Soldiers' Assault: Veteran Special Agents and New Recruits

Chapter 87 Where did this god come from? Class 5 is completely dumbfounded! (Please subscribe)

Jackie Chan has a stable mindset; he's made the best of it and found something to enjoy as soon as he arrived.

He Hongtao, as the company commander of the Third Company, brought the best soldiers of the entire regiment, but when he saw the terrible state of the Fifth Platoon, he was so angry that he exploded.

He raised his voice and sternly reprimanded, "What are you doing? Is this a vegetable market?"

He Hongtao's fiery shout startled the four card players, who all turned their gazes toward the door.

Upon closer inspection...

They all shuddered in fright.

He quickly threw the cards on the table, stood up at attention, and stared at the instructor who had suddenly appeared with tense, fearful, and somewhat surprised eyes.

These two expressions of astonishment came from Jackie Chan.

Jackie Chan, whose body is almost as wide as a door frame, stood behind the instructor. The contrast in their sizes created a strong visual impact.

In the end, it was Old Ma's experience and good mindset that allowed him to react in time.

He rubbed his face haphazardly several times to wipe away the note, then asked with a grin, "Instructor, what wind blew you here?"

"Didn't I inform you yesterday?" He Hongtao's brows furrowed.

"Oh, oh, I remember now, I was supposed to send a deputy class monitor to our class. Instructor, I'm so sorry, look at my forgetfulness, I was so busy I completely forgot." Old Ma slapped his forehead and quickly apologized.

"Did you forget because you were busy?"

He Hongtao was even more furious when he heard this. He pointed at the messy dormitory and cursed, "Look at your mess! What a disaster you've made! Is it even presentable?"

The quilt was crumpled up and thrown on the bed, the desk was cluttered with all sorts of things, toothbrush cups and washbasins were scattered everywhere, and the dormitory smelled strongly of smoke.

This doesn't look like a dormitory at all! Even the pigsty in the production team's headquarters is cleaner and tidier than this.

You know what?

The pigsty of the production platoon in the army was much cleaner than this messy 5th platoon.

"hey-hey."

Old Ma grinned, took out a cigarette from his pack, and handed it to him, saying, "You're usually pretty clean, but it's the weekend today, so I relaxed a bit. I promise I'll change, I promise I'll change in the future."

"Old Ma."

He Hongtao refused Lao Ma's cigarette and said with exasperation, "You've been in the Third Company longer than I have as the instructor. Look at the squad you're leading now, what can I say to you?"

Old Ma gave an awkward laugh, then quickly winked at Old Wei and the other two.

While hitting them, he said, "That's right, you should have a good talk with them. Look at them, they don't look like soldiers at all."

Old Wei, Xue Lin, and Li Meng are very shrewd; they immediately got to work as soon as they saw Old Ma's signal.

Put all the beer bottles on the table on the floor, sweep the sunflower seeds and peanut shells into the trash can, and wrap the cards on the table in newspaper and stuff them into the cabinet.

Seeing the things being stuffed into the cabinet, He Hongtao felt his head throb even more than before.

"Old Ma, even though you've finished your regular training, guarding the training ground is still a sacred mission. Are you really just going to waste your days like this?" He Hongtao said with heartache.

Old Ma chuckled, unsure how to respond, when he caught a glimpse of Jackie Chan, who was two heads taller than him.

He immediately clapped his hands enthusiastically and said loudly, "Welcome, welcome! Everyone welcomes our fifth squad leader!"

Li Meng and the other two were quite adept at changing the subject, and quickly joined in clapping and shouting a welcome.

After the applause.

Old Ma enthusiastically introduced, "Come, come, let me introduce you to the people in the class. I am the class monitor of Class 5. You can just call me Old Ma."

The first one on the left is named Li Meng. His dream is to become a writer, and his pen name is Meng... Meng...

"Meng Ershitai," Li Meng interjected.

"Oh, right, right, let's call him Mönster."

Old Ma pointed to Xue Lin in the middle: "This skinny monkey is called Xue Lin, he doesn't have any special skills."

Switching to the far right, Lao Wei said, "This fattest one is our class's vice class monitor, oh no, I mean, the former vice class monitor. You can just call him Lao Wei."

After introducing everyone in the class, Lao Ma asked Jackie Chan with a smile, "Fifth Squad Leader, what about you? Please introduce yourself."

"Whoosh~"

Jackie Chan gave a powerful and stylish military salute with a flourish.

He said in a booming voice, "My name is Cheng Long. I was transferred from the third squad of the seventh steel company. I hope everyone will take good care of me and cooperate with me in the future."

The five members of the Grassland Platoon were very isolated from the news. They didn't even know that Jackie Chan was a household name in the entire troupe.

However, Old Ma happened to know someone from the Third Platoon of the Seventh Steel Company, and happily asked, "You're from the Third Platoon of the Seventh Steel Company, so isn't Shi Jin your platoon leader?"

"Yes." Jackie Chan nodded.

"He was a soldier I trained, and he later became one of the eight best squad leaders in the entire regiment, haha."

Old Ma's muddled eyes, which had been clouded by years of drifting through life, suddenly gleamed with a rare glimmer of pride.

Back in the day, Old Ma was quite impressive.

"You were my class monitor's class monitor, and now you're my class monitor too. We're practically acquaintances now, so I hope you'll take good care of me in the future."

Jackie Chan made a rare effort to build relationships, with the aim of preparing for what's to come.

To change the rottenness that has permeated Class 5, drastic changes are necessary, and it is inevitable that this will cause resentment and discomfort among the students.

As long as Jackie Chan can handle the situation with Old Ma well, he can "do whatever he wants" as the deputy leader.

"The people in the Seventh Steel Company are all elites. It's an honor for our Fifth Platoon on the Grassland that you've come here. I wouldn't dare say I'll take care of you, but let's help each other out."

Old Ma was very adept at handling interpersonal relationships. He then shouted at Old Wei and the others, "What are you all standing there for? Hurry up and come help the deputy squad leader with his things!"

Old Wei and the other two rushed over to help carry the things that Jackie Chan had brought.

"Li Meng, move your things upstairs. From now on, the lower bunk will belong to the class monitor."

Old Ma personally went over, grabbed all the mattresses and blankets from the first bed on the left, and threw them onto the empty upper bunk.

"Why me? Xue Lin..."

"Stop talking!"

Old Wei pinched Li Meng's arm, silencing her, before untying the backpack straps and starting to make the bed for Jackie Chan.

"Come, come, Instructor, Jackie Chan, go sit down, rest a bit and have some water."

Old Ma returned and warmly guided Jackie Chan and the instructor to sit down at the table, and poured the instructor a glass of water.

"Instructor, this water has a high copper content, so it can be considered mineral water. I just don't know how it will affect my health."

Li Meng enthusiastically provided simultaneous commentary from the side, but something about what she said sounded off, leaving Old Ma, who had personally poured the water, looking quite embarrassed.

I was originally going to pour Jackie Chan a glass, but now I feel too embarrassed to do so.

The instructor was exasperated with this guy. He didn't know whether to drink from the cup or not, so he could only take a sip as a formality and then put it on the table.

"The water pipes will be brought over to you right away. The deputy squad leader we've chosen for you is the best soldier in the regiment right now. Don't say the regiment doesn't take care of you," He Hongtao said solemnly.

"Yes, yes, thank you, troupe. I can tell that Deputy Squad Leader Cheng is definitely outstanding," Old Ma flattered.

"The deputy squad leader is imposing and outstanding, a true dragon among men, clearly an extraordinary person."

Li Meng also followed suit and flattered him.

They had no choice but to flatter him. Jackie Chan was as big as three of them; if they didn't try to please him, they might get beaten up.

Just at this time.

"Clatter~"

Something fell on the ground.

Old Ma turned around and saw that it was a plastic bag that Jackie Chan had brought. He immediately scolded, "Old Wei, look at you, so careless! Hurry up and pick it up."

Old Wei didn't take it seriously since it was just an ordinary plastic bag.

He just grabbed the bag and lifted it up.

As a result, because the bag had fallen to the ground earlier, the box containing the third-class merit award had punctured the bag, and when Lao Wei suddenly lifted it, the bag went straight through to the bottom.

The dozen or so certificates of merit and awards, including the third-class merit award, all fell to the ground with a clatter.

"What is this?"

Old Wei felt something was off. These things looked very similar to the group rewards that Old Ma kept like treasures and wouldn't let them touch.

Curiosity compelled him to bend down and pick up the first one on top.

While reading, he read aloud: "Commendation Order: Comrade Cheng Long has performed excellently in the assessment and made great contributions to the army. He is hereby awarded the Third Class Merit and hereby commended."

"What? Third-class merit? Jackie Chan?"

Old Ma, Xue Lin, and Li Meng stared in disbelief, their eyes all turning to Jackie Chan.

However, this is only the beginning of the implementation.

Equally shocked, Lao Wei saw a thick stack of papers on the ground and picked up a second one, reading it aloud as he did so: "Commendation Order: Comrade Cheng Long has performed excellently and fought bravely during his new recruit training, achieving remarkable results. He is hereby awarded a third-class merit."

"Another third-class merit award? My goodness!"

Needless to say, Lao Wei himself was bombarded with two third-class merits in a row, and he felt like he was about to be knocked unconscious.

Old Ma, who had served in the Third Company of the Red Army for more than ten years without ever receiving a third-class merit award and at most a division-level commendation, looked at Jackie Chan with the eyes of someone who had seen a ghost.

Xue Lin and Li Meng, needless to say, perfectly exemplified what it means to be dumbfounded.

This is not over yet.

Old Wei picked up the third certificate from the ground, read it aloud as he looked at it, his eyes practically bulging out of their sockets. It was a commendation certificate from the division headquarters.

I picked up the fourth certificate almost numbly; it was a sharpshooter award certificate written by the division commander himself.

The 5th, the 6th, the 7th...

One after another, they numbly repeated each other, each one filled with honor, each one representing something they could only dream of.

I looked through a total of 16 certificates and awards, as well as two red boxes with "Third-Class Merit" written on them. Just by looking at them, they exuded a solemn aura.

You don't even need to look to know what's inside.

On the way here, to prevent the certificates from being crushed, Jackie Chan took out the three old ones from his bag and put them together with the 13 newly acquired ones.

Listen to Lao Wei read out 16 honors in one go.

Old Ma and the other two were completely dumbfounded.

If it weren't right in front of me, I wouldn't believe that a mere first-class sergeant could have received so many honors.

At this moment, the eyes of the four members of Class Five looking at Jackie Chan conveyed eight words—

"Where did this deity come from???"

Fortunately, they didn't know Jackie Chan. If they knew that Jackie Chan had been working alone for less than two years, they would probably all faint.

This is a comparison between people.

I feel like I'm not even worthy of being called a human being.

Li Meng was initially upset because her lower bunk had been taken.

After seeing the huge stack of certificates of honor that Long had received, his little problem instantly vanished, leaving only boundless admiration, and heartfelt joy and excitement.

He has been wanting to write a book, but he hasn't written more than a few words yet.

It's not that he didn't want to write.

Rather, he lacked inspiration, couldn't think of a suitable protagonist, and his work lacked a clear direction, which prevented him from putting pen to paper.

But now things have changed, everything has changed.

His chance has come.

Seeing Jackie Chan's physique, comparable to Lu Bu, hearing about his numerous unbelievable honors, and thinking about the long-term relationship we can have together and the wealth of material we can gather, I felt a surge of excitement.

Li Meng suddenly had a breakthrough and felt a strong desire to create.

If the occasion weren't so inappropriate, he would have immediately taken out his paper and pen and started creating his military novel with Jackie Chan as the protagonist.

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(End of this chapter)