I enlisted four times! My former unit blacklisted me.

In the classroom of Class 3, Wu Hanfeng had already changed into his training uniform.

He Dong had also changed into his training uniform and stood to the side, clutching two concealed body cameras in his hand.

He handed one of them to Wu Hanfeng and helped him pin it inside his breast pocket, leaving only a tiny lens hole visible.

"Alright, stop daydreaming." Wu Hanfeng patted He Dong on the shoulder. "Is the body camera on?"

He Dong snapped out of his daze, looked down at the body camera on his chest, and saw that the indicator light was glowing green.

"It's on. My entire recording is on, and yours is also on as a backup."

"Okay. Let's go."

……

The Third Company's barracks were located to the east of the regimental headquarters. It was a three-story building with the exterior painted in the same beige color as all the other regimental barracks.

Unlike the newly formed recruit company, this is a proper veteran company.

The entire regiment of armored infantry was stationed there; each of them was a seasoned veteran who had been fighting in the army for more than a year or two.

It was free time after dinner, and the entire Third Company's camp was as lively as if it were Chinese New Year.

On the basketball court, several shirtless veterans were playing half-court.

A burly man with the rank of second-term sergeant had just grabbed the rebound when he turned and hooked the ball twice around the rim before it fell steadily into the net.

"Great shot! Old Zhao, your hook shot is getting more and more amazing!" Several soldiers watching from the sidelines clapped and cheered.

The man called Lao Zhao was Zhao Yu, the squad leader of the second squad of the third company.

He was in the same year as Zhou Haibo and Wu Hanfeng, and the three of them were known as the "Three Musketeers" back then.

"Nonsense! I've been practicing for seven years, how could I not be flashy?" Zhao Yu wiped the sweat from his face, tossed the ball to the opponent, and said, "One more game! I'll take a shower after this one!"

Next to the court, in the horizontal bar area, five or six soldiers were gathered in a circle, watching a tall, thin man do abdominal crunches on the bar.

"Thirty-two, thirty-three, thirty-four... Old Liu, did you take your meds today? You usually only need about twenty before you fall, how come you're doing so well today?"

The tall, thin guy on the bar, panting heavily, replied, "This afternoon, the instructor said there's an assessment next week. Anyone who doesn't do at least thirty abdominal crunches isn't allowed to go out this weekend—I haven't seen my girlfriend in two months!"

The veterans watching burst into laughter.

The barracks were bustling with activity in the third squad's cell on the second floor.

On the lower bunk by the window, four veterans were playing cards around a small stool.

One soldier with the rank of private first class lost so badly that he had seven or eight pieces of paper stuck to his face.

"Three to one!"

"Pair of eight!"

"Go for it! Take control!"

"Damn! You've been hiding your King all this time? Why didn't you do anything when I played a pair of tens?"

"That's different. I didn't quite figure out your style just now."

"Find out my ass! You're just a coward!"

On the upper bunk of the next bed, a first-term sergeant was lying on his pillow scrolling through his phone.

The entire barracks of the Third Company was filled with a relaxed atmosphere unique to veterans' companies.

This sense of relaxation is something you'll never experience in basic training.

The new recruits in the recruit training company walk as straight as possible.

There are 108 different ways that veterans in the veterans' company can lie on their beds.

New recruits in the basic training company dare not even breathe loudly in front of their squad leaders, while veterans in the veterans' company dare to squat on the edge of the parade ground with their company commander and share cigarettes.

Of course, this is on the premise of not running into the disciplinary police.

Just then, two figures walked towards them from afar on the cement road at the entrance of the camp.

On the basketball court, Zhao Yu had just made a three-pointer and was about to give his teammate a high-five when he suddenly caught sight of two figures out of the corner of his eye.

He squinted and stared at the figure walking ahead in the distance for a long time.

"Old Zhao, what's wrong? Keep going!"

"He looks a bit like... Old Wu to me?"

The figure drew closer and closer.

"Holy crap! It really is Old Wu!"

"Holy crap! It really is him!" Zhao Yu threw the ball to the ground, took off running towards the door, but turned back halfway, grabbed his training uniform hanging on the basketball hoop, and shouted into the barracks as he pulled it on.

"Old Wu is back!"

That shout instantly caused an uproar throughout the entire company.

The soldiers on the basketball court all stopped playing at the same time.

The tall, thin man on the horizontal bar flipped and jumped off, almost twisting his ankle.

The crowd that had gathered around the single-bar area to watch the spectacle surged toward the camp gate.

The window of the third squad on the second floor was suddenly pushed open, and the four soldiers playing cards all stuck their heads out, not even bothering to remove the notes from their faces.