"Let's not talk about that for now. Now we know where we are, but what do they want us to do? Just stand by and watch? There's nothing we can do right now!"

Some people spoke loudly, their questions drowning out the comments of others, but before their voices faded, a strange phenomenon appeared in the room.

"Shh, what's that noise!"

"What sound?"

"There's something there."

"Ah! I was hit by something, I'm bleeding, I'm bleeding! My blood is all over the floor!"

The crowd outside suddenly erupted in chaos, their voices so loud that it was difficult for others to immediately grasp the situation. Jiang Ling also didn't notice anything unusual at first, but the conditioned reflexes she had trained over the past few years of time travel helped her. When the simulated micrometeorites entered the range of her telekinesis, her shield automatically opened and blocked them.

The so-called simulated micrometeorites are probably the common water bullets filled with fluorescent pigments. They are fired from the four walls of the room. Against the background of the dark starry sky, the low-visibility black surface coating becomes the best camouflage color, making it difficult for people to detect them with the naked eye. They can only barely hear slight leaks, which are the noises produced by the release of high-pressure gas from the muzzle.

"It's a meteorite! Take cover!" Someone shouted, and immediately several people covered in blue fluorescent paint dropped to the ground, holding their heads. This action exposed the inner layer that had been shielded by their bodies, resulting in a new round of shouting and screaming.

The reality is exactly the same as what is written in historical lessons. An army without a backbone leader is simply a pile of loose sand, even these elite troops who have received rigorous training are the same.

Those simulated micrometeorites quickly penetrated layer after layer of defense. When everything settled, only a few lucky people surrounded by the awakened were left. The others were all covered in ugly filth and lay on the floor groaning.

The flexible screen returned to a soft, eye-protecting glow and slowly increased in brightness, allowing everyone to finally see the "tragic situation" in the room—there were originally two platoons of trainees, but now only one reinforcement class remained, most of whom were awakened individuals skilled in psychic manipulation.

Jiang Ling was speechless as she looked at the group of people who had just been chatting and laughing. How high-spirited they had been before, how miserable they were now. Some of them tried to get up from the ground, but the friction in the room was like being wiped out by sticky paint. No matter how hard they struggled, they would always slip and fall again the moment their feet touched the ground.

Jiang Ling expected the station hospital to be crowded tonight, especially the trauma department.

After a while, a rectangular gap appeared on one side of the room's wall, and several people with sad faces walked out with a small team of technicians and several mechanical dogs. They carefully avoided the "unexploded bombs" remaining on the ground and stood in a row outside the crowd.

"A survival rate of 14% is no different from the first batch. I said the awakened ones are useless!" A person walking one position behind the leader said to another person next to him.

"The first batch was 4%, but their training time was cut in half, so it really doesn't make much of a difference when you calculate it." The man replied with an indescribable expression.