I enlisted four times! My former unit blacklisted me.

After the meal, everyone except for a few unlucky ones who were punished by crawling on the playground for dropping their chopsticks or rice grains, lined up in front of the dormitory building.

Squadron Leader Liu Zhen shouted loudly:

"No rest at noon today. Before training starts this afternoon, the whole brigade will do a thorough cleaning."

"Each class is assigned a zone and must thoroughly clean it. The standard is—the squad leader will come to inspect later wearing white gloves. If there's even a speck of dust on the gloves, the whole class will have to practice."

A collective gasp rippled through the crowd below.

White-glove inspections are the most extreme hygiene standard in the military.

Forget about dust, even if you just wiped the table with a cloth, if you rub it with a white glove and there's even a tiny water stain, it will be deemed unacceptable.

"Class Two is responsible for the dormitory corridors and staircases, and Class Three is responsible for the drainage ditches around the playground."

"Squad One - in charge of the dry toilets in the northwest corner of the camp."

"The toilets in our training team are often clogged, so the dry toilets over there have never been demolished. They're just for backup, but they still need to be kept clean."

Upon hearing this, the students in Class Two and Class Three breathed a sigh of relief, some even showing a hint of schadenfreude.

Zhao Yihang, Qian Kun, Ma Teng, Sun Dawei, Hao Qiang and others froze at the same time.

Dry toilet?

What kind of dry toilet?

"Squad leader, what's a dry toilet like?" Qian Kun asked cautiously, raising his hand.

Liu Zhen said, "You'll see when you get there. The tools are in the small storeroom next to the toilet; there are buckets, brushes, and toilet cleaner. Oh, and a word of advice—it's best to cover your nose with a cloth, the smell there is a bit strong."

"Also, two hours later, the cleaning must be finished before the afternoon exercises. Several company commanders will inspect it together then, and there can't be a single stain on the places touched by the white gloves."

"If the inspection fails—your entire class will sleep in the toilet tonight."

"!!!"

Everyone in the class felt as if their souls had floated out of their mouths.

Sleeping in the toilet?

Is this something a human being should say?

"Alright! Each class, begin assigning specific tasks! Dismissed!"

After the first squadron was disbanded, Song Yizhou looked at Wu Hanfeng, Zhao Yihang and the other four, and said, "You five are in charge of cleaning the dry toilets."

"The rest of you are responsible for cleaning the dormitory!"

After finishing his sentence, Song Yizhou patted Wu Hanfeng on the shoulder and said earnestly, "Comrade Wu Hanfeng, you are a second-term sergeant and a former squad leader. I believe you can set a good example in this kind of dirty and tiring work."

"Whether Class One can sleep in the dorm tonight depends on you five!"

Wu Hanfeng smiled slightly: "Don't worry, squad leader, I guarantee I'll complete the mission."

Looking at his calm expression, Song Yizhou's doubts deepened.

Why are these veterans from the second batch like cotton balls, they won't deform no matter how you squeeze them?

If it were any other soldier, they would have begged for mercy with a long face when they heard they had to clean the outhouse, but he acted as if he had received a glorious mission.

Something's fishy, ​​there's definitely something fishy going on.

But Song Yizhou didn't think much of it. Anyway, the toilet was there, what could possibly grow flowers there?

He waved his hand, indicating that the five of them could set off.

Zhao Yihang and the other three followed Wu Hanfeng to the tool room and got buckets, brushes, mops, rubber gloves, and a few bottles of toilet cleaner that they didn't know if they were expired or not.

The equipment is complete, but the more complete the formation, the more terrifying the enemy they are about to face is.

"Brother Feng, a dry toilet... it must be the kind you find in the countryside, right?" Qian Kun swallowed hard as he walked. "I used one in my hometown when I was a kid. It was just a pit with two planks on top..."

"Congratulations, you got it right," Wu Hanfeng said. "However, the army's dry toilets are larger, after all, they are for dozens or even hundreds of people, so they should have more stalls than yours."

Zhao Yihang: "Brother Feng, can't you show even a little bit of... anxiety? You're making me feel like I'm cleaning a five-star hotel bathroom instead of a dry toilet."

"Is anxiety helpful?" Wu Hanfeng asked rhetorically.

"It's no use."

"That settles it then."

The four were speechless.

Northwest corner of the camp.

The training team's dry toilet stood alone in a weed-covered open space, with a crooked poplar grove behind it and no buildings around to block the wind.

This is a typical mud-brick house in the style of the 1990s. Most of the whitewash on the walls has peeled off, revealing the yellowish-brown mud bricks underneath.

The roof was covered with asbestos tiles, some of which were cracked, allowing sunlight to leak through and cast eerie beams of light into the dim interior.

The toilet has no door.

To be precise, there was a door frame but no door panel. A tattered cloth curtain, its cleanliness unknown, hung at the entrance, fluttering in the wind as if beckoning to them.

Before I even got close, an indescribable odor hit me like a heavy punch from over ten meters away.

It was a complex odor, a mixture of ammonia, hydrogen sulfide, aged fermentation products, and some other unknown substance. At first, it had a pungent, foul smell, followed by the sour, putrid smell of fermented feces, and upon closer inspection, there was a faint, almost imperceptible odor of dead rats. The aroma developed layer by layer, leaving a lingering aftertaste.

"I……"

Just as Qian Kun opened his mouth to say something, the smell took the opportunity to sneak into his throat, choking him so much that he bent over and gagged on the spot.

"Ugh—oh my god—what is this thing—"

Zhao Yihang quickly covered his mouth and nose with his sleeve, his eyes watering from the fumes: "Oh my god, I feel like my eyes are on fire! Is this air poisonous?"

Ma Teng pulled up the collar of his training uniform, trying to use it as a makeshift mask, but the stench seeped in through any gap and was completely unbearable: "I've never smelled anything this pungent at the pig farm back home! How long has this toilet been uncleaned? Three months? Half a year?"

Sun Dawei was the most hardworking of the four, but even he couldn't help but frown: "This smell... is even worse than the tear gas that Brother Feng made us smell last time."

Wu Hanfeng stood behind the four people, his expression remaining calm.

He reached out and lifted the tattered curtain, then went inside first.

The four exchanged glances and had no choice but to bite the bullet and follow.

The four of them froze the moment they stepped into the restroom.

This is not a toilet.

This is clearly a biological weapons depot!

The ground was rough cement, and over the years, it was full of cracks and potholes, with a dark liquid, which was hard to tell whether it was water or something else, accumulating in the cracks.

Directly opposite is a long row of pit latrines, divided into more than a dozen independent small rooms by a one-meter-high mud brick wall.

Each stall has a rectangular squat toilet opening on the floor. Looking down from the opening, you see a deep trench running through the entire toilet, with a thick layer of indescribable substance at the bottom.

Black, yellow, brown, layer upon layer, like rock strata from geological eras, recording the contributions of countless generations of students.

The tiles around the pit were covered with years of grime, and in some places a thick layer of yellowish-brown crust had formed, giving the surface an eerie oily sheen.

Several wads of dried toilet paper were squatting in the corner, covered with flies.

Flies buzzed around, happily breeding and multiplying in this fragrant paradise.

The urinals are a row of ceramic troughs on the other side of the wall. They were originally supposed to be white, but now they have a gradient effect from light yellow to dark brown.

Near the bottom, a layer of dark urea alkali had even formed, so thick it looked like a layer of cheap paint.