I enlisted four times! My former unit blacklisted me.

He Dong never imagined that the ordeal he experienced that day was just the appetizer for the special operations team.

Over the next few days, He Dongcai gained a deeper understanding of the training intensity of the special operations squad.

He Dong would occasionally think back to his days in the disciplinary squad and feel as if it were a lifetime ago.

He spends half of his time each day thinking about why he didn't stay in the disciplinary squad in the first place.

They patrol leisurely every day, randomly catching a couple of smokers and issuing tickets to those with poor discipline.

There's not much to do at other times, so I just stay in the duty room and can even read novels.

If all else fails, sit on the grass outside the patrol team, bask in the sun, and even tease the female ants to straighten out your slightly bent...

What now?

He finally understood what it meant to have a world beyond the heavens, people beyond people, and hardships beyond hardships.

He hasn't yet experienced Wu Hanfeng's fancy box-lowering training exercises.

The daily training alone is already exhausting He Dong.

I get up at 5:30 every morning without fail to run 5 kilometers with full gear.

He used to be the kind of person who would complain and grumble even if he only ran five kilometers once a week.

The five-kilometer run had just ended, and then it was back to pull-ups, push-ups, and tactical crawls...

After just these exercises, he felt like his whole body was falling apart.

Every time he went running, he was almost always dragged back by Zhao Yihang and Qian Kun using their backpack straps.

Unfortunately, he often ran into his old comrades from the disciplinary team.

Now, whenever he thinks of the name He Sanjun, he can picture the scene of the disciplinary team laughing at him.

What's worse is when it's time to eat.

The other four members of the special operations squad devoured the food with gusto, picking up braised pork with their chopsticks one bite at a time.

He Dong was no longer capable.

His hands trembled like he had Parkinson's disease. He picked up three pieces of shiitake mushrooms, but when he got to his mouth, only a piece of ginger was left.

I tried twice but couldn't get any.

He got so angry that he held the plate in one hand and used chopsticks to shovel food into his mouth with the other.

Qian Kun couldn't stand it anymore and handed him a spoon.

"Dong-ge, if you really can't do it, just use this. Look at how your hands are shaking as you hold the chopsticks like you're playing a clapper."

"What do you know?" He Dong retorted stubbornly, "I call this experiencing the muscle soreness after training; this is what it means to have trained properly."

The words had barely left his mouth when...

The chopsticks in her hand fell directly into the soup bowl.

The chopsticks spun around in the bowl, and finally picked up a piece of egg flower and threw it at He Dong's face.

Others: "..."

After finally making it to night, He Dong took off his clothes and collapsed onto the bed, immediately starting to snore within three seconds.

When he was in the disciplinary team, his must-do activity before bed was to chat and complain with Li Pengfei.

They complain about whose barracks are poorly maintained, and which soldier likes to put on airs.

Now, he doesn't even want to open his mouth anymore; he just closes his eyes and goes to sleep.

He even heard Wu Hanfeng yelling at him in his dream, "Dongzi, speed up! If you can't finish the last 100 meters, you'll have to do extra training!"

For three whole days, He Dong had no idea how he got through it.

Little did he know, an even bigger surprise awaited him.

On the morning of the fourth day, they had just experienced an inhumane training session.

Wu Hanfeng was leading the five of them to rest under a tree, while He Dong lay exhausted on the ground.

From a distance, we could see Liu Zhigang and Li Pengfei carrying two large camouflage bags walking towards us.

He Dong's eyes lit up instantly. He quickly got up from the ground, but his legs gave way and he almost collapsed on his bottom.

"Hey, squad leader, look, it's Captain Liu and the squad leader."

He glanced at the large bag in the other person's hand and couldn't contain his excitement, asking, "Did they bring something?"

Wu Hanfeng glanced at it and laughed, "I guess so. Let's go see what they sent."

Several people went to greet them.

Liu Zhigang placed the camouflage bag heavily on the ground and said casually, "It was sent by the garrison command. It includes two sets of uniforms, leather boots, a helmet, identification, and duty equipment for each person."

"You two quickly check everything, make sure nothing is missing."

He Dong squatted down like a child and unzipped his jacket, his hands trembling with excitement.

Inside were two sets of military police uniforms folded neatly, and you could even smell the fresh fabric of the new clothes.

The white, blue, and red trim, along with the crisp navy blue fabric, made him look like a ragtag army meeting a regular army compared to the uniform he wore before. The difference in their auras was like night and day.

Below is a gold-embossed ID booklet, and two boxes containing miniature cameras and portable law enforcement recorders.

Further down, there was even a simple camera the size of a palm.

"Wow!" He Dong looked at several camera boxes of different sizes over and over again.

"Is it that advanced? It's so invisible. This is the first time I've ever seen such high technology."

Li Pengfei stared longingly at the other party's equipment, his tone tinged with bitterness: "Sigh, the equipment of the military police is just different. Unlike our regiment, which is full of old relics."

Wu Hanfeng also took out the uniform and looked at it. The fabric was so much better than the one he had worn in the disciplinary team.

"Stop looking at it, try it on."

He Dong immediately nodded repeatedly, took off his coat and put it on.

I had just trained too hard, and my arms were so sore that I couldn't put them on even after two tries.

In the end, Li Pengfei handed him his sleeve with a look of disgust.

He took out his phone, turned on the camera, and looked at himself in the lens.

I almost cried with excitement.

"It was worth it! All the suffering these past few days was truly worth it."

"These military police uniforms really make a difference. I'd be willing to run ten kilometers every day now!"

He couldn't stop smiling and kept taking pictures with his phone.

Seeing his smug expression, Li Pengfei couldn't help but curse, "Look at you, so cocky!"

"Anyone who didn't know better would think you were getting married and wearing a wedding suit."

He Dong chuckled and said, "No groom's attire looks as good as this police uniform!"

"Even if you gave me ten wedding suits... no! Even if you gave me ten wives, I wouldn't change!"

Li Pengfei was speechless.

Liu Zhigang snapped at him, "Alright, the goods have been delivered."

"You guys figure it out yourselves."

As he spoke, Liu Zhigang said warily, "Let me tell you, the disciplinary team doesn't welcome you. Don't come here to loiter around."

"Otherwise, watch out or I'll throw shit at you!"

"If you want to show off, go to the government building."

"There are many important people there."

After saying that, Liu Zhigang grabbed Li Pengfei and quickly slipped away.

They were afraid that Wu Hanfeng would perform a blessing ceremony on them as soon as he put on his clothes.

Wu Hanfeng was also dressed; clothes make the man, and a saddle makes the horse.

He was full of energy and high spirits.

He casually hung the miniature camera on his body.

"Now that the clothes have arrived, it would be a shame not to take a turn around and show them off."

"Dongzi, keep up, I'll show you the patrol route."

"Brother Feng is here!" He Dong ran and stumbled after Wu Hanfeng.

The four people, including Zhao Yihang, who were still resting behind, looked at the two figures with envy.

"I wish we could wear this outfit and show off a bit sometime," Qian Kun said with a face full of envy.

Sun Dawei nodded, "Right! I'll suggest it to Brother Feng another day. Doesn't he have two sets of clothes? Give us one to show off."

Zhao Yihang pondered for a moment, thinking to himself: If the military police can discipline the entire army, from new recruits to generals, then can that old bastard Zhao Yuanchao also be disciplined?