Chapter 230: Who blows a whistle in the dead of night? That's downright cruel!

The campus lay still. In the dorms, faint snores rose one after another. Army University still differed a bit from a real unit. Classes took priority here, with military training as supplement. Anyone who got in was the pride of their hometown. After graduation, they would all be assigned to a Grassroots Unit to take command. The truly capable would rise and become the backbone of future units. Even the slightly weaker ones would train batch after batch of solid soldiers. So most of what they learned...