zeyu was already far away.

"This young king is still so arrogant!"

He Yifei looked at the back of the young king and couldn't help but shake his head.

"I really don't know if the arrogant nature of the young king can be smoothed out by the army! Yes, the character who once called for wind and rain in the slums is now just a rookie recruit. This transformation, tsk, tsk!"

At this time, He Yifei actually began to worry about Lin Zeyu, and he completely forgot that the gap between himself and Lin Zeyu was not a little bit.

"Next!"

A loud shout came from the front of the logistics office, and He Yifei was instantly pulled back to reality from his thoughts.

He Yifei, who came back to his senses, didn't have the heart to think about anything else, he saw that all the people in front of the queue had entered the house, so he had to step forward quickly and start registering his relevant information.

As night fell, He Yifei returned to the empty barracks after receiving the quota of meals from his 100-member group. Having hastily filled his stomach, he lay on his back alone in the made bed, staring at the dim lamps in the room.

"Three months have passed like this, and from now on, I am already a real soldier!"

The rare silence made He Yifei's thoughts fly again, and he stroked the number attached to his chest, but he couldn't help but sigh secretly in his heart.

"In the future, I will embark on this road, I really don't know, with the level of my second-order warrior, I can safely survive this ten years!"

Thinking of his slight strength, He Yifei's mood also became nervous, and that kind of depression made him feel like walking on thin ice, and his whole body trembled slightly.

"What will tomorrow look like? Tomorrow, tomorrow, will I still see my father?"

The tranquility after the freshness reminded He Yifei of his weak father again, and at this moment, he hated to return to his father's side and be a child who would never grow up.

"My father loves planting, and I must use my military merits to exchange him for a piece of land in the supply area, so that he can enjoy his old age in peace!"

"Yes, I must work hard and do my best to fulfill my father's little wish!"

"He Yifei, come on!"

In the confusion, He Yifei's eyes also slowly closed, his mouth was still muttering vague words, but his consciousness was already asleep.

"Bell! bell!"

I don't know how long I slept, a piercing knocking sound woke He Yifei up, and he didn't get rid of the sleepiness, he ignored the noise, just muttered a few words, and fell asleep again.

"He Yifei! Get up!"

Seeing that He Yifei was numb, the person who made the noise had no choice but to reprimand.

"Don't make a fuss, let me sleep a little longer!"

However, He Yifei was still indulging in his own sweet dreams, how could he be willing to wake up? With a wave of his right hand, his body rolled over, and his eyes showed a hint of opening?

"Assemble!"

Seeing that He Yifei was so inadequate, the man was completely angry, and he suddenly let out a loud shout.

"Poof!"

The sound of shouting exploded in his ears, He Yifei was startled, his body suddenly flipped over, and the person had already fallen to the ground.

"Assemble, assemble, assemble!"

Hearing the loud shouting clearly, He Yifei's consciousness finally returned to reality, only to see him stand up in a panic, and he didn't know what to do for a while.

"He Yifei, put on the weights under the bed, and the morning exercise begins!"

The voice didn't pay attention to He Yifei, who had not yet recovered his senses, and directly gave the order.

"Yes, instructor......! Captain!"

He Yifei's eyes instinctively blinked a few times, and finally saw the face of the person in front of him clearly, and at this time, he completely woke up.

As soon as Mo Tian saw that He Yifei had regained his senses, he didn't pay any more attention, he turned around slightly, and walked towards the outside of the barracks first.

He Yifei saw Mo Tianyi leaving, hurriedly bent down and pulled out the counterweight under the bed, after three months of intensive training, under instinct, he was able to wear it freely.

After putting on the weights, He Yifei didn't dare to delay in the slightest, he patted his cheek, let out a sigh, and walked towards the outside of the barracks.