I enlisted four times! My former unit blacklisted me.

Where should you look?

The trainees quickly looked ahead.

"Go back and carefully summarize what we just did in training."

"Meet on time this afternoon!"

"Disband!"

"yes!"

The group dispersed.

The trainees walked much slower than usual.

Some people would take a few steps and then turn back to look.

Some people, who should have gone towards the cafeteria, deliberately took a detour and passed by the leaders.

The way they pretended not to care, but actually wanted to see every detail clearly, made the cadres writing their self-criticisms even more embarrassed.

Zhao Yuanchao suddenly looked up.

"What are you looking at?"

The trainees tensed up and immediately quickened their pace.

But after walking a distance, they couldn't help but whisper among themselves.

"How much has the division commander written?"

"have no idea."

"It seems to still be on page three."

"The corps commander is almost on page five."

"Inspector Zhao was constantly inspecting the division commander."

"The requirements are estimated to be high."

"Of course, the division commander should set an example."

Zhao Yuanchao's face turned green upon hearing this.

Qin Gang also felt that continuing like this was not a solution.

After the students left, he walked up to Zhao Yihang.

"Zhao the Inspector."

"What is it?"

"It's almost lunchtime."

Qin Gang: "The mess hall has been notified and has prepared lunch according to the reception standards."

"Should we let the army commander and other leaders go to dinner first?"

"The inspection can continue this afternoon."

All the leaders who were writing self-criticisms looked up at the same time.

At that moment, Qin Gang seemed to glow in their eyes.

Finally, someone said something useful!

Going to the cafeteria for meals is not only a place to rest.

You can also leave the training ground temporarily.

Once you enter the cafeteria, at least you won't be surrounded by other students anymore.

Perhaps during the meal, the army commander can communicate with Zhao Yihang again, and the remaining inspection can be taken back and written.

Zhao Yuanchao went straight to the point: "Let's eat first!"

"Man is made of iron, food is made of steel."

"We can't expect everyone to write their self-criticisms on an empty stomach, can we?"

Wang Gang also stretched his wrists.

"It's time indeed."

A military leader immediately echoed this sentiment.

"Since the mess hall has already prepared everything, let's not waste it."

The opinions of everyone were surprisingly unanimous.

Let's eat first!

Regardless of what happens during the subsequent inspections, at least get out of this place.

Zhao Yihang checked the time.

He glanced at everyone's writing progress again.

"No need to go to the cafeteria."

The expectant look on everyone's faces froze at the same time.

Qin Gang was taken aback.

"Not going to the cafeteria?"

"I'm not going."

"What about lunch?"

Zhao Yihang pointed to the training ground.

"Let's eat here."

The crowd at the scene: "..."

Zhao Yuanchao almost stood up from the grass.

"Shall we eat here?"

"right."

"This is the training ground!"

"Can't we eat at the training ground?"

"This isn't a question of whether or not it's possible!"

Zhao Yuanchao, suppressing his anger, said, "So many army and division leaders, all sitting on the grass eating, what kind of behavior is this?"

Zhao Yihang looked at him.

"Like the inspected personnel receiving on-site disciplinary education."

Zhao Yuanchao: "..."

We've been blocked again!

Zhao Yihang turned to Qin Gang.

"Please have the training team notify the mess hall to send lunch here."

"No one may leave before the inspection is completed."

"You may pause writing during meals."

"Continue after dinner."

Qin Gang's lips twitched.

"Will it really be delivered?"

"right."

"According to normal standards."

"No extra preparation is needed."

Qin Gang looked at Long Weiguo.

Long Weiguo remained silent for a moment, then finally nodded.

"Do as he says."

Once the army commander spoke, everyone else had no more objections.

Qin Gang could only ask the duty officer to notify the cooking squad.

A dozen minutes later.

Several cooks pushed a cart of insulated meals to the training ground.

As soon as they turned the corner, they saw a scene that would stay with them forever.

The army commander sat on a stone stool and wrote a self-criticism.

The division commander sat on the grass writing a self-criticism.

Several military and division leaders were lying on the lawn, writing furiously.

The regimental commander and political commissar of the Third Regiment were also among them.

A large stack of letters was placed in front of everyone.

Several cooks stopped in their tracks at the same time.

The person pushing the cart even doubted that they had gone to the wrong place.

"Is this the training corps?"

The people next to him looked at the 400-meter obstacle course.

"Yes."

"And what about these leaders..."

Don't ask.

"Delivering meals."

The group quickly lowered their heads.

They were afraid that if they looked at it too much, they would also be required to undergo a medical examination.

The food cart was pushed closer.

Zhao Yihang announced a suspension of writing.

"Ten minutes for the meal."

"Everyone should keep the inspection materials safe."

"Do not allow soup or oil stains to contaminate the paper."

"Continue writing after the meal."

The group of leaders finally put down their pens.

The only difference was their wrist movements; they were remarkably similar.

Some people's fingers are stiff.

Some people's hands are sore.

Some people had been lying down for too long, and as soon as they propped themselves up, a wave of soreness came from their lower back.

Li Cuicui and Zhao Long were alright.

They arrived last and had only written one page.

After receiving their lunchboxes, the two quickly found a patch of grass to sit down.

As soon as Li Cuicui opened the box, Zhao Yuanchao's voice came from the side.

"Is the food good?"

Li Cuicui's body stiffened.

"It's...it's alright."

Zhao Yuanchao coldly replied, "How about comparing it to hiding behind a tree and watching the show?"

Li Cuicui quickly lowered her head and ate her food.

"Commander, we already know we were wrong."

Zhao Long added, "I will definitely reflect on this deeply when I get back."

Zhao Yuanchao looked at the two of them.

"Finish writing 10,000 words first before talking about depth."

"Not a single word can be missing!"

He said this with exceptional conviction.

Anyone who didn't know better would think that the 10,000-word punishment was personally drafted by Zhao Yuanchao.

Li Cuicui and Zhao Long dared not refute.

After all, Zhao Yuanchao himself still had 15,000 words to write.

In this situation, whoever provokes him is essentially throwing a cigarette butt into a powder keg.

Long Weiguo sat on the stone stool and took the lunchbox.

Zhao Yihang handed over another pair of chopsticks.

"Commander, chopsticks."

"Thanks."

Seeing this, Zhao Yuanchao felt resentful again.

Where are my chopsticks?

Zhao Yihang pointed to the food cart.

"Take it yourself."

Zhao Yuanchao glared at him.

"You, Commander, are giving me this, but I'm supposed to take mine myself?"

"The army commander is far from the dining car."

"You're close by."

"I'm not close either!"

Zhao Yihang glanced at it.

"Three meters as the crow flies."

"I am in good health."

"They are fully capable of collecting it themselves."

Zhao Yuanchao's chest heaved with anger.

Who exactly is his father?

Uncle Long has a stone pier.

There is shade from the trees.

Now even chopsticks are being given away as gifts.

Not only do you sit on the grass, but you also have to go to the food truck to get your chopsticks yourself.

Isn't the difference in treatment too obvious?

Wang Gang chuckled from the side, "Old Zhao, I have an extra pair here."

Zhao Yuanchao's expression softened slightly.

"Comrade Political Commissar is the one who has the awareness."

Wang Gang handed over the chopsticks.

"Take it."

Zhao Yuanchao took the chopsticks and was just about to eat when Zhao Yihang came over again.

"Keep the inspection paper safe."

"What's wrong with me putting it next to me?"

"Too close to the lunchbox."

"The oil might splatter onto the paper."

"So what if it splashed?"

"The pollution inspection materials need to be rewritten."

Zhao Yuanchao's body stiffened.

He immediately picked up the examination paper and placed it as far away from the lunchbox as possible.

Three-page check.

Although not many.

But every single word was reviewed by Zhao Yihang.

If he had to rewrite it with oil on his hands, he would faint from anger on the spot.

Seeing this, Zhao Yihang nodded in satisfaction.

"That's fine."

Zhao Yuanchao looked up and glared at him.

"Can I eat now?"

"Can."

"Do I need your permission to choose which dish to eat first?"

"unnecessary."

"Should we specify how many times to chew each bite?"

There are no relevant requirements.

"Should I thank you?"

"It's my duty, you're welcome."

Zhao Yuanchao: "..."

He lowered his head and shoveled a large mouthful of rice into his mouth.

That movement didn't resemble eating.

It was more like he was treating the rice like Zhao Yihang, ready to bite it to pieces on the spot.