I enlisted four times! My former unit blacklisted me.

As Zhang Kai emerged from the government building, his back was straighter than a soldier's.

Wu Hanfeng's praise just now made him feel so comfortable that he even felt a little unsteady on his feet.

I was initially worried that something might go wrong, but now I'm completely at ease.

If the government building passed the test smoothly, the grassroots brigades would have no problem at all.

Just as he was pondering whether to take the two of them directly to the special operations squadron to show off, Wu Hanfeng paused and turned his gaze to the barracks area on his left.

"Staff Officer Zhang, isn't that a battalion over there?" Wu Hanfeng pointed ahead. "The duty company is the grassroots level; whether it has a tough style or not depends on the ordinary companies. Since it's on the way, shall we go and take a look around?"

Zhang Kai's heart skipped a beat, but then he relaxed.

A large brigade?

That's the flagship unit of the brigade!

For three consecutive years, the brigade has been recognized as an advanced unit in grassroots construction. Its internal affairs and hygiene are well-known as a benchmark. The brigade commander often praises that the quilts of the brigade are folded to a standard that is more accurate than engineering drawings.

Taking them to see a large group of people—isn't that a freebie?

"Wow, Comrade Wu has a really good eye!" Zhang Kai immediately extended his hand and enthusiastically led the way, "This is the First Brigade, the benchmark for internal affairs in the entire detachment!"

"When our government officials go to the grassroots level to learn how to fold blankets, they always go to the first brigade first."

"You two have come at the right time; it's a good opportunity to learn from their experience!"

"Alright, let's go and learn from their experience." Wu Hanfeng smiled faintly as he slowly walked towards the First Battalion's camp.

Journey to the West?

What are we seeking?

When he was scanning the government building with the radar, he also thoroughly searched the dormitory building of the neighboring brigade. The things hidden in that building were even more varied than those in the government building; it wouldn't be an exaggeration to call it a small snack and general store.

As soon as I arrived at the entrance of the First Battalion's camp, two sentries snapped to attention and gave me a perfect military salute.

Wu Hanfeng glanced at the two sentries and couldn't help but click his tongue slightly.

The top button was fastened tightly, and even the angle of the brim was exactly right.

The soldiers who were doing extra training on the training field straightened their backs even more upon hearing the commotion.

The voices that called out the unit numbers were louder, and everyone was full of energy, exuding an air of strict discipline.

"Great! You're really in high spirits!" Wu Hanfeng stopped, smiled and nodded, his face full of admiration. "Look at this morale, it's obvious you've been strict with them. Ours over there, they're all so lax during free time after meals, they're nowhere near as good as you guys."

"Not at all, it's all what I should do." Zhang Kai said modestly, but his tail was practically wagging in the air. "The style of our First Brigade has always been one of the best in our detachment."

"The detachment leader often says that grassroots units should act like grassroots units. They should stand properly and sit properly. These young men are living up to expectations and never cause their leaders any trouble."

"Last year, the brigade conducted a random surprise inspection, checking bunks and sentries at 2 a.m. While others raided the building, our brigade received perfect scores in everything: housekeeping, sentry duty, and personnel attendance!"

"Even the head of the inspection team from the brigade said, 'This is what a regular army should look like!'"

He Dong, who was listening nearby, was speechless with astonishment.

If he hadn't known about the squad leader's ability to discipline people, he might have almost believed it.

Previously in the regiment, Wu Hanfeng was like a radar installed on him, able to accurately find where people hid contraband in the headquarters building and the dormitories of each company.

He believed that this time would be no exception.

However, Wu Hanfeng doesn't want to do it right now.

As the group walked along the main road, every soldier they encountered stood ramrod straight and voluntarily stepped aside to salute, their military bearing impeccable.

Not to mention their shirts were open and their trousers rolled up, you couldn't even find a single collar crooked; they looked more orderly than a guard of honor.

Zhang Kai's smile never faded, and his last bit of worry disappeared.

In this state, let alone two military police officers, even if the brigade leaders came to investigate, they wouldn't be able to find any fault!

Upon entering the dormitory building, I was immediately struck by its beauty.

The hallway floor was so smooth you could see your reflection in it, and the mops and brooms along the wall were lined up in a straight line, with even the mop heads pointing in the same direction.

Water cups, washbasins, and toothbrushes are neatly arranged at the entrance of each dormitory, with the labels facing outwards, as if measured with a ruler.

"Tsk tsk, these standards are too high." Wu Hanfeng walked around looking at the building, his tone full of admiration. "The cleanliness of this hallway is even better than our regimental headquarters building."

"Staff Officer Zhang, you really need to teach us a thing or two about internal affairs management."

"Hey, these are just routine requirements, you'll get used to them." Zhang Kai smiled so much his eyes narrowed into slits as he pushed open the door to a dormitory. "Come on, Comrade Wu, take a look at Class One. This is our brigade's model class, with the best housekeeping."

As soon as the door opened, eight soldiers were already standing in a row inside, each with their chests out and heads held high, their top buttons fastened to their chins, and their eyes looking straight ahead, looking exceptionally disciplined.

The dormitory was so clean that there wasn't a single flaw.

The blankets on the bed were folded neatly into squares with sharp edges, and even the sheets were pulled up without a single wrinkle.

The training shoes and slippers under the bed were all neatly arranged with their toes pointing outwards.

The desk was completely empty, except for a duty manual and nothing else.

At first glance, it's practically a living example of exemplary housekeeping.

"Impressive, truly impressive." Wu Hanfeng walked to the bunk, gently touched the corner of the blanket, and praised earnestly, "These edges, this neatness, are even better than what our regimental staff folds. With this level of housekeeping, it's qualified to be a model for the entire military region."

Lu Feng, the class monitor of Class One, stood in the line, trying hard to keep a serious expression on his face, but his palms were already sweating.

Praise, praise as much as you can.

Just don't look down at the seams between the bed boards.

Zhou Ming, the captain of the first squadron, stood at the end of the line, his heart pounding with anxiety.

I received the message in such a hurry that I hid everything that needed to be hidden, so there shouldn't be any flaws, right?

Zhang Kai was even more pleased with himself, and said with a smile, "Comrade Wu, you flatter me. These young men may not be good at much else, but they're experts at folding blankets and doing housework. They get up half an hour early every morning to tidy up, and they've been doing it every day for a long time, so they've already mastered it."

As he was speaking, Wu Hanfeng bent down and gently tapped his fingers on the bed board near the window.

"This bed board is pretty sturdy. Do you usually practice push-ups on it?"

Wu Hanfeng spoke casually, as if he were just chatting, and gently hooked his fingertip along the gap in the bed board.

"Huh? What's that rustling sound?"

He frowned slightly, as if he had just noticed something amiss, and with a slight flick of his finger, he pulled a crumpled stainless steel lunchbox out from the narrow gap in the bed board.

The lunchbox lid wasn't closed properly, and with a flick of the wrist, it popped open with a "snap".

A strong and overpowering aroma of pickled bamboo shoots instantly exploded, filling the entire dormitory room.

Half a box of unfinished snail rice noodles was soaking in the soup, with some oil still clinging to the chili oil, and a half-open packet of pickled bamboo shoots lay next to it.

The air fell silent instantly.