I enlisted four times! My former unit blacklisted me.

Long Weiguo walked over.

"How much have you written about aiding Korea?"

Zhao Yuanchao glanced at the page number, his voice tinged with exhaustion.

"A little over ten thousand."

Long Weiguo nodded.

"Soon."

Zhao Yuanchao raised his head.

"Commander, why don't you sit down and give it a try?"

"Five thousand words left, and you call that fast?"

Long Weiguo smiled and said, "I've already finished writing it."

"It's easy to talk when you're not the one suffering."

Zhao Yuanchao: "..."

Wang Gang also came over.

He glanced at the stack of letters in front of Zhao Yuanchao and couldn't help but chuckle, "Old Zhao, aren't you usually the most talkative one in meetings?"

"A one-hour impromptu speech, no notes needed."

"Why can't you write 15,000 words now?"

Zhao Yuanchao retorted irritably, "Are giving a speech and writing a self-criticism the same thing?"

"I can't possibly expand the problem of the same sock into three aspects, six shortcomings, and twelve rectification measures, can I?"

Wang Gang thought about it.

"It's not impossible."

"Shut up!"

The military and division leaders standing nearby all had rather strange expressions.

They still haven't figured it out.

Why is this military police officer named Zhao Yihang keeping an eye on everyone else but focusing solely on Commander Zhao?

Could it be that Commander Zhao's slightly different colored socks are really that serious?

Or is it that the two of them had some kind of conflict in the past?

No one knows the answer.

Only Long Weiguo, Wang Gang, Li Cuicui, and Zhao Long knew the truth.

This is hardly a routine check-up.

This was clearly a concentrated purge of Zhao Yihang's biological father after years of waiting and finally finding a legitimate opportunity.

But every single one of them is within the prescribed range.

No one could find any obvious fault with it.

This is what makes Zhao Yuanchao feel most uncomfortable.

Zhao Yihang walked over to Zhao Yuanchao.

He glanced at the time, then at the remaining word count.

After a whole day of fussing, he had finally gotten his revenge.

Continuing to fixate on punctuation and grammatical errors is indeed going too far.

Thinking of this, he finally relented.

"Alright."

Zhao Yuanchao suddenly raised his head.

"No need to write anymore?"

"no."

Zhao Yihang said, "What I mean is, we don't need to continue writing the rest here."

Zhao Yuanchao was stunned for a moment.

Then, his eyes lit up slightly.

Has this brat finally had a change of heart?

More than 10,000 words, although still short of 15,000 words, but he has been through enough today.

Perhaps Zhao Yihang himself felt that it was about time.

Zhao Yuanchao quickly closed the pen.

"Since there's no need to write anymore, let's stop here for today."

"Who said we don't need to write anymore?"

Zhao Yihang frowned.

Zhao Yuanchao paused.

"Didn't you just say that we don't need to continue writing the rest here?"

"right."

Zhao Yihang nodded.

"You can take it back and write it."

"Submit it to the training team before morning exercises tomorrow."

The relaxation on Zhao Yuanchao's face instantly froze.

"Before morning exercises tomorrow?"

"right."

"It's almost nine o'clock!"

"I know."

"I still need over four thousand words! That's a lot of words; I still have post-meeting work to do when I get back!"

"After finishing my work, I still need to organize the materials!"

"You want me to hand it in before morning exercises tomorrow?"

Zhao Yihang nodded seriously.

"Yes."

Zhao Yuanchao was completely panicked.

"Zhao Yihang!"

"Aren't you just telling me to go back and write all night?!"

Zhao Yuanchao's shout was filled with extreme grief and indignation.

The sound carried on the night wind, and even the trainees who were gathering at the other end of the training ground could vaguely hear it.

Those who didn't know the situation might have thought the division commander had received some kind of overnight combat mission.

Only those present knew the truth.

The mission was indeed an all-nighter.

However, the target of the operation was not the enemy.

It's an inspection!

Zhao Yihang remained calm and said:

"I've already relaxed the conditions for you."

"We will no longer require you to continue working on-site, nor will we check your grammar and punctuation sentence by sentence."

"Take the rest back and write it down, then hand it in before morning exercises tomorrow."

"This already takes into full account the actual situation."

Zhao Yuanchao was so angry that his eyelids twitched.

"You've given it enough consideration?"

"If you're really considering it, you should waive the remaining three thousand-plus words!"

"no."

"Why not?"

"The penalty standards have already been announced, and there are still so many eyes watching."

"As teachers, we should take the lead in upholding the seriousness of punishment."

"If I exempt you from this position, what will the other comrades think?"

Zhao Yuanchao suddenly turned his head and looked at the group of military and division leaders around him.

Those who had just finished writing their self-criticisms almost simultaneously looked away.

Someone looked up at the sky.

Someone looked down at their shoes.

Some people even picked up their water glasses and pretended to examine how much water was left in them.

Nobody wants to voice their opinion at this time.

After all, they had already finished writing it.

My hand hurts a bit.

My lower back is a bit sore.

But at least they've made it ashore.

Zhao Yuanchao was still struggling in the water.

If you reach out to pull him at this point, Zhao Yihang will likely drag him back along with his hand, and then issue another "Explanation of Interference with Police Duty".

The regimental commander even quietly took half a step back.

Zhao Yuanchao's eyes widened immediately.

"Weren't you just saying it was unreasonable?"

"Why aren't you saying anything now?"

The regimental commander coughed lightly.

"Commander Zhao, I didn't say it was unreasonable."

"I mean... the severity of the punishment is quite challenging."

The political commissar of the Second Regiment immediately nodded in agreement.

"right."

"Challenges are the source of improvement."

Zhao Yuanchao looked at him.

"That's not what you said at lunchtime!"

The political commissar of the Second Regiment remained unfazed.

"I didn't get to know him very well at noon."

"After writing 10,000 words, I now fully understand."

Zhao Yuanchao: "..."

it is good!

very good!

The 10,000-word self-criticism was not written in vain.

Putting aside everything else, the ideological awareness of this group of people has indeed improved rapidly.

At least in terms of opportunism, they have reached an astonishing consensus.

Zhao Yihang tidied up the remaining blank sheets of paper from Zhao Yuanchao and handed them over along with the completed portion.

Please keep this safe.

"I will go to the training team's duty room for inspection before morning exercises tomorrow."

Zhao Yuanchao did not answer.

Zhao Yihang handed the paper forward a little more.

"Here you go."

"Inspection materials must not be discarded carelessly."

Zhao Yuanchao stared intently at him.

The father and son's eyes met in the night.

His eyes blazed with barely suppressed rage.

In another's eyes, it is the calm of performing duties in accordance with the law.

A few seconds later, Zhao Yuanchao snatched the thick letter from the paper.

"OK!"

"I wrote!"

"It's just over three thousand words, isn't it?"

"I'm not sleeping tonight!"

Zhao Yihang nodded.

"The attitude is commendable."

Zhao Yuanchao almost choked.

"Stop giving me these summaries!"

Long Weiguo finally couldn't help but laugh:

"Alright, let's aid North Korea."

"Spare the rod and spoil the child."

"It's a good thing that young people work hard."

Zhao Yuanchao suddenly looked at him.

"Commander, don't you know who he attacked?"

Long Weiguo coughed lightly.

"Be mindful of the occasion."

Zhao Yuanchao then realized that there were still many people around who did not know about their father-son relationship.

He immediately shut his mouth.

But the expression on his face became even uglier.

I can't say.

You can't scold them yet.

Even though it was his own son who punished his father to the point of staying up all night, he still had to pretend that the two were complete strangers.

This frustration cannot be fully expressed in 15,000 words.

To write it thoroughly, it would take at least 20,000 words.