I enlisted four times! My former unit blacklisted me.

The group was stunned when they heard Wu Hanfeng's words!

This kid is too arrogant, isn't he?

Is this guy planning to only live for today?

Before they could react, Wu Hanfeng continued:

"I'm doing my job, I'm doing what I'm supposed to do within the rules, so what if I'm lawless?"

"Even if the military region commander came, I would say the same thing!"

Six people: "..."

That seems... to make sense...

Wu Hanfeng looked at the six people and smiled slightly. "My duty, assigned to me by the Garrison Command's Military Discipline Section, is to correct all violations of regulations and rules."

"Your actions of gathering to eat snacks after lights out, stealing students' belongings, using high-powered electrical appliances in the dormitories without permission, and smoking are all violations clearly stated in the regulations."

"I'm pointing this out at you because you broke the rules first."

"Besides—" Wu Hanfeng's smile vanished, "You keep saying I'm a trainee, that I shouldn't have made you write self-criticisms. Then let me ask you, who was it this afternoon who said in front of the entire brigade, 'Everyone is equal before discipline'?"

He looked at Liu Zhen: "Is that you, Captain Liu?"

Liu Zhen opened his mouth slightly, then quickly lowered his head.

"It's you again, Captain Qin?" Wu Hanfeng turned to Qin Gang. "Your exact words this afternoon were, 'Everyone is equal before the rules.' I heard those eight words clearly and forcefully."

"I even gave you a thumbs up in my heart at the time, thinking that this captain was decisive, responsible, and principled."

"Then at night, after lights out, you were smoking and eating instant noodles in your dorm room. Do you think that counts as 'setting a good example'?"

Qin Gang's face flushed red and then turned pale, and he was speechless.

"So," Wu Hanfeng shrugged, his face once again displaying that smile that made people want to punch him but couldn't find a reason to.

"It's not that I'm making things difficult for you all; it's that you're making things difficult for me first. You set the rules during the day, and I followed them—I handed over all the snacks and medicine in my backpack without saying a word."

"You told me to run, so I ran. You said the formation movements had to be standard, so I didn't slack off in a single movement."

"You all say that housekeeping and hygiene should meet standards, but mine are even more up to standard than yours."

"Ask yourself honestly, in what way did I not meet your requirements during the day?"

No one answered, because it was a fact.

"But what about you yourselves at night?"

Wu Hanfeng sighed, looking at him with exasperation, and said, "You guys were eating the snacks I brought in the recreation room, and when I caught you, you still denied it to the death."

"After the lights are turned off, some people smoke, some eat instant noodles, and some play video games."

"You haven't done any of the things you asked us to do during the day."

"What do you call this? This is a classic case of double standards."

"You're instructors during the day, so does that mean you can break the rules at night? Is that reasonable?"

"..."

The six people had mixed expressions.

Wu Hanfeng's words were spot on; every single one hit the nail on the head. It really hurts, but there's not a single word that can refute it.

During the day, they practiced their routines on the training field, but at night, they became increasingly relaxed.

Seeing the discomfiture on everyone's faces, Wu Hanfeng's smile grew even brighter.

"So, I advise you all to stop dawdling. Look up at the sky, what time is it? It's one in the morning. In a few hours, it will be dawn."

"When it got light, all of the more than one hundred trainees in the brigade came out of the dormitory building."

"What did they see when they went out onto the playground?"

"Seeing their battalion commander, their company commander, their squad leaders, all squatting around the lamppost, pens and notebooks in hand, furiously writing self-criticisms. The scene—tsk tsk tsk..."

The expressions on the six people's faces gradually stiffened.

Wu Hanfeng shook his head. "You'll be squatting on the playground, and the trainees will be running laps around you, watching you as they run."

"Run one lap and look at one lap, run two laps and look at two laps."

"By the time they finish running five kilometers, your reports should be almost finished."

"Then you stand up, hand the inspection report to me, and slink back to your dormitories in front of the entire brigade of trainees—"

"Enough!" Qin Gang slammed his hand on the notebook. "Write! Write now! Anyone who dawdles will get angry!"

The other five nodded frantically.

Wu Hanfeng nodded in satisfaction: "That's more like it. If you had been this proactive earlier, you might have finished writing by now."

"But then again, I'm still quite curious—what do you think the trainees would think if they actually saw it?"

"Don't you think the training team's tradition is actually 'strict with others, lenient with oneself'?"

"After all, they're treated like grandsons during the day, but at night they hide in the recreation room eating snacks and drinking cola. What a contrast—"

"Wu Hanfeng!" Liu Zhen gritted his teeth and said, "Can you shut up?"

"Of course you can." Wu Hanfeng made a gaiter to seal the mouth. "I'll shut up, you guys keep writing."

He took two steps back and stood next to Zhao Yihang.

Zhao Yihang turned his face away, trying hard to suppress his laughter.

Feng Ge's mouth is really too sharp.

Each word pierces your heart, yet every sentence is logically sound, leaving you speechless and unsure where to begin when you want to refute it.

What's most ruthless about Feng Ge is that he's not scolding you; he's helping you analyze the problem, using an extremely sincere tone to dissect it for you clearly.

The conclusion is that you are wrong.

You should thank him for helping you realize your mistake.

Another hour passed.

Qin Gang's wrist was so sore that he couldn't lift it.

The handwriting evolved from cursive script to oracle bone script.

Even he himself couldn't recognize what he had written.

He stared at the dark ink blot on the notebook.

For a moment, I even had the idea of ​​pretending to faint.

Being carried to the infirmary is better than staying here.

Cao Meng was squatting on the far side, and his situation was slightly better.

At least the characters are still recognizable.

But his problem wasn't with his handwriting, it was with the content.

It's just the same few repetitive phrases over and over again.

What do you mean by "betraying the organization's trust"?

What do you mean by "violating the fine traditions of the training team"?

What do you mean by "feeling ashamed of the rank on your shoulders"?

He couldn't even stand reading it anymore after writing it for the tenth time.

He threw down his pen, looked up to the sky, and sighed, "I simply can't make this up anymore!"

"You have to make it up even if you can't," Qin Gang snorted. "There are only four hours until dawn. You can calculate how much you need to write per minute."

Song Yizhou put down his pen and stretched his stiff neck.

The joints made a cracking sound.

His progress is still far ahead of the other six.

I have already written nearly four thousand words.

The price was a blister between the index and middle fingers of my right hand.

Every stroke of the pen made me wince in pain.

With a pained expression, He Yong wrote as he asked, "So, we're really just going to accept this?"

Song Yizhou: "What can you do if we don't admit it?"

"They are directly under the Military Police Section of the Garrison Command, and are part of the military police force."

"Law enforcement power is shared by the entire military and police system stationed in the city."

"Don't even mention our training corps, they can even go in and investigate the division headquarters."

"Tell me why you won't admit it?"

"..."

Just when the six people were about to break down, a leisurely voice suddenly came from behind them.

"Team leaders and squad leaders, how's the writing going?"

"Do you need me to help you polish it up?"