I enlisted four times! My former unit blacklisted me.

Zhao Yihang stared at him.

"Comrade, didn't I make myself clear enough?"

The official felt a chill and quickly released his grip.

"clear!"

"If you knew that, why did you still hastily adjust your military bearing during the inspection?"

"Identifying problems and then addressing them is called rectification, not 'no problems exist'!"

"yes!"

The cadre immediately stood at attention.

My face felt slightly hot.

Seeing this, the others around completely abandoned any thought of secretly trying to salvage the situation.

Someone was holding a hat in their hand.

Some people had their sleeves rolled up to their forearms.

Some people had just walked here, and the hems of their military uniforms were slightly wrinkled.

At this moment, no one dared to move.

They can only remain as they are.

It was as if they were a group of people who had just been caught red-handed but were being asked to preserve the crime scene.

Zhao Yihang took two steps forward.

"We're outdoors in the camp now!"

"You're all wearing military uniforms, but none of you are wearing military caps!"

"Sleeves casually rolled up!"

"During the march, they were seen with their arms behind their backs, hunched over, and displaying a lax military posture!"

"Excuse me, where have you put the military discipline regulations?"

After the sound faded, the scene fell silent.

The officers and staff of the army and division were all somewhat embarrassed.

They had just finished a meeting, and after getting out of the car, Long Weiguo said he would walk to the training team to take a look.

Because it was a bit hot, and since it was just a temporary walk and not a formal formation, everyone took their military caps in their hands and casually rolled up their sleeves.

Along the way, everyone was talking about work.

Nobody thought there was anything wrong with it.

Unexpectedly, he was caught red-handed by two military police officers as soon as he arrived at the training camp.

Zhao Yihang pointed to a military leader.

"Comrade!"

The person whose name was called tensed up.

"arrive!"

"Step forward!"

The military leader took a deep breath and took a step forward.

Zhao Yihang asked, "Name?"

"Chen Feng".

"unit!"

"Military training department".

"Position!"

Chen Feng hesitated for a moment, but still answered truthfully.

"Department head".

Zhao Yihang picked up his notebook and quickly wrote it down.

"As a military officer, are you unaware of the requirements for military appearance and discipline?"

"clear."

"Do you know why you're not wearing the dress code?"

Chen Feng explained, "It was quite hot when I got out of the car, so I rolled up my sleeves temporarily."

"Does the rule not apply just because it's hot?"

"no."

"Is the weather hot for the soldiers at the grassroots level?"

"hot."

"Can they roll up their sleeves whenever they want?"

"Can't."

"If rank-and-file soldiers can't do it, why can you, as a military officer?"

Chen Feng: "..."

He realized that he had no way of answering.

Because Zhao Yihang's questions were all true.

There are still so many people watching.

He can't just say that because he's the leader, he's exempt.

If someone dares to say that, the nature of the matter is completely different.

Chen Feng could only stand at attention to answer.

"It's my problem."

"Accept criticism."

Zhao Yihang nodded.

"Stand aside for now."

"yes!"

Chen Feng took a step to the side.

A military department head became the first person to be registered on the spot by the military police.

The expressions of the cadres behind them became even more solemn upon seeing this scene.

They had initially thought that the two young police officers were just loudmouths.

With so many leaders involved, there will definitely be some leeway during the actual inspection.

It now seems there's no room for maneuver.

The records were kept very completely.

Zhao Yihang then looked at another officer from the division headquarters.

"you!"

The official's heart skipped a beat.

"arrive!"

"Name, company, and position!"

"Li Yan, Deputy Director of the Division's Administrative Department."

"You were hunched over and had your hands near your pockets the whole time you were walking."

Li Yan immediately explained, "I didn't put my hands in my pockets, I just put them a little further back."

"Rear in the back?"

Zhao Yihang looked at him: "Are your hands behind your back, or hanging naturally at your sides?"

Li Yan remained silent.

"behind."

"Is it a problem if you keep your hands behind your back for extended periods while marching, with a relaxed posture and poor military bearing?"

"have."

"As an official in the division's administrative department, are you responsible for inspecting the work style of those at the grassroots level?"

"Responsible."

"If you can't even set the standards yourself, what right do you have to inspect those at the grassroots level?"

Li Yan's face immediately turned red.

Every word Zhao Yihang said seemed to hit his weak spot precisely.

He frequently conducts inspections at the grassroots level.

Upon seeing a soldier with his cap not on properly or his cuffs not neat, he would immediately accuse him of lacking discipline.

Today it was my turn, and I finally realized what it feels like to be called out in public by the disciplinary inspectors.

Li Yan lowered his head.

"I accept criticism."

Zhao Yihang said sternly, "Hold your head high and stand tall during the inspection!"

"Why are you looking down?"

Li Yan's body jolted, and he immediately stood up at attention.

"yes!"

When Qian Kun and the others in the training team heard this, they almost couldn't hold back their laughter.

Ma Teng bit his lip tightly.

Sun Dawei's face turned bright red.

Qian Kun quickly lowered his head, afraid that if he laughed out loud, he would also be called out to register.

Hao Qiang stood to the side, completely numb.

He knew something bad would happen.

But he didn't expect Zhao Yihang to go all out right from the start.

Military leaders.

Deputy Director of the Division Headquarters.

One by one.

Without the slightest pause.

If you didn't know better, you'd think these people weren't there to inspect the training unit, but rather to line up for a special inspection by the military police.

Most importantly, Zhao Yihang's gaze had already begun to shift towards Long Weiguo, Zhao Yuanchao, and Wang Gang.

Hao Qiang's heart also began to race.

The real spectacle is about to begin!

Zhao Yihang walked up to Wang Gang first.

Wang Gang looked at him, his expression somewhat complicated.

The two had met before.

Zhao Yihang naturally recognized this political commissar.

Wang Gang also knew that the serious-looking young police officer in front of him was Zhao Yuanchao's own son.

But no one else around them knew.

Therefore, neither of them showed any familiarity.

Zhao Yihang handled matters strictly according to official procedures.

"Name!"

"Wang Gang".

"unit!"

"My Master."

"Position!"

"Political Commissar of the Division."

The officers from the division headquarters standing nearby felt a chill run down their spines.

This young military police officer was truly determined to question everyone without missing a single one!

Even the political commissar of the division had to state his name, unit, and position first!

Zhao Yihang made a few notes in his notebook.

"Is it true that Comrade Wang Gang entered the camp outdoors without wearing a military cap and rolled up his sleeves without permission?"

Wang Gang glanced down at his sleeve.

"true."

"Is there anything I need to explain?"

"no."

"Do you accept the correction?"

"accept."

Wang Gang answered very readily.

Anyway, the problem is right there with me.

With so many eyes watching, there's no point in denying it.

Moreover, he was particularly interested in seeing how Zhao Yihang planned to deal with Zhao Yuanchao.

The faster you cooperate, the sooner it will be the turn of the person next to you.

Zhao Yuanchao noticed the hint of amusement in Wang Gang's eyes and immediately felt uncomfortable.

Why did Old Wang agree so readily?

It's as if they're afraid of the progress being too slow and not getting their turn!