During breakfast time, the students in Class 1, Grade 3 of the F Training Camp all looked gloomy.

Although the male trainees all returned within an hour, this level of training intensity on the first day is unacceptable. How will they survive the rest of the year?

This kind of basic training is rarely conducted in advanced command academies anymore. Graduates from these military academies usually go on to serve in the command or staff systems.

Outstanding cadets will serve in the space fleet, driving interstellar warships. Where would they get the chance to do a five-kilometer cross-country run? Even those who are less outstanding will be assigned to ground troops, but they will at least be riding in armored personnel carriers. Those who charge into battle with rifles are conscripts and mercenaries who didn't have the opportunity to attend military academy.

As breakfast was about to end, the 10 female trainees finally ran back. Using the few minutes they had left, all of them sat down in silence, picked up a steamed bun, and started eating.

There is no distinction between men and women in military academies; enemy bullets will not bend just because you are a girl.

Eating grilled meat alone is too greasy, so having a steamed bun is just right to balance it out, and it can also hide the fact that the female trainee has already eaten grilled meat.

The female trainees munched on their steamed buns while their eyes scanned the male trainees who had finished breakfast and were leaving the restaurant.

"Who do you think it is?" a female student whispered to her companion.

"I don't know. I've been with them for three years and I never realized they were so kind."

"Too."

"Could it be that transfer student?"

"It shouldn't be. Look at how he and a few 'bottom students' are wolfing down their food. They probably didn't get back much earlier than us girls."

"That's true, he looks ordinary and doesn't look like it at all."

Cough cough—Zhang Fan choked on the steamed bun and quickly pounded his chest.

"It's not him, he's not handsome enough." The female student who spoke earlier shook her head, and the other female students nodded in agreement.

Damn it! We shouldn't have left you any food; wouldn't it have been better if you had just starved to death?

Do you think it's easy for me to feed ten mouths all by myself?

I hunted for you and roasted the meat, do you think I have a lot of time? That's why I came back a little late. I haven't even eaten a bite of the meat I roasted myself. Now, if I don't eat a few buns, am I supposed to train on an empty stomach?

As expected, simps must die.

Zhang Fan swallowed her tears. Everything else was fine, but the words "not handsome enough" were too hurtful.

Damn it, boohoo...

After breakfast, there was still physical training, including carrying ammunition boxes, flipping tires, 100-meter obstacle course, crawling through barbed wire, and so on.

Zhang Fan didn't think it was a big deal; they were all basic subjects that could be easily completed, and could only be considered a warm-up.

However, the other trainees complained endlessly. After finishing the morning training, their bodies felt like they were falling apart. At this moment, they no longer looked at Wang Desheng as a hero, but as a devil.

Zhang Fan felt it was alright; Wang Desheng was quite capable, and the academy had its reasons for hiring him as an instructor. Although the training programs designed by Wang Desheng were difficult, the trainees could still complete them if they gritted their teeth, clearly taking their physical condition into account.

The trainees are finding it tough now, mainly because they're not used to it at first, but they'll get used to it gradually.

After half a day, Zhang Fan was also exhausted, covered in sweat and panting heavily.

"Fan, lend a hand." Class monitor Mu Zhihua put her hand on Zhang Fan's shoulder as they walked. "Damn this devilish coach, we're really unlucky to be assigned to the F training camp as an instructor."

"Oh? Aren't the other training camps like this?" Zhang Fan asked curiously.

"Of course not!" Mu Zhihua said through gritted teeth. "We're not an infantry academy. We haven't done this kind of thing for ages. As far as I know, other training camps were still doing regular karate and judo training this morning, while our F training camp was running all over the mountain."

"Isn't cross-country training a good thing? At least it can make your body stronger, right?" Zhang Fan asked, somewhat puzzled.

"What a load of rubbish!" Kinoko shook her head. "What good is being strong? Will it make my future warships run faster?"

"Even if we are assigned to the army in the future, graduates of our academy will at least be armored soldiers. Driving armored vehicles depends on hand speed, not strength!"

Zhang Fan now understands why nobles like to send their children to military academies to enhance their prestige—it's easy, after all.

The afternoon was for theory classes. All the trainees in the F training camp went back to the bathhouse to take a shower, change out of their sweaty training uniforms, and put on their regular uniforms.

When no one was around in the bathhouse, Zhang Fan took off his training uniform and removed the two ten-kilogram sandbags that he had secretly tied to his legs.

We can't do without this, otherwise we won't be out of breath or red-faced after half a day of training. At least our outward appearance should be the same as the other trainees.

The first theory class in the afternoon was on mecha piloting.

Due to the influence of gravity and the limitations of energy battery power, mechs are less practical on land than tanks of the same material and weight, so they are rarely seen on land battlefields.

But space is different.

In space, where there is no gravity, the mechs can disregard their own weight, significantly reducing power loss from energy batteries. Furthermore, aerodynamic considerations are unnecessary in space, meaning the mechs don't need to be streamlined, giving designers considerable leeway.

Men on Earth have always been fascinated by mechs.

If you could only choose between marrying your goddess and piloting a Gundam, what would you choose?

Of course, it's about piloting a Gundam!

Women will only slow down my attack speed!

After completing the basic theory class on mecha piloting in the afternoon, the evening was free time for the students. Zhang Fan couldn't wait to lead Hua Hua to the mecha simulation training room in the academy.

"What are we going there for?" Hua Hua was puzzled by Zhang Fan's excitement. "Mechs are for landing troops. A real man should pilot a warship!"

The space war between Ryan and Phos mainly relied on cannons and giant ships fighting each other. Mechs were mainly used to clean up the battlefield in the later stages of the battle, or as landing forces to board enemy ships. This is similar to the role of the army in the modern war on Earth in the last century.

From a cost-effectiveness perspective, using a mech to attack an enemy cruiser is less practical than using a missile.

But this did not dampen Zhang Fan's excitement. Even if it was just a Zaku, as long as it could be driven, it was fine.

Along the way, Zhan Zhangfan noticed that when he and Huahua walked together, the other students they encountered would intentionally or unintentionally avoid them, and the way they looked at him and Huahua was also very strange.

The gaze wasn't friendly; it seemed to contain some... disgust?

"Tch, ignore them." Hua Hua put her hand on Zhang Fan's shoulder, straightened her back, and ignored the stares around her. She then whispered in Zhang Fan's ear, "You'll get used to it. Just treat them like white pigs."

"We don't think we've offended them, have we?" Zhang Fan felt that it was only his first day of school, and he didn't have time to offend anyone.

“Poverty is the original sin,” Hua Hua said with a sneer. “In the eyes of the ‘benefactors’ of Training Camp A, we are nothing but parasites.”

Hua Hua ignored the obvious hostility, avoidance, and rejection, and just walked forward without looking to the side, as if he had become accustomed to it.

The six training camps of the Royal Military Command Academy of the Duchy of Ryan are arranged clockwise, with Training Camp A naturally next to Training Camp F.

To get from Training Camp F to the mech simulation training room inside the academy, you must pass through the roads in Training Camp A, unless you are willing to take the time to go a long way around.

Zhang Fan now understands why Hua Hua was so reluctant to go to the mecha simulation training room before.

But Hua Hua still brought him, a transfer student who knew nothing about the situation, and Zhang Fan felt grateful. That's what friends are for.

"Hey, isn't this Squad Leader Mu from Battalion F?"

Just as Zhang Fan was pondering this, several unfamiliar students walked towards them.

Upon seeing the red peony badge of Training Camp A on the chests of these trainees' uniforms, the three stripes below the badge, and their sarcastic tone, Zhang Fan knew that trouble was brewing.