Please pull the trigger for this world one more time.

From that night on, "Mo Zi'an" disappeared forever from the recruit company, leaving only a hapless fellow named "Lao Bi"—

The nickname spread throughout the entire squadron within days, and even the instructors started using it. It just goes to show that good news doesn't travel far, but bad news travels fast.

However, Mo Zian hadn't come away empty-handed these past few days. He confirmed one thing: the military police weren't really after him.

On the third day after he began sweeping the stables, Luo Chong and Chu Yan were punished. It should be noted that Luo Chong's father was a major general and senior advisor in the Central Army Group, while Chu Yan's family was an imperial military household, with many elders having military merits.

The reason was that Chu Yan, who shared a dormitory with Luo Chong, really didn't like bitter melon, so in order not to waste food, Luo Chong ate a few bites for her.

Then he was arrested by military police who appeared out of nowhere.

The reason given was that Chu Yan was picky about food and disrupted the morale of the troops, while Luo Chong was condoning his accomplice.

Chu Yan was punished by being allowed to eat only white rice for a day, while Luo Chong was punished by eating five bitter melons raw in one go. From then on, Chu Yan changed his name to Rice Master, and Luo Chong changed his name to Bitter Melon.

Mo Zian exclaimed, "I am not alone on this path!"

This incident almost became the beginning, with people constantly being caught by the military police for various reasons, such as smacking their lips while eating, shaking their legs while eating, or not fastening their top buttons properly...

The most bizarre one was Chen Bu'nai. This guy had a habit of getting up to go to the toilet at night. As a result, he accidentally peed outside while he was still half asleep that day, and was then caught by a military policeman with dark circles under his eyes who had been lying in wait in the urination cubicle.

As a result, this guy was punished and spent half the night in the toilet. He was completely dazed during training the next day. From then on, Chen Bu-nei was cured of his habit of getting up at night.

These military police appear and disappear unpredictably, always giving you a "military police surprise" when you least expect it.

Discontent with the military police was growing within the training company, and some people began to submit reports to higher authorities.

Unsurprisingly, the report was ignored.

Moreover, the person who wrote the report was given special attention by the military police—they did nothing but send a military policeman to follow you every day, standing less than 10 zhang (5m) away from you, and even when you were sleeping, someone would take turns, staring at you with wide eyes.

So, a few days later, this person transferred schools.

Then the military police just did what they were supposed to do.

Many people didn't understand, and some even began to question why they had come here, but Mo Zian gradually began to understand something—

First of all, when the military police arrest someone, they always have a specific target in mind, no matter how big or small the problem is. At the very least, it's a bad habit in their lifestyle, so you can't really find fault with them. After all, the military police are in charge of discipline.

So that report was really reckless.

Secondly, these military police officers are very careful in their punishments. Almost everyone is first given a serious accusation, then the punishment is gently slapped down. The punishment is not physically harmful, nor does it interfere with training, but it will definitely leave a lasting impression.

Having already been reborn as a human, Mo Zi'an had long suspected something, especially after someone left without any attempt to stop them, he finally understood—

This is a stress test, a very simple test of psychological resilience.

I experienced the same thing in my past life when I was in the military, only the methods were different, but the goal was the same: those who couldn't handle it were kicked out.

The pressure would be much greater on the battlefield.

However, to be fair, while Mo Zian understood, it didn't mean he intended to let it go—no matter what, he had been tricked.

Not fighting back after being hit has never been his style.

Soldiers all have explosive tempers, so who's going to put up with whom?

Of course, this doesn't mean Mo Zian has lost his mind. He must be careful with his methods, after all, they are all on his side, and the military police are just following orders.

So Mo Zian pondered for about two days, and a simple yet effective plan took shape.

……

So, on this day, during lunch break...

"Wei Qiao, there's a package and a letter for you at the mailroom. Go there."

"yes!"

When Wei Qiao arrived at the gatehouse, the military police were indeed there, and there was even a lieutenant military police captain.

Since the parcels and letters were first sent to the military post office in Guangwu City and then arrived at the capital's military academy through an internal route, and this also complied with Wei Qiao's external communication regulations, there were no problems with the process.

All that was left was for the military police to open and inspect the bag.

"Oh my, this is Ma brand cigarettes from Yancheng. This brand uses only Golden Flower tobacco." The military policeman exclaimed after opening the package, "You've got some taste, young man."

"Sir, you're joking. My family does this kind of business, and we don't have anything else to offer."

Wei Qiao opened a carton of cigarettes, distributed several packs on the spot, and gave them to the guards in the gatehouse. "Come on, comrades, we don't have anything else, have a taste."

The guards in the gatehouse thanked them repeatedly, and two of them, who were taking a break, immediately ran out and lit a cigarette.

"Here, sir, take two packs too." Wei Qiao handed two packs of cigarettes to the military police captain.

"No, no, thank you for your kindness, Wei Qiao. We military police have rules, and we absolutely cannot take this."

The military police captain pushed the cigarette back to him and then asked, "I remember Wei Qiao doesn't smoke, so what's wrong with you...?"

"Oh, this isn't what I wanted," Wei Qiao said. "My roommate Lao Bi... Mo Zi'an wanted it. His master's birthday is coming up in a few days, and he wants to show his filial piety. It just so happens that my family is in this business, so I'm taking advantage of the situation."

"I see, then there's no problem."

Cigarettes were not contraband, and the military police captain let them pass after a brief inspection—especially since someone lit two on the spot, which were genuine Jin Hua tobacco, so there was no question of misrepresentation.

The military police captain knew immediately from that unique scent that it couldn't be wrong, since he usually liked it too.

It's impossible for him not to be tempted, but discipline is discipline, and he won't make mistakes.

In the evening, the military police captain returned to his office/rest room and unlocked his drawer with his key.

The moment the drawer was pulled open, the military policeman's breath hitched, and his face instantly turned green.

However, before he could react, the door to his office had already been pushed open.

……

When the Chief of the Military Police looked at the carton of Ma brand cigarettes, worth at least 10 silver dollars, in the drawer, he felt nothing; he even felt a little amused.

Of course, it was more of a wry smile.

He realized something was wrong when he heard that Mo Zian had bought cigarettes that day, so he specifically told all the military police to lock the doors, windows and drawers when they went out.

But it didn't work.

When he learned that Mo Zian claimed to have lost his cigarettes, he couldn't help but sigh, no wonder everyone says this year's students are full of hidden talents and come from a more diverse background than previous years—

Everyone present knew that someone was playing tricks, and the methods were so simple and childish that you just couldn't do anything about it.

Due to their duties, ordinary soldiers are naturally intimidated by military police, and this kind of situation is one of the few genuine weaknesses of the military police.

These trainees showed him through their actions that they had a way to fight back, and it was a direct and unavoidable countermeasure.

"Everyone else go back and rest. Come to my office." The chief of military police called the captain of the military police to his office.

The two arrived at the office.

"Sir, I..."

The military police captain was about to explain when he was interrupted by the military police chief.

"Alright, I know everything. You can go back now."

As soon as I arrived at the office, the Chief of the Military Police waved me away, saying, "I reckon Old Chen will be looking for me first thing tomorrow morning."

Sure enough, the next morning, the chief of military police was summoned to the vice principal's office.

"Little Zhao, I'll leave the matter of arranging things for you here," said the old man Chen Zhiming, sitting behind his desk with a smile. "You've worked hard; you're always the bad guy."

"Yes, Vice Principal. It's all for the Empire, it's not hard work."

The Chief of the Military Police straightened up slightly and then asked, "Old Chen, the last two batches of trainees I handled all continued until the end of basic training. This year... isn't that too short?"

"It's alright."

Chen Zhiming lit his cigar and took a puff. "You've seen the quality of this year's students. Those who couldn't hold on have already left, and the remaining ones have even started to fight back. There's no point in continuing. Soldiers with temper are good soldiers."

"Yes, but I heard there's been some activity in the southeast," the military police chief said. "Shen Yi seems to have misunderstood, thinking it's from the army..."

"Haha, in fact, this is just right..." The old man gave the person in front of him a mysterious look. "I'll handle it, you don't need to worry."

"yes!"

"Alright, you can go back now."

The old man gently exhaled a puff of smoke and flicked off the ash: "They've already found the head of the teaching department. They said it was a misunderstanding; it wasn't that particular pack that was lost. That pack was bought by Xiao Wang himself."

The chief of military police was taken aback, then saluted and left the office.

After everyone left, the old man Chen Zhiming placed his cigar on the edge of the ashtray and took out a loose-leaf book from a hidden compartment in his desk.

Chen Zhiming flipped to the two pages with photos of Mo Zian and Han Dafu, made some notes on them, picked up the telephone receiver on the table, and dialed the number five times.

"Hello, it's me, Chen Zhiming, answer it..."

……

Meanwhile, with the military police matter settled, everyone's attention once again focused on training.

Shen Yi seemed to completely ignore the military police matter and simply proceeded with his training schedule as planned.

The training volume and difficulty have increased visibly.

In the morning, we learned the simplest crawling technique, and in the afternoon, we will learn to crawl across high-speed barbed wire fences using mechanical means.

The next day, the path they crawled on was covered with gravel.

Finally, Shen Yi mounted a heavy machine gun above their heads, and 2.5 micro-inch (12.5mm) bullets roared incessantly above their heads at a certain angle, leaving the group of young people with only a very narrow space due to the angle of the firing arc.

The machine gun roared, and Shen Yi roared too, but the machine gun's voice was louder. In all these training sessions, Mo Zian only clearly heard one sentence from Shen Yi.

"Remember! Sweat more in peacetime, bleed less in wartime!"

Training was in full swing: running, shooting, running, crawling, running, throwing grenades...

The training subjects are added and changed every day, but running is a subject that is fixed every single day.

Some people started to misunderstand—they are soldiers, not Kuafu (a legendary figure in Chinese mythology who chases the sun), they don't need to chase the sun.

But Mo Zian knew the importance of two legs in this era—after all, his ancestors in the previous life had outrun wheels on two legs.

Therefore, he not only actively completed the training himself, but also always corrected the training attitude of the members in his team.

of course.

Then he still had to continue the miserable task of sweeping the stables—the military police had been dealt with, but his punishment order was issued by Shen Yixia.

孽 孽!

Until this day...