I enlisted four times! My former unit blacklisted me.

Besides Zhao Yihang and his three friends, the other people in the dormitory also gathered around, craning their necks to look at Wu Hanfeng's bed, their mouths agape as if they could fit an egg in them.

"Wow! Old Wu, are you moving house?"

"So much new equipment? Five pairs of training shoes? I only have two pairs, and one of them is old!"

"Are those elbow and knee pads? Or the thicker version? I saw they sell for tens of yuan a pair at military surplus stores!"

"Yunnan Baiyao? Huoxiang Zhengqi Water? This... Wu Laobing, are you here to be a soldier or a medic?"

Song Yizhou snapped out of his daze, looked Wu Hanfeng up and down, and asked, "Wu Hanfeng, what's going on with you? Why did you bring so much stuff to the training camp?"

Wu Hanfeng looked up and pointed to the things on the bed: "Reporting, squad leader, these were all given to me by my comrades in the regiment before I left."

"The training team said the training intensity is high, so bring two extra pairs of shoes."

"The logistics guys said there were a lot of mosquitoes, so they brought us mosquito repellent. The medical team said it was easy to get injured, so they gave us some medicine."

"The cooks were worried I'd go hungry, so they gave me some braised food. It's all out of camaraderie; I couldn't refuse."

Song Yizhou's face twitched slightly: "Comradeship in arms? You call this a little bit of braised food, a little bit of medicine?"

"Is this too much?" Wu Hanfeng blinked. "I don't think it's enough. I was going to bring a kettle too, but there's no room for it."

Song Yizhou took a deep breath and then exhaled, seemingly trying to process the impact of the pile of things in front of him.

He reached out and rummaged through the pile of medicines, picked up a box of liniment for sprains and bruises, then picked up a bottle of Huoxiang Zhengqi Water, and finally picked up a vacuum-packed bag of braised chicken legs, examining it from all angles for a long time.

"Isn't the camaraderie in your regiment a little too strong?"

Wu Hanfeng grinned: "It's alright, I just have good interpersonal relationships."

Just then, footsteps sounded at the door, and two figures crept in.

"Squad Leader Song, are all the trainees from Class One here?"

The speaker was Liu Zhen, the squad leader, followed by Qin Gang, the battalion commander. The two were originally going to inspect each dormitory to see how the students were assigned to classes and move in. When they got to the door of Class 1, they heard some chattering inside, so they went in.

"Everyone's here. We're about to check for contraband." Song Yizhou stepped aside, giving the two of them a clear view.

Liu Zhengang nodded, his gaze habitually sweeping over the beds before settling on Wu Hanfeng's bed—

His steps froze instantly.

Qin Gang paused for a moment, his gaze falling on the pile of things, a rare hint of confusion appearing on his expressionless face.

Liu Zhen stared wide-eyed, his gaze slowly sweeping over the pile of things on the bed.

Five pairs of training shoes, so new that even the corners of the shoeboxes hadn't bent from wear.

Elbow and knee pads, extra thick, the price tags from the military surplus store are still on.

The tactical notebook, with a leather cover, was on par with the office notebook used by the company commander.

Medicines were spread out on half the bed: safflower oil, Yunnan Baiyao, Huoxiang Zhengqi Water, cold medicine, montmorillonite powder, band-aids, and medicated oil, all piled up like a medicine cabinet in a field medical unit.

The most outrageous thing was that transparent plastic bag contained twenty pairs of socks and a dozen pairs of underwear.

Liu Zhen had served in the army for twelve years and had seen so many contraband items that they could stretch from the parade ground to the canteen—hidden cigarettes, alcohol, cell phones, playing cards, you name it—but he had never seen anything like this before.

"...Who moved the military supply depot to the dormitory?"

Song Yizhou called out, "Wu Hanfeng!"

Wu Hanfeng: "Here."

Liu Zhen pointed at the pile of stuff on the bed: "Are you here for training or to resell military supplies? Do you think the training battalion is a Singles' Day shopping frenzy? Huh?!"

Wu Hanfeng: "Reporting to the captain, these are some gifts from my comrades in the regiment before we set off."

"A little bit?" Liu Zhen reached into his backpack and pulled out a vacuum-packed bag of braised food—braised chicken legs, braised eggs, braised tofu—a heavy bag that weighed at least three pounds. "You call this a little bit?"

Wu Hanfeng nodded seriously: "Yes, the head of the cooking squad said that if we don't have enough to eat, we'll send more later."

Liu Zhen almost fainted.

He threw the braised food onto the bed and turned to look at Qin Gang.

Qin Gang finally straightened up from the door frame and walked over.

He walked to Wu Hanfeng's bedside, looked down at the pile of things, and then looked up at Wu Hanfeng.

"Wu Hanfeng, you are a second-term sergeant."

"You're the first second-term sergeant to participate in the reserve backbone training program in the history of the training unit. All the other trainees are first-year soldiers or just transferred from the first term, but you're the only one carrying two clenched crutches with flowers on your shoulders. Do you know what that means?"

"I know," Wu Hanfeng said, "which means I have to do better than them."

"Good to know." Qin Gang nodded. "But knowing is one thing, doing is another. Your backpack is fully stocked with equipment, medicine, and snacks."

"Are you here for training or on vacation? What kind of place do you think the training camp is?"

The atmosphere in the dormitory suddenly became tense.

Zhao Yihang, Qian Kun, and the others looked at Wu Hanfeng with worried expressions.

Wu Hanfeng said calmly:

"Reporting to the battalion commander, I brought these things not to seek special treatment, nor to disregard the training squad's rules. Quite the opposite—"

"Because I knew that the training in the training team was intense and demanding, I made logistical preparations in advance to ensure that I and the other comrades in the class would not be reduced due to illness or fall behind due to injury during the training period."

"The liniment and Yunnan Baiyao are prepared for the comrades in the class. If anyone gets injured during training, they don't need to run to the medical team and wait in line. They can get treatment immediately."

"Huoxiang Zhengqi Water is for preventing heatstroke. The training team has a lot of training in the summer, so it's better to be prepared. Protective gear and training shoes are spare equipment. If they are severely worn during training, they can be replaced at any time without affecting the training progress."

"The braised dishes are for everyone to have an extra meal. Training is very tiring, and the limited portions in the cafeteria aren't enough when you're hungry at night. Supplementing with some protein will give you the energy to train the next day."

"Well said." Qin Gang nodded. "But—the training team has its own rules."

"During the training period, all trainees' food and snacks will be centrally stored, and eating on their own is strictly prohibited during training."

"Medical supplies are stored in the storage rooms of each squadron. When needed, you should apply to the squad leader. You can use your own equipment and protective gear, but they must meet the specifications and standards. No exceptions are allowed."

"You must hand over all your belongings, including food and medicine, according to regulations. They will be returned to you without exception when you graduate from the training camp."

As soon as he said this, Zhao Yihang and the others all turned their attention to Wu Hanfeng.

Based on their understanding of this Brother Feng, he was someone who dared to reprimand even the regimental commander and political commissar in the regiment, and was disarmed in just a few words.

impossible?

Shouldn't we at least argue a bit?