I enlisted four times! My former unit blacklisted me.

Behind the big tree.

Li Cuicui and Zhao Long also saw Zhao Yihang take out the paper.

Although it was quite far away and I couldn't see what was written on each piece of paper, such a large stack of white paper was really too conspicuous.

Zhao Long's expression changed on the spot.

"Old Li."

"Um?"

"Did Zhao Yihang take out the medical report?"

Li Cuicui squinted and looked at it for a few seconds.

"It seems so."

"So many?"

"There are quite a lot."

Zhao Long swallowed hard.

"How many people does he plan to have write it?"

Li Cuicui glanced at the leadership team on the training field.

He glanced at the paper in Zhao Yihang's hand again.

His face gradually turned pale.

"They probably didn't intend to let any of them go."

Zhao Long: "..."

The two of them simultaneously retreated behind the tree.

At that moment, they were incredibly grateful that they hadn't driven straight there.

If you drive another hundred meters, there will definitely be two copies of those letters in that stack of papers.

The first time Wu Hanfeng inspected the Third Regiment, each of them wrote a thousand words.

At the time, Li Cuicui felt that three thousand words was already enough to torment her.

He lay on the steps and wrote for an hour.

By the end, I didn't even recognize the four characters for "deep understanding" anymore.

The paper Zhao Yihang took out now was several times more than the one Wu Hanfeng had prepared last time.

How much would that take?

Five thousand?

Eight thousand?

Surely it can't be ten thousand?

The thought of the number "ten thousand" sent a chill down Li Cuicui's spine.

Zhao Long lowered his voice.

"Should we retreat?"

"Where to retreat to?"

"The car is parked on the side of the road!"

"Then let's walk back."

Li Cuicui glared at him.

"If we leave and leave the car here, isn't that just telling Wu Hanfeng that we came and then ran away?"

Zhao Long: "..."

Zhao Long slowly poked his head out.

"Let's take a look first."

"If it's only a few thousand words, then we'll go over."

Li Cuicui looked incredulous.

"You'd be willing to go over there for just a few thousand words?"

"That depends on what you're comparing it to."

Zhao Long said bitterly, "Compared to being caught while hiding behind a tree, at least going there voluntarily to write several thousand words shows a better attitude."

Li Cuicui thought about it.

Surprisingly, I find this statement quite reasonable.

On the training ground.

Zhao Yihang tidied up all the letter paper and pens.

He then addressed Long Weiguo, Zhao Yuanchao, Wang Gang, and a group of military and divisional officers.

"Given that you all have varying degrees of issues with military appearance and discipline."

"During the inspection, there were also instances of unauthorized adjustments to military uniforms, alterations to the scene, whispering among themselves, and leaving their posts."

"We will now conduct on-site discipline education."

A divisional officer cautiously asked, "How should we educate them?"

Zhao Yihang held up the letter in his hand.

Write a self-criticism.

The hearts of everyone present sank simultaneously.

really!

They knew that taking out so many letters meant something bad was going to happen!

However, writing a self-criticism is shameful, but it's better than being publicly criticized.

As long as it's not too long, I can finish writing it when I get back and hand it in.

A military leader asked, "How many words?"

Zhao Yihang spoke calmly.

"Ten thousand words each."

The scene fell into a deathly silence.

Ten thousand words?

Each person?

Did they mishear?

Zhao Yihang didn't say one thousand, he said ten thousand?

An officer from the division headquarters subconsciously counted on his fingers.

If you write 500 words on one page of letter paper, then 10,000 words would be 20 pages.

If the font size is slightly larger, it will take at least twenty-five pages.

They just weren't wearing military caps and had their sleeves rolled up!

I have to write a self-criticism of more than twenty pages?

This is hardly an inspection.

This is almost as long as a short academic paper on improving work style!

Someone couldn't help but ask, "Inspector Zhao, how much did you just say?"

"Ten thousand words."

Zhao Yihang reiterated this point.

"Ten thousand words each."

"The content includes the course of events, the root causes, the understanding of the harm caused, the corrective measures, and future plans."

"Large sections should not be repeated."

"Slogans must not be used to pad the word count."

"You must not have someone else write it for you."

"The handwriting must be clear."

"If the word count is less than the required number, it will be returned for rewriting."

With each sentence spoken, the expressions on the faces of the people present grew increasingly grim.

When they mentioned "returning for rewriting", Qin Gang and the others' right hands trembled simultaneously.

So familiar!

They had just gone through these requirements a few days ago.

Qin Gang wrote nearly 20,000 words in three days.

By the end, I had used two different pens, wrapped my fingers in tape, and rubbed my thumb and forefinger red.

However, it was Wu Hanfeng before.

Now it's Zhao Yihang.

Seeing a group of military and division leaders facing the same fate, he should feel a little schadenfreude.

But he couldn't laugh at all.

Because he knew all too well how agonizing a 10,000-word self-criticism could be!

When writing normally, 10,000 characters is just a number.

When it was actually put on paper, it was more than twenty pages of pain.

The first five pages have a clear structure.

The middle five pages are deeply reflective.

Then, my wrist started to ache.

By the time I reached page fifteen, I had almost forgotten what mistake I had made.

By the time I'd written twenty pages, only one thought remained in my mind—

Even if I sleep in my military uniform next time, I will never be so unkempt again!

Liu Zhen glanced at Long Weiguo.

"The army commander also wrote 10,000?"

Han Song said in a low voice, "Zhao Yihang said each person."

"The army commander is also a human being."

Liu Zhen's lips twitched.

That's the logic.

"But why does that sound so scary?"

He Yong stared at the stack of letters.

"Luckily, we weren't included this time."

Qin Gang gave him a cold look.

You'd better not say things like that.

Why?

"Every time you say 'thank goodness,' something bad always ends up happening."

He Yong's expression changed, and he immediately shut his mouth.

He even quietly took half a step back.

They were afraid that Zhao Yihang might suddenly turn around and give the training team cadres an extra meal as well.

Wang Gang looked at the letter, his expression somewhat stiff.

"Is 10,000 words too much?"

Zhao Yihang replied, "Not many."

"Military appearance and discipline reflect the conduct of soldiers."

"The fact that a group of leading cadres has problems further illustrates that there has been a relaxation of their thinking."

"Ten thousand words is just enough for a systematic reflection."

One military officer felt dizzy upon hearing this.

Systems reflection?

All he wants now is to escape from the system!

There will also be a meeting of division commanders in the afternoon.

I have work scheduled for tonight.

When should I write the 10,000-word self-examination?

Are you staying up all night?

Long Weiguo remained relatively calm.

He glanced at the paper in Zhao Yihang's hand and asked, "When is it due?"

Everyone immediately perked up their ears.

This is the key.

If you have a week, even though 10,000 words is a lot, you can always finish it by squeezing in a little bit each day.

If I had three days, I could grit my teeth and persevere.

"Write it here."

"When I finish writing, that's when I'll stop."

Hope has been extinguished.

It not only went out.

It also got blown up.

Everyone stared wide-eyed at Zhao Yihang.

Write it here?

Training grounds of the training team?

In front of hundreds of students?

A group of military and division leaders sat on the ground by the training field, each with a pen in hand, writing a 10,000-word self-criticism.

Just imagining that scene cast a strange shadow over their entire careers.

A divisional leader said urgently, "Inspector Zhao, there's a division and regimental commanders' meeting this afternoon!"

The meeting time has been set.

"We all want to participate!"

Zhao Yihang nodded.

"I know."

"Knowing this, why did you still make us write here?"

"Discipline education is also part of the job."

"If we don't reflect on the problems we discover in time, and instead hold meetings with flawed thinking, the results won't be good."

"Moreover, there are still a few hours before the afternoon meeting. As long as you reflect seriously and use your eloquence, you will be able to finish writing it."

The official: "..."

He didn't even know how to refute it.

Because what Zhao Yihang said made some sense.

That's ten thousand words!

Even if I start writing now, and even if I write several times and my writing becomes incredibly beautiful, I might not be able to finish half of it by the time the afternoon meeting starts!