I enlisted four times! My former unit blacklisted me.

The tarpaulin of the first truck was lifted, and more than twenty soldiers in civilian clothes jumped out, looking around with curiosity.

These are the trainees from the Second Regiment.

Then a second truck arrived, carrying about twenty more people.

The two groups totaled about fifty people, who lined up in two crooked columns on the playground.

Qin Gang glanced at it and frowned.

They can't even line up properly. How did their previous workplace train them?

"Stand still, all of you!" Liu Zhen stepped forward, his face dark, and roared, "Two columns, eighty centimeters apart, standard military posture! Thirty seconds! Anyone still leaning to one side, run two laps to warm up!"

Upon hearing this, the people below immediately scrambled to adjust their positions, pushing and shoving each other, and it took them quite a while to finally manage to form a proper formation.

Looking at the chaotic scene, Liu Zhen turned around and gave Du Hong a wry look.

That's it?

Du Hong shrugged, indicating that he was used to it.

Another ten minutes or so passed before the third truck slowly drove into the gate.

As soon as the tarpaulin was lifted, about twenty people from the third group filed out.

Zhao Yihang was the first to jump.

Next came Ma Teng and Sun Dawei, each carrying a backpack.

Then there's Hao Qiang.

When he jumped off the car, his left foot landed first. As a result, before the left side of his body had fully regained sensation, his leg went weak the moment he landed, and he staggered forward three or four steps, almost falling flat on his face.

"Damn it!" He frantically grabbed the arm of the person next to him to barely steady himself, his face turning bright red.

The soldier he grabbed was startled: "Dude, are you alright? Did the ride take a while?"

"It's nothing, it's nothing." Hao Qiang awkwardly let go of his hand, moved his numb left leg, and cursed Wu Hanfeng in his mind again.

Wu Hanfeng was the last to get off the bus.

He took his time, stepping steadily onto the foot pedal and jumping down.

He stretched and yawned, looking like a cat that had just woken up, exuding a lazy vibe.

He glanced across the playground, his gaze sweeping over the row of instructors before finally settling on the scar on Qin Gang's face, and he raised an eyebrow slightly.

Qin Gang also noticed the last soldier to get off the bus.

There's no way to ignore it.

Everyone else had the rank of first-term sergeant or second-year enlisted soldier, but he was the only one with the collar insignia of a second-term sergeant, making him stand out among the group of soldiers with "one-legged" and "two-legged" collars.

It's like a college student sneaking into a group of junior high school students.

The four squadron leaders also saw Wu Hanfeng.

"Wow, there really is a second phase?"

"He doesn't look particularly strong, just an average build. Is he really in Phase Two?"

"How strong can someone who has enlisted four times be?" Han Song said casually. "He has years of service, but he's had too many breaks in between, so his foundation is probably not as solid as some second-year soldiers."

"Interesting. What's it like for this second-term veteran to train with those second-year recruits?"

"How does it feel? Either he's crushing everyone else, or everyone else is crushing him. If it's the former, then he's a king of soldiers. If it's the latter... then he's utterly humiliated. A second-term sergeant getting completely outplayed by a second-year soldier, where does that leave his face?"

"I bet it's the latter. Look at his posture, so sloppy, like he just woke up. And he dares to call himself a second-term veteran?"

"That's not necessarily true. I noticed a detail just now. After he got out of the car, he glanced at us. His gaze was very calm, without any tension, fear, or that perfunctory attitude of a seasoned veteran. It was just a neutral glance, as if he were looking at a group of ordinary passersby."

"What does this prove?"

"It shows he's confident. Privates get nervous when they see us, and seasoned veterans pretend not to care, but he genuinely doesn't care. I've only ever seen that look in two kinds of people—one is a complete coward who's just lying around waiting to die, and the other is a master who has absolute confidence in his abilities."

"I hope it's the latter."

On the parade ground, all the trainees from the four regiments had arrived, totaling nearly 120 people.

The original plan was to have exactly 120 people, but several people did not come for various reasons, so only 115 people actually attended.

The four company commanders each took a roster and began calling out names, assigning the people to their respective companies according to the pre-assigned lists.

Wu Hanfeng was assigned to the First Company, along with Zhao Yihang, Qian Kun, Ma Teng, and Sun Dawei, as well as Hao Qiang—clearly, the staff officers who assigned the platoons did so based on their original units, essentially cramming everyone from the Third Regiment into one place.

After assigning people, the next step is to assign them to classes.

The first squadron has a total of 30 people, divided into three classes of 10 people each.

Liu Zhen, the captain of the first squadron, held the roster and read out the names one by one to divide the students into classes.

Wu Hanfeng was assigned to Class 1.

Zhao Yihang and the others were all assigned to Class 1 as they wished.

When Hao Qiang heard the name called, he silently prayed: Please don't let me be in the same class as Wu Hanfeng, please don't let me be in the same class as Wu Hanfeng...

"Hao Qiang, Class One."

Hao Qiang: "..."

He felt that God was deliberately working against him today.

After assigning classes, Liu Zhen put away the roster and roared in his croaky voice, "Class assignment complete! Now, each class, go back and tidy up your belongings. Assemble on the playground in fifteen minutes! For every second late, the entire class will have to do an extra set of physical exercises! Did you understand?!"

"Listen carefully!"

The responses from below were scattered and uneven.

"Didn't you eat? Speak louder!"

"Did you hear me clearly?!"

"Not bad." Liu Zhen nodded in satisfaction, then turned and left.

Wu Hanfeng picked up his backpack and was about to leave with Zhao Yihang and the others when Song Yizhou strolled over from the side with his signature smile on his face.

"Wu Hanfeng?"

Wu Hanfeng stopped and stood at attention: "Here!"

"I am Song Yizhou, the class monitor of Class 1."

Song Yizhou looked him up and down, a hint of amusement in his smile. "A veteran from the second phase, here to participate in the reserve backbone training, that's interesting."

"Obey the organization's arrangements."

"Follow orders? Okay." Song Yizhou patted him on the shoulder. "Then do a good job and don't embarrass the second-term sergeants. Out of the ten people in our class, you have the highest rank. If your training results are at the bottom, that won't look good."

After saying that, he turned and left, leaving behind a meaningful silhouette.

Zhao Yihang leaned closer and whispered, "Brother Feng, there's something more to what the squad leader said."

"Nonsense." Wu Hanfeng picked up his backpack and walked towards the dormitory. "He wants to see just how capable I, a veteran of the second term, really am."

"So, how many skills are you going to show off?"

"What are you showing?" Wu Hanfeng yawned. "I just woke up, I'll take a nap first. There's plenty of time in the training team, what's the rush?"

Zhao Yihang watched Wu Hanfeng's retreating figure, then glanced at Qian Kun beside him. The two exchanged a look, both reading the same meaning in each other's eyes—

Is Brother Feng going to play dumb again to outsmart everyone?

Hao Qiang followed at the back, silently pulling his backpack up a little higher, his unease growing stronger.

He had a premonition that these three months would definitely not be peaceful.