I enlisted four times! My former unit blacklisted me.

Within seconds, several people had gathered around the duty officer.

The veterans looked at them blankly: "What happened? You just said Brother Feng was surrounded??"

The duty officer nodded and said, "Yes, Brother Feng just called back."

"He said he was beaten! He was blocked at the regimental gate, and he called for help!"

The veterans were instantly enraged.

"Holy crap!"

"Someone actually dared to hit Brother Feng! I'm going to call for backup."

"Damn! Brother Feng got cornered?!"

"Should I contact the company commander?"

An old soldier, wearing a coat and holding a mop handle, shook his head and said, "Stop hitting it, it's too late."

"By the time the company commander came out of the armory, Brother Feng would be dead!"

The duty officer immediately stood up.

He ran along the corridor shouting, "Brother Feng is being blocked at the group's main gate! Everyone, if you're free, go help him!"

The group of veterans were caught off guard.

"Didn't Brother Feng take the new recruits out? How come they got blocked?"

"Of course! It's because we're out and about that we get stuck in traffic!"

"The best place to block it is the regimental gate! There are sentries there!"

"It's possible they got into a conflict with another company!"

"Damn it! It must be those bastards from the Second Company!"

"Dare to ambush Brother Feng while we're away? He's asking for death!"

"I'll break this bastard's legs."

"Second brother, go to the bathroom and get the floor brush..."

In an instant, more than twenty people, fully equipped and ready to go, emerged in the corridor.

Just as everyone was about to leave.

"Wait a minute." Everyone turned around and saw a man rushing out of the toilet, pulling up his pants.

"And me too."

Everyone fanned their noses.

Liu Yang walked up to the group, signaling for silence: "The company commander and political instructor are both absent, so listen to me! Everyone, head towards the gate. There's only one objective: ensure Brother Feng's safety!"

"yes!"

He remembered that a few years ago, when Wu Hanfeng was enlisting for the second time, there was a conflict between him and the people in one of the companies.

A conflict arose in the clothes-drying area that evening.

Although Wu Hanfeng was physically weak, he never shirked his duties. He led his men to the clothesline and, taking advantage of the chaos, instructed everyone to throw blankets and clothes at their faces, and then beat them up.

At this moment, more than twenty people rushed aggressively toward the main road.

The other platoon members all peeked out to look at them.

"Oh my, is the Third Company going to rebel tonight? Such a big commotion!"

"I heard that Wu Hanfeng was beaten."

"What? Hahahaha! Who dares to touch that plague god? Aren't they afraid of getting messed with?"

Everyone couldn't help but shudder as they recalled their past experiences in the disciplinary squad.

But they couldn't help but feel excited and curious. "Let's go, let's follow them and see which deity dares to mess with King Yama Wu."

More than twenty people walked in front, and then a number of onlookers followed intermittently behind them.

At this very moment, inside the guard post at the regimental gate.

Several sentries on duty were performing their duties as usual, occasionally glancing at Wu Hanfeng and his group outside the regimental gate, as well as at the food spread out on the ground.

The moment they turned their heads, they saw a group of people running frantically toward them.

"Holy crap, what the hell is going on?"

"Which company are these guys from? Are they planning a mutiny?"

The other sentries' expressions changed drastically upon seeing this.

One of the second-term sergeants, clearly the lead sentry, shouted at the group, "Halt! Which company are you from? What do you want?"

But Liu Yang and his group ignored them completely and continued to charge towards them without slowing down.

"Still trying to leave?! If you take one more step, I'll ring the bell!"

The sentry had been on duty for three years, and this was the first time he had ever seen so many people carrying things and marching menacingly toward the gate.

What is this going to do?

A mass raid on the camp?

No, he can't be held responsible if something goes wrong. We have to ring the bell right away.

Just as he was about to put his hand on the bell, someone suddenly called out to him.

"Wait a minute!" A hand suddenly reached out from the front of the line.

Xiao Zhang looked in the direction of the sound—Wu Hanfeng?!

Wu Hanfeng smiled and waved to the guard post: "Squad leader, don't be nervous, we're all on the same side."

He handed the sentry a bottle of Coke. "Here, have some Coke first. They're all from my Third Company. I called them here to help me move some things."

"Uh...you called him?"

The sentry was taken aback, then remembered that Wu Hanfeng had indeed called back to the company to ask someone to come out and get something.

The sentries immediately breathed a slight sigh of relief.

But when they saw the Coke Wu Hanfeng handed them, they immediately became wary.

The memory of that day when Wu Hanfeng was in the mess hall involuntarily came to mind.

The entire disciplinary squad suffered from vomiting and diarrhea, and half of their guard company also had diarrhea, but nothing serious.

Even so, they were still filled with lingering fear.

At the time, the company commander specifically instructed: "From now on, avoid Wu Hanfeng when you see him! Don't talk to him, and don't eat a single bite of anything he gives you!"

The chief sentry looked at the cola in front of him and felt as if it were a witch's poison.

"No, no, no! I have diabetes. I can't drink it."

Wu Hanfeng: "..."

Then he looked at the other sentries.

The sentries also stepped back and waved their hands, saying, "I have high blood pressure."

"I have prostatitis."

"I...I'm on my period...I can't eat anything cold."

Wu Hanfeng: "..."

You're a grown man, what the hell are you talking about, period?

Just then, Liu Yang and his group arrived in a menacing manner.

"You've come pretty fast. Hehehe, then hurry up, there's a bunch of stuff waiting for you to move," Wu Hanfeng said with a smile.

Liu Yang, holding a mop, looked at Wu Hanfeng with a blank expression.

"Veteran? Didn't you say you were attacked? Everyone was blocked at the door, where are they?"

He looked around, but couldn't see a single person from any other company.

What about people?

Isn't this supposed to be a fight?

Could it be that Brother Feng took care of everything?

Wu Hanfeng chuckled and pointed to the small mountain-like object on the ground, saying:

"I was indeed blocked at the regimental gate, but I had too much stuff and couldn't carry it back."

"Getting hit... Does it count if my wallet gets hit while buying these things?"

Everyone: "..."

Your wallet got stolen?

Brother Feng, can you please stop being so humorous?