I enlisted four times! My former unit blacklisted me.

After the meeting, the items were returned to their original condition upon inspection.

Not a single piece of paper was missing.

Zhao Yuanchao was the last to leave the meeting room.

He saw Zhao Yihang standing at the bottom of the steps, then looked at his large stack of letters on the lawn, and his face immediately darkened.

"Wasn't the meeting already over?"

Zhao Yihang said, "So the inspection can continue."

"Can't you just..."

"cannot."

Zhao Yihang immediately cut him off.

"If you try to interfere with the military police's normal duties again, I will make a record of it."

Zhao Yuanchao stared intently at him.

Zhao Yihang met his gaze without backing down.

A few seconds later, Zhao Yuanchao was the first to look away.

It's not that he feels guilty.

There were just too many people around.

If this argument continues, and that brat adds another 5,000 words, he won't be able to go home tonight.

The leaders returned to the lawn.

Lift the plastic sheet.

Find your own name.

Pick up the checklist that hasn't been finished yet.

sit down.

Lie down properly.

Continue writing furiously.

The entire process was performed with exceptional skill.

It has even subtly formed a fixed process.

At 5 p.m., the training team finished their physical training.

Groups of trainees passed by the lawn.

The leaders are still writing.

At 6 p.m., the trainees went to the cafeteria.

The leaders were still writing as they walked across the lawn.

At 6:30 p.m., the students finished their meal and returned to their dormitories.

The leaders are still writing.

When a member of the first regiment passed by for the third time, he finally couldn't help but exclaim, "Our regimental commander really has perseverance."

The person next to him nodded.

"I've been writing since noon."

"How many words would that be?"

"Ten thousand."

"When I was in school, I had to make up three stories for an 800-word essay."

"Where did the commander get so many mistakes?"

"Perhaps it's because of their high position and deep understanding."

The regimental commander's eyelids twitched as he listened.

He really wanted to tell these students that he wasn't the one making the most mistakes.

He was reported by Li Cuicui so suddenly that he didn't even have a chance to explain!

But Zhao Yihang was standing nearby.

Saying this could very likely be interpreted as a lack of understanding of the punishment.

So he could only lower his head and continue writing.

At seven o'clock in the evening, the sky gradually darkened.

Qin Gang had several emergency lights brought over and set up a few folding tables next to the grass.

The lights came on.

Stacks of letter paper were illuminated by the light, turning them snow-white.

The leaders' faces, however, turned increasingly pale.

Writing on the grass during the day at least comforts me that this is a temporary situation.

Now even the lighting fixtures and folding tables have been installed.

By any measure, it looks like they're preparing for a long-term battle.

A military officer, shaking his aching wrist, couldn't help but ask, "Can we still choose the squatting position now?"

Zhao Yihang looked at him.

"What do you mean?"

"I'm not writing anymore."

The official said earnestly, "I'll squat for two hours."

"If I had known I would be writing until tonight, I would have squatted down at noon."

Several people nearby nodded in agreement.

At first, they felt it was too embarrassing for a group of leaders to squat by the training ground for two hours.

They've only just realized that squatting for two hours isn't a punishment at all.

That's called leaving get off work early.

If I had started squatting at noon, it would have been over by now.

Why write until your wrists tremble, your thumb turns red, and you even have to switch to your left hand to pick up food?

Zhao Yihang shook his head.

"The option is only valid before the penalty begins."

"It's already mostly written, so we can't change it now."

The official asked urgently, "Is it written in the regulations?"

"I wrote it."

Which one?

Zhao Yihang opened the notebook.

"When I announced the punishment, I said that once the choice was made, it could not be changed midway."

"You were probably too busy watching how the army commander made his choice to listen carefully."

The official: "..."

It really is.

Everyone was watching Long Weiguo at that moment.

The army commander took out paper, so they took out paper too.

No one expected that it would take from noon to night to write these 10,000 words.

Looking back now, squatting for two hours is incredibly tempting.

Unfortunately, you only get one chance.

What's missed is missed.

7:40 PM.

Long Weiguo finally put down his pen.

He flexed his stiff fingers and handed the thick stack of medical records to Zhao Yihang.

"Ten thousand words."

"Please check it."

Upon hearing this, everyone looked up.

The commander has finished writing!

This was undoubtedly a huge encouragement to them.

Zhao Yihang accepted it with both hands.

Long Weiguo wrote very neatly.

There was no deliberate enlargement of the characters, nor was there excessive use of repetitive sentences to pad the word count.

After reading it, Zhao Yihang stood at attention and said, "Inspection passed."

Long Weiguo nodded.

"The problem has been rectified, and the inspection has been completed. Can I leave now?"

"Can."

Zhao Yihang answered very readily.

A smile appeared on Long Weiguo's face.

He didn't leave immediately, but looked at the crowd who were still engrossed in writing.

"Speed ​​up, everyone."

"I'll wait for you over there."

Everyone's spirits lifted.

"yes!"

The army commander has finished writing.

What other reason do they have to delay?

For a moment, only the scratching sound of pens scribbling across paper could be heard on the lawn.

Several regimental commanders wrote so much their wrists were almost smoking.

Li Cuicui gritted her teeth and wrote furiously.

Zhao Long glanced at his last page and couldn't help but remind him.

"Is your handwriting getting bigger and bigger?"

"Is there?"

"The previous page had more than four hundred words."

Zhao Long pointed to the page he was currently writing on.

"This page has a maximum of two hundred pages."

Li Cuicui remained unfazed.

"As I wrote further, my mindset broadened."

"The words naturally became more free-flowing."

Zhao Long: "..."

What he said actually made a lot of sense.

Unfortunately, Zhao Yihang didn't think so.

Zhao Yihang walked over and took a look.

"The text on the last three pages is noticeably enlarged."

"Recalculate according to the previous standards."

Li Cuicui's face instantly fell.

"No, you're even interfering with this?"

"To prevent people from intentionally padding the page count."

"You asked for 10,000 words, not 100 pages."

"That's why I calculate it by word count."

Zhao Yihang calmly said, "No matter how big you write, it won't add up to the extra amount."

Li Cuicui opened her mouth.

In the end, he could only lower his head again.

He recalled that when Wu Hanfeng was in charge of the Third Regiment, he was just as stubborn and unyielding.

Now, Zhao Yihang is standing next to him, looking even more serious than Wu Hanfeng.

No wonder Wu Hanfeng made him his assistant.

These two people are not together to cooperate.

It's to ensure that the person being inspected has no way out.

8:15 PM.

Political Commissar Wang Gang completed the inspection.

8:20.

Several military leaders successively submitted their materials.

8:30.

The commanders of the First Regiment, the Second Regiment, the Artillery Regiment, and the Communications Regiment also finished writing their names one after another.

After submitting their tests, the first thing everyone did was not to stretch or move around.

Instead, he looked at his right hand, the one holding the pen.

My hand is still there.

It's just that it's temporarily not very obedient.

After the regimental commander finished the inspection, his right hand remained suspended in mid-air, trembling slightly.

The political commissar of the Second Regiment glanced at him.

"What's wrong?"

"It took too long to write."

"I can't stop."

"Hold it down."

"My left hand is sore too."

The political commissar of the Second Regiment paused for a moment.

"Then let it write two more pages, maybe it will get tired and stop."

The regimental commander glared at him.

"You write it if you want!"

Li Cuicui and Zhao Long also completed their check-ups around 8:40.

After submitting their materials and receiving confirmation of approval, the two breathed a sigh of relief almost simultaneously.

Li Cuicui stood up, and a series of soft cracks came from her waist.

Zhao Long's situation wasn't much better.

He had barely taken a step when both his legs went weak, and he almost sat back down on the grass.

Li Cuicui quickly helped him up.

"What's wrong with you?"

"My legs go numb after squatting for a long time."

"Weren't you lying down the whole time?"

"If you get tired of lying down, squat down; if you get tired of squatting, lie down again."

"I tried every possible way to write today."

The two helped each other to stand aside.

The leaders who had completed their inspections also left the lawn.

Someone is stretching their shoulders.

Someone was rubbing their lower back.

Someone took a water cup and gulped down more than half of it in one go.

Everyone wore a look of exhaustion, as if they had just accomplished a major task.

To the uninitiated, they would have thought they had just finished a command operation that lasted for more than ten hours.

8:50 p.m.

The people on the lawn had mostly dispersed.

Only Zhao Yuanchao remained.

He remained seated there.

There was a thick stack of letters in front of me.

He held a fountain pen in his right hand.

He rested his left hand on his forehead.

He looked exhausted even from behind.

no way.

Others were punished with 10,000 words.

It is 15,000 words.

If someone misspells a punctuation mark, it can usually be corrected.

If he misspelled a punctuation mark, Zhao Yihang would squat down beside him and earnestly ask why he used that punctuation mark, what ideological problem it reflected, and whether, as a teacher, he should improve his official document writing skills.

If someone writes a grammatically incorrect sentence, you can just correct it.

He wrote a sentence with a grammatical error, and Zhao Yihang was able to go from the grammatical mistake to the lack of rigor in his work style.

If someone makes a typo, cross it out and rewrite it.

If he misspelled a word, Zhao Yihang would make him copy the whole sentence three times to reinforce his memory.

And so, others continued on their way.

Zhao Yuanchao kept having to redo the work.

When others write self-criticisms, they mainly rely on their hands.

Writing self-criticisms is not only hard on his hands, but also puts strain on his blood pressure.

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