I enlisted four times! My former unit blacklisted me.

Zhao Yihang handed the letter to Zhao Yuanchao.

"This is yours."

Zhao Yuanchao did not answer.

Zhao Yihang pushed it forward again.

"Fifteen thousand words, and the paper has been prepared according to the normal writing volume."

There are two pens.

"One for use, one as a backup."

Zhao Yuanchao looked at the thick stack of letters.

His face turned green.

The preparations are so thorough!

They even have spare pens!

Is this to prevent him from running out of ink halfway through writing and taking a break?

Other leaders also received letter paper and pens.

For a moment, the atmosphere of the entire training ground became very strange.

The army commander held a letter in his hand.

The political commissar held a pen in his hand.

Each officer in the military and division headquarters received a stack of these.

Zhao Yuanchao's share was the thickest.

From a distance, it didn't look like a leader inspecting the training team.

It was more like a writing training course organized by a government agency, where the group came to the training ground for an outdoor field trip.

An older military leader looked at the paper in his hand with a bitter expression.

"Inspector Zhao, my knees are bad, I can't sit on the ground for long periods of time."

"My back isn't good either, so I can't write for too long."

"You can take a break along the way."

"What about the meeting?"

"Finish writing before opening."

"But writing 10,000 words would take at least several hours!"

Zhao Yihang said, "So I have also prepared another form of punishment."

Everyone's eyes lit up.

Are there other ways?

Given the choice between verbal criticism and physical training, they would prefer the latter.

Even running a few laps around the training field is easier than writing 10,000 words.

Zhao Yuanchao immediately asked, "In what way?"

Zhao Yihang put away the extra letter paper.

"Squat down."

Everyone was taken aback.

"What?"

"Maintain a squatting position for two hours."

Zhao Yihang said, "If you can endure for two hours, it will count as part of this inspection."

Everyone: "..."

Squatting for two hours?

A group of military and division leaders looked at each other.

Someone looked down at their knees.

Someone stretched their back.

Some people were quietly estimating whether they could squat for the full two hours.

Writing 10,000 words is torture for my wrist.

Two hours of torture for my knees.

One is pain in the upper body.

One is pain in the lower body.

Zhao Yihang did not offer two options.

These are two different methods of torture!

A divisional officer asked in a low voice, "Could we get up and stretch for a bit in the middle?"

"Can."

Just as everyone breathed a sigh of relief, Zhao Yihang added, "The amount of time you spend up and moving around will be increased accordingly."

Everyone: "..."

Another cadre asked, "Can it be completed in stages?"

"no."

Why?

"On-site discipline education must be completed in one go."

"What if you can't squat down?"

"Rewrite a 10,000-word self-criticism."

"You've been squatting for an hour, can you write 5,000 fewer words?"

"Can't."

Zhao Yihang refused without hesitation.

"Two hours is the full punishment."

"If it's not completed, it cannot be used to offset the inspection fee."

The expressions on everyone's faces grew increasingly grim.

Now even making choices has become difficult.

Writing 10,000 words might ruin your wrist.

Squatting for two hours could ruin your knees.

Especially several older military leaders.

Having them sit in the office for a two-hour meeting is no problem.

Making them squat on the training field for two hours is worse than just calling a stretcher over.

Qin Gang and the others felt a chill run down their spines.

Liu Zhen whispered, "Which one do you choose?"

Qin Gang glanced at him.

"What does this have to do with me?"

"I mean, if."

"There are no 'ifs'!"

Qin Gang said angrily, "I never want to write a self-criticism again in my life."

Liu Zhen nodded.

"So you would choose to squat for two hours?"

Qin Gang: "..."

"I choose not to break the rules in the future."

Liu Zhen: "..."

This is the smartest choice.

Unfortunately, the leaders present no longer had the opportunity to be re-elected.

Qian Kun and the others stood in the training group, dumbfounded.

Ma Teng muttered, "Would it be more worthwhile to write 10,000 words or spend two hours squatting?"

Sun Dawei thought for a moment.

"Sit there for two hours."

Hao Qiang shook his head.

"That depends on age."

"We're young, squatting for two hours will only make our legs go numb at most."

"The army commander and those department leaders are not young anymore."

"It's hard to say whether you'll be able to stand up after squatting."

Qian Kun said in a low voice, "Then write a self-criticism."

Hao Qiang looked at the thick stack of letters in Zhao Yuanchao's hand.

"After writing 15,000 words, it's hard to say whether I'll even be able to lift my hand."

Several people fell silent at the same time.

This is a multiple-choice question with no correct answer.

Whichever option you choose, it will allow you to deeply recognize your mistakes.

Wang Gang, holding a piece of paper, turned to look at Zhao Yuanchao.

"Old Zhao, which one do you choose?"

Zhao Yuanchao glared at him suddenly.

"You still have the mind to ask me?"

Wang Gang laughed and said, "We are all division commanders, so it would be more harmonious if we made the same choice."

"Coordinate my ass!"

Zhao Yuanchao gritted his teeth and said, "You write 10,000 words, I'll write 15,000!"

"Can we coordinate this?"

Wang Gang almost burst out laughing.

"Then I'll help you write another five thousand?"

Zhao Yuanchao was stunned for a moment.

"real?"

"It's fake." Wang Gang immediately turned his head.

Zhao Yuanchao: "..."

He's figured it out now.

No one at the scene was willing to help him today.

Long Weiguo stood and watched the show.

Wang Gang is responsible for causing trouble.

Wu Hanfeng pretended to be stupid.

His own son, on the other hand, was responsible for punishing him to the point of death.

The four characters "filial piety and parental love" have found their most complete interpretation today.

Zhao Yihang glanced at the time.

"Now begin the selection process."

"Those who wish to write a self-criticism, please go to the left to get paper and a pen."

"Those who choose to squat for two hours, please line up on the right."

"You have one minute to think about it."

No one moved at the scene.

The group of military and division leaders held papers in their hands, their expressions more varied than the last.

Training on the 400-meter steeplechase track has even been partially suspended.

More and more students were secretly glancing this way.

Everyone knows that the leaders were just disciplined by the military police.

But no one expected that after the rectification was completed, they would have to write a 10,000-word self-criticism on the spot!

Some people had already started whispering among themselves.

"Does the corps commander write it too?"

"Zhao Yihang said everyone."

"Where is the division commander?"

"The division commander commands 15,000 men."

Why does he have more?

"I heard he has the most problems and even tries to get close to the military police."

"Does the division commander know Zhao Yihang?"

"have no idea."

"Then why didn't he look for someone else, but specifically Wu Hanfeng?"

"They probably thought Wu Hanfeng was easy to talk to."

"Does he have some misunderstanding about what 'easy to talk to' means?"

Although the murmurs weren't loud, the training ground was unusually quiet.

Zhao Yuanchao still vaguely heard a few words.

His face flushed bright red.

Shame!

What a shame!

As a division commander, it was already embarrassing enough for him to be forced to change his military uniform in front of so many cadets.

And now I actually have to write a 15,000-word self-criticism in front of them, holding a stack of letters!

If this gets out, how will he be able to give speeches at the grassroots level in the future?

He stood on the stage and emphasized discipline.

The soldiers below were thinking to themselves—

This is the teacher who was punished with 15,000 words of punishment by the disciplinary inspector because his two socks were different colors.

There's also the option to squat for two hours.

Zhao Yuanchao thought it was absurd just by thinking about it!

The army commander, division commander, political commissar, and a group of army and division leaders.

They squatted in unison by the training ground of the training team.

Those who didn't know better would think they had committed some serious crime and were being subjected to collective squatting training by the training team.

What's even more outrageous is that there were hundreds of students watching nearby!

This is no longer a punishment.

This is to publicly display the leadership image of the entire army and division on the training ground!