I enlisted four times! My former unit blacklisted me.

"The color of this urinal... is even darker than the braised pork in our cafeteria," Qian Kun said blankly.

"Shut up! I'll never be able to look at braised pork the same way again!" Zhao Yihang roared.

Ma Teng covered his nose and walked to the innermost pit, peered down, then quickly pulled back, his face pale: "There's something moving down there... alive!"

"Those are called maggots," Wu Hanfeng said. "They are insect larvae that naturally multiply from organic matter at suitable temperatures, and they have a high protein content."

"Brother Feng, could you please stop using such a disgusting, scientific tone to say such disgusting things!"

Wu Hanfeng shrugged and continued walking in, his eyes scanning between the various pits, looking just like a leader inspecting a construction site.

Qian Kun tugged at Zhao Yihang's sleeve and whispered, "Yihang, do you think these class monitors did this on purpose? This toilet doesn't look like it's been cleaned for at least six months. Don't they use it themselves?"

"Nonsense, of course it was intentional!" Zhao Yihang gritted his teeth. "Didn't you hear what Sergeant Song said? This is a spare! According to military regulations, how can such a dirty place be allowed to exist!"

"Clearly, this was deliberately left for us trainees to clean!"

"What's this called? This is called a show of force! It's called an obedience test! It's like dumping the dirtiest and most disgusting work on you to see if you'll resist, if you'll slack off, if you'll complain. The more you break down, the happier they are."

"Should we... put up a little resistance?" Ma Teng asked tentatively.

All four of them looked at Wu Hanfeng at the same time.

Wu Hanfeng was standing in front of a pit, looking down at the grime on the edge of the pit, even leaning closer to take a closer look, his expression focused.

"Brother Feng, is there anything you want to say?" Zhao Yihang asked cautiously.

Wu Hanfeng straightened up, dusted off his hands, and smiled slightly: "This toilet is indeed quite old. Keep up the good work."

The four people: "..."

Wu Hanfeng pointed to the pile of tools: "The tools are all over there. The faucet is outside. If you don't have enough toilet cleaner, just let me know. Two hours is a tight schedule and the task is heavy, so don't dawdle."

"And you?"

"Me?" Wu Hanfeng took a cigarette out of his pocket, put it in his mouth, lit it, took a deep drag, and then slowly exhaled a perfect smoke ring. "I'm in charge of supervision and guidance."

Smoke rings rose slowly in the murky air of the toilet, mingling with the complex stench to create an even more bizarre olfactory experience.

As Zhao Yihang watched Wu Hanfeng puffing away, he suddenly realized something: Wasn't Brother Feng afraid of igniting the methane gas while smoking in the toilet?

Forget it, it's none of their business how Feng Ge works.

The four resignedly put on rubber gloves, picked up brushes and buckets, and prepared to get to work.

Wu Hanfeng leaned against the door, leisurely smoking, his gaze falling on four soldiers struggling with years of accumulated grime in the toilet.

"System, come out."

[Ding! Host, please give instructions!]

"Check if there are any strong cleaning agents or similar products available. They need to be effective, fast-acting, and preferably have a pleasant fragrance."

[Return to Host: The Basic Shop sells "Military-Grade Powerful Descaling Cleaner," a concentrated formula with fifteen times the cleaning power of ordinary toilet cleaner, especially effective against stubborn urinary alkali and organic stains.]

[It has a refreshing minty scent, leaving the environment smelling fresh and pleasant after use. Price: 200 Shock Points/bottle.]

"Give me a bottle."

[Ding! Exchange successful! 200 Shock Points deducted, remaining Shock Points: 127640. The cleaning agent has been stored in the system space, and the host can retrieve it at any time.]

Wu Hanfeng felt a weight in his pocket, reached in and pulled out a dark blue spray bottle. The bottle had no label and looked like an ordinary cheap street vendor's product.

He unscrewed the lid and took a sniff; a refreshing minty scent wafted out, a stark contrast to the stench emanating from the nearby outhouse.

"Okay, it works."

…………

Inside the toilet, four people had already begun cleaning, and the scene was quite horrific.

Qian Kun was in charge of the urinals. He squatted in front of the row of gradient-colored ceramic troughs, holding a wire brush in his hand, scrubbing the urine residue at the bottom of the troughs with all his might.

The steel wire brush screeched against the ceramic, and splattered cleaning agent foam all over his face.

The problem was that the urea alkali was so thick that it took a long time to scrape off a thin layer, while the old grime underneath remained completely intact, as if it had been integrated with the ceramic.

"This thing must have grown in the pool!" Qian Kun stopped to catch his breath and wiped the foam off his face—

Then he regretted it, because he had forgotten he was wearing gloves, and the gloves were covered in a mixture of cleaning agent and some unknown liquid. "Ouch! What's on my face?!"

"It should be a mixture of urea and toilet cleaner," Ma Teng chuckled.

Qian Kun rushed to the water tap outside and rinsed his face under the tap for a full minute.

Zhao Yihang and Ma Teng were in charge of the pit positions.

Each person has their own toilet bowl. They use a long-handled brush dipped in diluted toilet cleaner to scrub from top to bottom and from the inside out.

The years of grime on the edge of the toilet bowl softened a bit after being soaked in toilet cleaner, but it was still difficult to scrub.

The worst part is that when cleaning the pit, you have to bend over and lower your head, with your face less than half a meter away from the pit opening. The smell rising from the deep pit hits your face directly, making it so spicy that you can't even open your eyes.

"My eyes hurt so much! I can't stop crying!" Zhao Yihang squinted, wiping away tears as he did so. Tears and sweat mixed together, dripping into the pit.

"Hold on! My snot is flowing into my mouth!" Ma Teng's situation was even worse. His nose was completely out of control from the stench, with two streams of clear snot hanging from his philtrum, and he could even blow bubbles when he spoke.

Sun Dawei was in charge of the floor and partition walls.

He carried a bucket of water mixed with toilet cleaner and mopped the floor again and again.

The cement floor was too rough, and the mop couldn't clean the old stains that had seeped into the cracks. He could only squat down and scrub them bit by bit with a brush.

As he was brushing, he noticed a dark clump in the corner. Upon closer inspection, he saw it was a clump of dried excrement covered with a layer of white mold.

"Ugh~~"