I enlisted four times! My former unit blacklisted me.

Liu Zhen was prepared for Wu Hanfeng's rebuttal, and was even mentally calculating whether to punish him by making him run five kilometers or copy the order if the kid got angry.

To everyone's surprise, Wu Hanfeng's reaction caught everyone off guard.

"Yes."

"Since it's a regulation, then we'll follow it. All food and medicine must be handed over."

After saying that, he took the initiative to start picking out the braised food and medicine one by one from his backpack and neatly stacking them on the bed.

This reaction, however, stunned Liu Zhen.

Having been an instructor for so many years, he has seen all sorts of reactions from trainees when contraband is confiscated—some with long faces, some pleading and begging, some stubbornly refusing to comply, and some agreeing on the surface but secretly hiding half of it.

He had never seen anyone like Wu Hanfeng, who would hand over his documents so readily and without hesitation.

Is this kid genuinely obedient or just pretending to cooperate?

Are you acting against me?

Liu Zhen glanced at Qin Gang suspiciously.

Qin Gang also raised his eyebrows slightly, clearly somewhat surprised by Wu Hanfeng's reaction.

Song Yizhou leaned close to Liu Zhen's ear and whispered, "Squad leader, something's not right. A seasoned veteran from the second phase, so honest? Could he be plotting something?"

Liu Zhen didn't speak, but stared at Wu Hanfeng from head to toe several times, trying to find some flaw in that calm and collected face.

But Wu Hanfeng remained calm and composed.

"You—" Liu Zhen couldn't help but ask, "Wu Hanfeng, don't you feel bad? So many good things, you just hand them over like that?"

Wu Hanfeng said, "Squad leader, what you just said is the rule. Rules are rules, and everyone must abide by them. Everyone is equal before the rules. Since the things I brought are against the rules, I'll hand them over. There's nothing more to say."

Liu Zhen opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but felt that nothing he said would be right.

He had prepared his response to a troublesome soldier, but when he threw a punch, the opponent was like a ball of cotton, soft and yielding, causing no pain or itch.

That makes him seem like he's making a mountain out of a molehill.

"Okay." Liu Zhen managed to squeeze out only one word at the end, then turned and waved to Song Yizhou, "Squad Leader Song, register the items, send the food to the squadron's storage room, put the medicines separately, write the names clearly on the labels, and return them to him when graduation."

"Yes." Song Yizhou replied, carrying the pile of things out the door. When he reached the door, he turned back to look at Wu Hanfeng, his eyes filled with even more amusement than before.

Qin Gang said in a deep voice, "Wu Hanfeng, you are a second-term sergeant, so my expectations of you will be higher than others. Having good equipment or speaking eloquently are not enough. The real test will be on the training field."

"Yes, Captain."

Soon, all the trainees were called out to assemble.

More than one hundred trainees were arranged into four square formations according to their company structure, with the first company on the left and the fourth company on the right.

But upon closer inspection, it's not quite like that.

These trainees came from three regiments plus the division's reconnaissance battalion; they were all top students and somewhat arrogant.

He was a veteran, and in the ranks, he was somewhat lazy.

The four company commanders stood in front of their respective teams, hands behind their backs, each with an increasingly sour expression.

Liu Zhen shouted, "Stand up straight! You've only been assembled for a few minutes and you're already swaying? With this kind of attitude, what kind of training did your previous unit provide?"

"Look at you all! Is this all the elite soldiers in the whole division are like? Your legs are shaking like leaves when you stand at attention. Don't tell anyone you're from our division; we'll be too ashamed to face you!"

Upon hearing this, the soldiers perked up one by one.

Qian Kun stood in the first class's formation, his military posture quite standard, but his mouth was never idle. He whispered to Zhao Yihang next to him, "Yihang, do you think these instructors are all on drugs? They're all so fierce, like someone owes them money."

Zhao Yihang stared straight ahead, his lips barely moving as he replied, "That's how it is in the training corps. The veterans said that when they were in training, the instructors cursed much harsher than this, directly insulting their ancestors for eighteen generations, making several people cry."

"Holy crap, that's ruthless?"

"What do you think? The training team is nicknamed the 'peeling workshop.' They'll peel off three layers of skin in three months, and you'll still have to thank them afterward. If you ask me, we're doing alright; at least we haven't even started training yet."

"My legs feel weak even before I've started training..."

"Promising."

Standing in the back row, Ma Teng muttered to himself, "I just want to know when lunch is served. I only managed to eat two steamed buns on the bus at noon, and now I'm starving."

Sun Dawei quickly spoke up, "Stop talking, the captain is looking this way."

Hao Qiang stood on the far right of the row, six people away from Wu Hanfeng. In the middle were Zhao Yihang, Qian Kun, Ma Teng, Sun Dawei, and two soldiers he didn't recognize, which made him feel a little safer.

Even so, he was still a little nervous, and his calves unconsciously tensed up.

Because the squad leader surnamed Song was strolling around at the back of the line with his hands behind his back.

The only one who could stand truly relaxed was probably Wu Hanfeng.

He stood slightly to the left of the middle of the formation. His military posture wasn't exactly perfect, but there were no obvious flaws either. He exuded a nonchalant and relaxed air about him.

This relaxed demeanor wasn't feigned; it came from within—while others stood at attention tense, he stood at attention casually, like waiting for a bus.

Just then, a powerful roar came from the high platform in front of the playground.

"Attention, everyone!"

More than a hundred pairs of shoe heels collided at the same time.

Qin Gang strode onto the high platform.

"My surname is Qin, Qin Gang, and I am the captain of the training battalion."

"You can call me Captain Qin, or you can call me Instructor Qin, but in private, you can call me whatever you like, just don't let me hear it."

"There are 115 people standing here today. You are the best of the best, selected from all the regiments and reconnaissance battalions of the division. You are the darlings of your original units."

"You guys are all pampered by your squad leader, protected by your company commander, and even the battalion commander has to say a few words of praise to you. You think you're pretty awesome, right?"