I enlisted four times! My former unit blacklisted me.

Wu Hanfeng: "???"

Zhao Yihang chuckled and said, "I just think being a military police officer is really cool."

"Brother Feng, just tell me, what's it like being a military police officer? You put on the silver helmet and red armband, and everyone avoids you on the street. Isn't that really impressive?"

Wu Hanfeng shoved him aside and walked into the dormitory: "What's so impressive about it? It's just about managing military discipline and checking for smoking violations. To put it bluntly, you're just like a neighborhood committee auntie in the camp, destined to worry about everything."

"How can that be the same!" Zhao Yihang said, "The neighborhood committee aunties don't have the same prestige as the military police. I heard that the military police in the division's training corps have more power than the military police in the regiment, comparable to the military police of the three armies! Whether they are new recruits or veterans, even division leaders, they all have to be afraid of them."

Wu Hanfeng stopped, turned around and looked at him: "Hey kid, what are you doing thinking about military police all day? I remember you always saying you wanted to be a special forces elite soldier, what, changed your mind?"

"No, not at all!" Zhao Yihang chuckled twice, scratching the back of his head. "It's just... I just think wearing the military police uniform is pretty cool. With the silver military helmet on, the aura is instantly off the charts."

"Cool?" Wu Hanfeng scoffed, giving him a meaningful look. "I bet you're up to something else. This trip to the division's training camp is probably just a way to give your division commander father, who believes in 'spare the rod and spoil the child,' some extra 'attention'?"

Zhao Yihang's smile instantly froze: "Brother Feng, how did you know?!"

"Nonsense." Wu Hanfeng rolled his eyes. "Back when you were in basic training, I saw you get up to pee in the middle of the night more than once, and I almost couldn't resist covering your old man with the blanket and giving him a beating!"

Zhao Yihang was shocked. "Holy crap! Brother Feng, you saw it all?"

Wu Hanfeng said leisurely, "If you don't want people to know, don't do it in the first place!"

"Luckily, you still have some humanity left, you didn't really dare to hit your father!"

Zhao Yihang's face instantly turned red to the roots of his ears. He scratched his head and decided not to pretend anymore: "Hey, Brother Feng, since you already know, I'll just say it directly. That old man scolds me at home every day, saying I'm a good-for-nothing and a lazy bum."

"Although I think I've made something of myself now, I still can't quite swallow the grudges from the past."

"He happens to be at the training camp this time. If I can get a military police officer's identity, I can 'check on' his military discipline and let him experience what it's like to be managed."

Wu Hanfeng asked with a smile, "Aren't you afraid your dad will kick you right there?"

"He wouldn't dare!" Zhao Yihang retorted, "The military emphasizes that everyone is equal before discipline. So what if he's a division commander? Even a division commander with improper military bearing gets disciplined!"

Seeing the boy's eager expression, Wu Hanfeng smiled and shook his head.

He understood this feeling all too well. Seventeen or eighteen-year-old kids always wanted to prove to their fathers that they had grown up. Nothing felt more fulfilling than "controlling" their dad in front of everyone.

"Alright, I'll take you along too."

Zhao Yihang's eyes lit up instantly, and he was about to cheer when Wu Hanfeng raised his hand to stop him. "But let's get this straight, there are three rules. If you can't keep them, you should give up on this idea as soon as possible."

"Brother Feng, just say it! Don't say three chapters, I'll agree to thirty!"

"First," Wu Hanfeng held up one finger, "you don't have sole enforcement authority. All disciplinary actions must be carried out with my presence and approval. You're not allowed to stop people or write down names on your own, understand?"

"Huh?" Zhao Yihang was a little disappointed. "Then I'm just a follower?"

"You want to be the top dog?" Wu Hanfeng glared at him. "You don't even have a formal disciplinary post. You're lucky if you can even come along and see what's going on. If you were really allowed to enforce the law on your own and something went wrong, who would take responsibility? Your dad would skin me alive."

Zhao Yihang thought about it for a moment and felt that it made sense, so he quickly nodded: "Okay, okay, I'll listen to you. You decide when to go up."

"Secondly," Wu Hanfeng held up a second finger, "we must strictly follow the rules and not use our position for personal revenge. Especially towards your father, if you really piss him off, you'll be the one getting beaten up, and I won't be there to protect you."

"Don't worry, Brother Feng! I know what I'm doing!" Zhao Yihang patted his chest and assured him, "I was just venting. I wouldn't dare actually lock him up. He'd break my legs."

Wu Hanfeng: "???"

Did I mention the word "solitary confinement" earlier?

Zhao Yihang: "!!!"

"Third," Wu Hanfeng held up his third finger, "stay close to me the whole time and don't wander off. The training corps is not like our regiment; it has soldiers from all units, lots of troublemakers, and lots of veterans. Don't wander off and cause trouble. If you really run into a tough opponent, don't fight them head-on, call me."

"Understood!" Zhao Yihang grinned from ear to ear. "Don't worry, Brother Feng, I'll definitely stick close to you. Wherever you go, I'll go, like your shadow!"

Wu Hanfeng smiled and said, "That's settled then!"

…………

Not long after returning to the dormitory, the door was suddenly pushed open with a "bang," and a burly second-term sergeant stood in the doorway, carrying two large stainless steel food containers in his hands and a cloth bag hanging on his arm.

The visitor was Wang Erniu, the head cook of the second canteen of the government office.

"Deputy Class Leader!" Wang Erniu's loud voice instantly silenced the entire dormitory.

"I heard from the regimental headquarters that you're going to the division's training team for intensive training soon, and they even invited me to be your company's personal head chef! Hehe! Your brother Niu got orders and specially prepared some hearty dishes for you, so I rushed over without stopping!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he strode in, placed the two food boxes on the open space in the middle of the dormitory, and the moment he opened the lid, a rich aroma of meat filled the entire room.

The top layer is a braised pork knuckle, glossy and oily with a reddish-brown color, its skin soft and the meat tender.

Next to it were slices of braised beef cut into even thicknesses.

There was also a plate of cold pig ears, drizzled with chili oil and minced garlic, which looked very appetizing.

The bottom layer is old hen soup simmered in an earthenware pot, with golden oil and floating goji berries and yam slices.

Soldiers from other classes, hearing the noise and smelling the fragrance, also curiously gathered around.

Seeing the delicious-smelling dishes on the table, my mouth watered instantly.

"Erniu, you're going too far." Wu Hanfeng was also a little surprised. "Why prepare so many dishes so early in the morning?"

"Of course!" Wang Erniu threw the cloth bag onto the bed, took out a few pairs of disposable chopsticks and opened them. "I know the training camp. The training intensity is high, and the food is only slightly better than that of the recruit company."

"You're not exactly a strong person to begin with, you'll definitely suffer if you go. Let me give you some extra nutrition beforehand, so you don't come back looking even thinner."

As he spoke, he ladled a bowl of chicken soup for Wu Hanfeng and handed it to him: "Drink it while it's hot. It's been stewing for two or three hours. The chicken is raised by the logistics farm itself, so it's absolutely fresh."

By this time, a lot of people had gathered in the corridor, all attracted by the aroma.

The new recruits in the next platoon were peering through the door frame, their eyes wide with amazement.