Soldier King Instructor: From the Start, I Beat Up a Four-Time Enlistee Who Wouldn't Fall in Line

At the foot of Helan Mountain, a twenty-eight-year-old senior colonel reports for duty alone, carrying only a backpack.

The sentries give him a hard time. The base sizes him up. He gets the shabbiest room in the dormitory and the bare-minimum equipment. In the conference room, everyone waits to see this well-connected newcomer make a fool of himself.

No one knows who he is.

Until Old Ge pulls out a file that was never made public in the dead of night, and his hands begin to shake.

This absurdly young senior colonel is, in truth, the youngest major general in Huaxia. His former trainees are now spread across the eight theater commands. He is the last inheritor of the former Iron Fist instructor.

He deliberately took a lower rank and entered the game alone for one reason: to rebuild Iron Fist.

The unit designation that someone had dismantled from within, whose very scars were forbidden to mention.

On his first day in the army, Chen Tiezhu, a troublemaker reenlisting for the fourth time, challenges him in front of everyone: "If you can knock me down, I'll acknowledge you!"

Three minutes and seventeen seconds later, Chen Tiezhu has a mouthful of grit, and all the pride he built up over four enlistments has been ground into the dirt.

That was only a warm-up.

One hundred and twenty-three men are sent into the Gobi. Each gets a compass, a liter of water, and a forty-kilometer trek.

No map, no support, no instructions. Just one sentence: "There won't be any on the battlefield, either."

At last, when the unit designation silent for so many years is restored in black and white, and twenty-three figures stand quietly at attention in the Gobi dusk, he takes the old name-engraved dagger from his waist.

Instructor, I finished the road you couldn't.

Iron Fist, rebuilt.