I enlisted four times! My former unit blacklisted me.

Zhao Yuanchao became angrier the more he thought about it.

It felt like a ball of fire was stuck in my chest.

Zhao Yihang, however, seemed not to notice his expression.

"One-minute countdown begins. If you haven't decided or started yet, the punishment will be doubled!"

"Fifty-nine."

Fifty-eight.

"Fifty-seven..."

With each number counted, the atmosphere became more tense.

Several military leaders looked at each other in bewilderment.

Some people want to see how Long Weiguo will choose.

Someone was secretly observing Zhao Yuanchao again.

Some people looked down at their knees, wondering if they could last for two hours.

Long Weiguo remained relatively calm.

Wang Gang, holding a piece of paper, seemed to have already begun to consider what angle to write the first paragraph from.

Only Zhao Yuanchao's face grew increasingly dark.

"Fifty-three."

"Fifty-two."

"Fifty-one..."

Zhao Yihang is still counting down.

at last.

Zhao Yuanchao could no longer hold back.

He abruptly raised the letter in his hand and shouted angrily at Zhao Yihang:

"Zhao Yihang!"

"Are you crazy?"

"So many military and divisional leaders still have jobs!"

"You want us to sit on the training ground of the training camp and write a 10,000-word self-criticism in front of hundreds of trainees?"

"You want me to write 15,000 words?"

"Two hours in jail if you don't write?"

"What exactly do you want?!"

Zhao Yihang looked at him calmly: "I was just doing my job."

"Of course, you can refuse to comply. Anyway, I'm just a lowly military police officer, and I can't do anything to you."

"However, if you really dare to do this in front of so many soldiers, hehe... think about the consequences."

After hearing this, Zhao Yuanchao was completely speechless.

The same applies to other military and division leaders.

When soldiers make mistakes, their leaders will reprimand and punish them severely.

But now that it's their leader's turn to make a mistake, are they supposed to be given lenient treatment?

Just because you hold a position doesn't mean you can disregard military discipline.

Regardless of what the soldiers think, once this matter is reported to higher authorities, none of these leaders can escape punishment!

The training ground, which had been somewhat agitated, fell silent once again.

Those officers who were about to speak up for the army commander and division leaders swallowed their words.

How so?

There's no way to explain it.

Zhao Yihang has blocked their last escape route.

You don't have to write it.

You don't have to squat.

I'm just a lowly military police officer; there's really nothing I can do to you.

The problem is, there are hundreds of training team members watching!

If a soldier at the grassroots level is not in good military uniform, with his hat slightly askew or a button missing, officers will immediately accuse him of having a weak sense of discipline.

Now they themselves are violating the rules, but because of their high positions, they refuse to accept punishment?

How will we manage the troops then?

How should we deal with grassroots officers and soldiers?

Not to mention what the soldiers below would think.

If this matter gets to the garrison area and is then reported through the military police system, its nature will immediately change from a simple issue of military appearance to a case of leading cadres refusing to cooperate with the police and taking the lead in violating disciplinary regulations.

The former might at most lose face.

The latter will lose more than just face!

Among the training team, Qian Kun, Ma Teng, and Sun Dawei's eyes lit up when they heard Zhao Yihang's words.

"Yihang's move was ruthless!"

Ma Teng nodded.

"He said he couldn't do anything about it, but in reality he blocked all of everyone's escape routes."

Sun Dawei couldn't help but sigh.

"What's this called?"

"That means I won't pressure you."

"I'm only keeping hundreds of eyes on you."

Whether you write it or not is up to you.

"They're really not giving us any way out at all."

Wu Hanfeng stood aside, looking at Zhao Yihang, a hint of emotion appearing in his eyes.

The student surpasses the teacher!

Back when he first became a military police officer, He Dong was just following behind, taking notes in a notebook.

Later, Zhao Yihang volunteered to be his assistant, learning from him how to inspect military uniforms, how to preserve evidence, and how to use regulations to block the excuses of those being inspected.

Wu Hanfeng felt at the time that Zhao Yihang needed more experience.

Now it seems I was worrying too much.

When he inspected the regimental headquarters, he would first show his credentials, then check for problems, and finally ask the relevant personnel to write several thousand words of self-criticism.

Even Qin Gang and the others were only asked to write 10,000 words because Liu Zhen and the others had accepted the gifts Erniu had given them, and also because of the training to come.

Zhao Yihang is alright.

They not only learned how to show their credentials, obtain certificates, and register.

He also taught himself psychological pressure tactics, how to create a crowd, and how to morally block roads.

They were polite in their words.

You can refuse.

I can't do anything to you.

But if they dared to refuse, the gazes of the hundreds of trainees around them would be enough to send these leaders to the top of the entire division's list of notorious figures.

Even Wu Hanfeng had to admit that this move was brilliant.

Wu Hanfeng sighed softly, "This kid's got guts."

Qin Gang was standing not far from him, and upon hearing this, the corner of his mouth twitched violently twice.

"You're still praising me?"

"Why can't I praise him?"

Wu Hanfeng said, "Adhering to principles, daring to perform duties, and not being afraid of high or low positions are commendable."

Qin Gang gritted his teeth and asked, "What about the 10,000-word self-criticism?"

"The educational efforts are quite substantial."

"What about squatting for two hours?"

"The teaching methods are quite flexible."

"What about Commander Zhao's 15,000 words?"

"Tailored education to individual needs, precise education."

Qin Gang: "..."

What a brilliant precision education!

If Zhao Yuanchao heard this, he would probably give Wu Hanfeng a precise lesson first.

In the center of the training field.

Zhao Yuanchao's expression changed several times.

He glanced at Zhao Yihang.

He then glanced around at the students who were secretly observing them.

In the end, he could only forcefully suppress his anger.

Not writing?

Of course, he doesn't have to write it.

Given his position, if he simply turns away with a stern face, who could really keep him here?

The problem is, he can't leave!

The army commander was still standing.

The political commissar is still alive.

Many officers in the military and divisional headquarters are watching.

There were several hundred other students around.

If he, as the division commander, were the first to turn and leave, it would be tantamount to telling everyone in front of all the division's grassroots cadres—

The rules are set for those below them.

If a leader has problems, they can choose not to admit it.

Zhao Yuanchao would never do something like that.

Others understand this principle as well.

A military leader looked at Long Weiguo.

Now everyone's choices depend on the commander's attitude.

If Long Weiguo were to say that the punishment was unreasonable, they could simply end it there.

After a few seconds of silence, Ke Longweiguo surprisingly took a pen from Zhao Yihang first.

"Now that the problem has been identified, we should reflect on it as required."

After saying that, he picked up a stack of letters.

Seeing this, the last glimmer of hope in the hearts of other military leaders was completely extinguished.

Even the army commander started writing.

Who would dare to leave?

Wang Gang then took the paper and pen.

"I choose to write a self-criticism."

He could squat for two hours; it's not entirely impossible for him.

It would be too damaging to the image of a political commissar of a division to squat on the training ground for two hours in front of hundreds of trainees.

In comparison, although writing 10,000 words is tiring for the hands, at least you can choose your own posture.

Other leaders also stepped forward one after another.

"I wrote."

"I'll write too."

Give me a pen.

"Do you have any harder pads?"