I enlisted four times! My former unit blacklisted me.

Thinking of this, Zhao Yuanchao quickly urged:

"The necessary checks have been done!"

"Those who needed to register have registered!"

"What needed to be rectified has been rectified!"

"Can we finish now?"

Zhao Yihang slowly raised his head.

"Are you in a hurry?"

Zhao Yuanchao's face stiffened.

"I'm not in a hurry."

"I still have a job!"

"A meeting of the commanders of the military and divisional units is scheduled for this afternoon, and all the preparations are not yet complete."

"We don't have time to stand here forever."

Zhao Yihang nodded.

"You really can't stand for long periods of time."

Upon hearing this, Zhao Yuanchao's expression finally softened somewhat.

Although this kid went a bit crazy today, at least he still knows how to consider the bigger picture.

The afternoon meeting of division and regimental commanders will be attended by the army commander, division commander, political commissar, and many other leaders from the headquarters.

No one can stay on the training field forever.

If Zhao Yihang has any sense at all, he should release the person immediately.

Zhao Yuanchao straightened his collar.

"Since you already know, then let's finish this quickly."

After saying that, he turned around and prepared to leave.

Seeing this, the other leaders also subconsciously adjusted their pace.

Some people have even started planning their next trip in their minds.

Go back to the division headquarters first.

Take a sip of water.

Let's take it slow.

Then we agreed on a unified story: no one was allowed to spread what happened at the training camp today.

Especially the incident where the division commander wore the wrong socks!

This matter must be left unresolved on the training field!

But just as everyone made a move, Zhao Yihang's icy voice rang out again.

Did I tell you to leave?

Everyone stopped in their tracks at the same time.

Zhao Yuanchao slowly turned around.

"Didn't you just say the examination was over?"

"I meant the rectification is over."

Zhao Yihang said, "But the punishment hasn't even begun yet."

The scene fell silent instantly.

A divisional cadre who had just taken half a step silently withdrew his foot.

The smile on the face of another military leader also slowly froze.

punish?

There are also punishments?

They thought that being publicly named, registered on the spot, and required to make immediate rectifications would be the end of the matter.

So it turns out that was just an appetizer?

The real main course hasn't been served yet?

Zhao Yuanchao stared at Zhao Yihang.

A bad feeling quickly rose in my heart.

"What other punishment would you like?"

Zhao Yihang did not answer.

He first tucked the notebook under his arm.

He then put his right hand into his shirt pocket.

Everyone's eyes followed his movements.

The next second, Zhao Yihang pulled out a stack of neatly folded letters from his pocket.

A stack.

Two stacks.

Three layers.

After emptying his shirt pocket, he reached into the side pocket.

He actually pulled out two more stacks.

Finally, Zhao Yihang pulled a plastic bag tied with a rubber band from his pants pocket.

Upon opening, it contained more than a dozen black ballpoint pens.

The whole process left everyone speechless.

The stacks of letters were unfolded in Zhao Yihang's hands, growing higher and higher.

Anyone who didn't know better would think he wasn't out on a patrol mission.

Instead, they set up a stall at the training ground to sell stationery.

Qin Gang's eyelids twitched suddenly.

The expressions of Liu Zhen, Han Song, Du Hong, Song Yizhou, and He Yong also changed simultaneously upon seeing the letters.

That was fear.

A deep fear that penetrates the wrist and the web of the hand!

They had just finished writing a 20,000-word self-criticism a few days ago.

Even now, Liu Zhen's right hand still occasionally twitches uncontrollably.

The red marks on Qin Gang's tiger's mouth have not completely faded.

Upon seeing such a thick stack of letters again, before their brains could even process it, their right hands were already starting to ache.

He Yong instinctively gripped his wrist.

"Another inspection?"

Song Yizhou looked at the papers with a complicated expression.

"Judging by the quantity, the word count won't be small."

Du Hong made an estimate.

"A stack of paper contains at least twenty sheets."

He took five stacks.

"Around one hundred in total."

Han Song added, "If you write on both sides, at 800 characters per page, that's enough to write 80,000 characters."

Liu Zhen's face turned pale.

"Why are you calculating this?"

Han Song remained expressionless.

"I'm used to it."

"When I was writing the self-criticism a few days ago, every time I saw a stack of papers, I would first try to calculate how many words it could hold."

Liu Zhen: "..."

This habit is not very healthy.

But he could completely understand.

Among the training team, Qian Kun, Ma Teng, Sun Dawei, and Hao Qiang were also dumbfounded.

Qian Kun stared at the large stack of letters.

"When did Yihang begin preparations?"

Ma Teng shook his head.

"have no idea."

"He and Feng went back to change clothes just now. Did they take all the papers from the study room with them?"

Sun Dawei looked amazed.

"He even brought a pen!"

"A dozen or so, one for each person?"

Hao Qiang looked at the bag of pens, his lips twitching.

"Don't you think this is terrifying?"

"When others come out to investigate, they carry a notebook."

"When he came out to inspect, he brought a whole set of writing supplies for inspection."

What does this mean?

Qian Kun asked, "What does that mean?"

Hao Qiang said despairingly, "This shows that from the moment he put on the disciplinary uniform, he never intended to let the person being disciplined leave easily!"

All three fell silent.

Makes sense.

Makes sense!

This was not a spur-of-the-moment decision.

This was prepared in advance!

Wu Hanfeng was also stunned.

He stood next to Zhao Yihang, staring at the stack of letters for a long time.

"When did you prepare this?"

Zhao Yihang smiled and said:

"While changing clothes."

"How come I didn't see it?"

"You're organizing the body camera footage."

"So you slipped all these papers on yourself when I wasn't looking?"

"Better safe than sorry."

As Zhao Yihang spoke, he took out two spare pens from another pocket.

"If someone needs to write a self-criticism on the spot, we can't make them go back to get the paper."

Wu Hanfeng: "..."

He realized that he had underestimated Zhao Yihang.

He went out for his routine patrol, carrying only a notebook.

When Zhao Yihang came out for his routine inspection, he brought along all the paper and pens that the inspected individuals needed to write their self-criticisms.

This is hardly the case of being prepared for any eventuality.

This is clearly preparing the coffin first, and then going out to find someone!

Wu Hanfeng couldn't help but ask, "You stuffed all these papers into your pockets?"

Zhao Yihang pointed to the several pockets on his body.

"Once folded, it doesn't take up much space."

"As you watched me walk this way, didn't you notice my clothes were a little bulky?"

Wu Hanfeng recalled for a moment.

No wonder Zhao Yihang's upper body looked particularly thick when he was walking earlier.

He initially thought it was because the police officers wore a lot of clothing underneath their uniforms.

I understand now.

That's not because they're wearing too many clothes.

That contains a complete written punishment system!

Long Weiguo looked at the letter in Zhao Yihang's hand with some surprise.

"Why do you carry so much paper with you?"

"Yes, Commander!"

"Is this the standard equipment for your military police?"

"Report, no!"

"Then why are you preparing?"

"Considering that there may have been multiple violations at the scene, a written self-criticism is required."

Long Weiguo glanced around.

Did you know in advance that we were coming?

"have no idea."

"So you prepared so much?"

Zhao Yihang said earnestly, "If we are well prepared in normal times, we won't panic in any unexpected situation."

A military leader couldn't help but exclaim, "Your preparations are far too thorough!"

"With so much paper, there's enough for a series of self-criticisms, isn't there?"

Zhao Yihang looked at him.

"If it's not enough, I can go back and get more."

The leader immediately shut up.

enough!

Absolutely enough!

He shouldn't have asked that question.

If Zhao Yihang really feels it's not enough, he can go back and bring over another box of paper. Nobody's leaving today.