A night passed, and as the sun shone on the mountain stream, morning arrived as expected.
In winter, the mornings are bright later, so people at the camp generally get up a bit late. Life has a balance, with military-style management during training, but not too strict a requirement in everyday life. If someone wants to sleep in, no one minds, as there is only so much work to be done, and everyone can complete it satisfactorily without unnecessary tension.
Around seven-thirty, Zhang Su woke up from bed. The first thing he did was check the temperature. Upon learning that it had not continued to drop and had stabilized at minus twenty-eight degrees, he secretly breathed a sigh of relief.
Previously, morning exercises were conducted in Little Lucky's courtyard, but this time was different. After dressing, he ran to the mountain gate, simply wanting to see the big tank brought back yesterday.
