Gao Yang turned to Peter with a sigh, then whispered, "Buddy, if you don't believe it, go ask Farouk, and you'll get your answer. I suggest—no, you must immediately change the training program; you have to mature those rookies as soon as possible. Perhaps we received different orders, but let me tell you, Marshall has already rushed me three times."
Peter's face went blank as he weakly said, "Damn, are you guys conspiring to fool me? If it's an order from Marshall, then it's irreversible. Why hasn't anyone told me until now? Why didn't anyone tell me I'm training a cannon fodder unit? Damn it! Only half a month left! Special Forces trained in half a month, is this a joke? Man, I don't know how to teach anymore. I've never learned how to speed up the training for a cannon fodder unit. What should I do? F**k! What should I do?"
Gao Yang was the one with real problems because he was the one who had to lead this cannon fodder unit into battle, not the mere trainer, Peter.
