Father, you've been drafted four times already, please spare us!

"What's going on?"

Chen Nian frowned and rushed over immediately.

"We don't know yet; we'll have to wait for the medical team to arrive!"

The squad leader looked extremely anxious.

"Don't panic, tell me what's going on!"

The squad leader wiped the sweat from his face and began to recount:

"Given that the new recruits in our class have not received high-intensity training, my pace at the front was not too fast, and was definitely within an acceptable range."

"At the time, I was calculating the time and pace when I suddenly felt a tightness around my waist, and then he collapsed."

"When he collapsed, there were no signs of emergency such as foaming at the mouth or convulsions."

Chen Nian breathed a slight sigh of relief upon hearing this.

"How is his physical condition?"

Chen asked again.

"Among the new recruits in our class, his physical fitness is quite good, above average. He has never experienced this during training, and I have never heard him say that he feels any discomfort."

Chen Nian frowned upon hearing this.

If what the class monitor said is true, then something is not quite right!

"The medical team has arrived!"

Chen Nian immediately dispersed the surrounding crowd:

"Disperse, everyone, and continue training!"

"spread!"

Chen Nian roared.

"What's the point of training like this? The guy's already in shock!"

"This training intensity is enough to kill a person; it's absolutely inhumane!"

"Exactly! New recruits aren't trained like this! Even if it's for the recruit skills competition, you can't train them to death!"

"Let's change the instructor; this one is so inhumane!"

"..."

These words, each and every one, were like flying knives piercing Chen Nian's heart.

"What the hell are you all saying? You know it's a training problem!"

"They're all training as usual!"

"Return to the team quickly!"

The class monitor quickly reprimanded the crowd.

"Squad leader, Xiao Wuzi is already in this state from training, what's the point of continuing? What if something else happens?"

The squad leader punched the recruit who had spoken in the chest.

"What, you're on the medical team? You know the situation, right? If you don't, shut up!"

"Everyone, assemble immediately and continue training!"

The new recruits, though stiff-necked, obeyed orders, shutting their mouths and stepping aside.

"Instructor Chen, I'll leave this to you. I'll continue training the new recruits!"

Chen Nian nodded, signaling him to continue training.

After the medical team arrived, they examined the fallen recruit on the spot.

A few minutes later, the squad leader, frowning, demanded of Chen Nian:

Did he skip lunch?

"Our troops aren't so poor that our soldiers won't have lunch!"

"You platoon and squad leaders need to write self-criticisms. I will report this matter to the company!"

After saying that, the squad leader of the medical team waved his hand:

"Give him an IV of glucose and get him to the medical team immediately so he can rest!"

Hypoglycemia?

Could it be...?

Chen Nian thought of a somewhat disgusting possibility, but he didn't say anything. He just looked up at the class monitor from before and found that the other party was leading his people and was about to return to the finish line.

After thinking for a moment, Chen Nian dialed Zhang Zheng's number.

He was the head instructor and the person in charge of all training, so Zhang Zheng provided him with a mobile phone.

"Old Zhang, who's on today's sentry roster? What's their schedule?"

Zhang Zheng was somewhat puzzled:

"Brother, you're the head instructor. Do I need to report to you about the sentry duties?"

"Something happened on the training field..."

Chen Nian told Zhang Zheng what had happened and his guesses.

Zhang Zheng also took it very seriously after hearing this:

"Wait, let me take a look!"

Zhang then reported the information of the sentry personnel and their shift times over the phone.

By the time Chen Nian received this information, the squad leader had already led his men to rest at the finish line.

Chen Nian strode over.

"Instructor Chen, how's the situation? Is that new recruit in our platoon alright?"

Chen Nian made a subtle gesture, indicating that he wanted to speak privately.

"You're from the second row, third squad, right?"

"Yes, I'm Zhao Jun, the squad leader of the third squad in the second row!"

"It's your class's turn to be on duty today, right?"

Zhao Jun nodded.

"What was the name of the soldier who went into shock?"

"Liu Wu!"

"His guard duty is from 10 a.m. to 12 p.m., right?"

Zhao Jun was a bit confused, wondering what Chen Nian meant by asking these random questions.

"yes!"

After confirming all the information, Chen Nian became even more certain of his inner guess.

Did you leave him lunch?

Zhao Jun felt a chill run down his spine upon hearing this.

But he still answered truthfully:

"I had the new recruits keep it for him!"

Chen Nian sighed. So that's how it is.

Has Liu Wu ever had hypoglycemia?

Zhao Jun shook his head.

"Instructor Chen!"

Even if Zhao Jun was stupid, he realized at this moment why Chen Nian asked that question.

"Liu Wu is having a hypoglycemic episode! The medical team said it's very likely he didn't eat lunch!"

Zhao Jun was struck dumb, his face turning as white as paper.

In the military, not leaving food for sentries may seem like a trivial matter, but the reality is quite different.

If you don't leave food for the sentries, and then I promote you, you won't say a word!

Why?

What's the point of a sentry post? It's there to keep the whole company on guard. You've been on guard for two hours, and you haven't even left anyone a meal. What are you trying to do?

Are my comrades not comrades?

Why make comrades sweat, bleed, and shed tears?

"Instructor Chen, I'll go ask right now!"

Zhao Jun immediately went to a new recruit:

"I told you to leave some food for Xiao Wuzi, did you?"

"Huh? You want me to stay for dinner?"

"Class monitor, I... I forgot!"

"You son of a bitch!"

Zhao Jun wanted to get angry, but he didn't know where to start.

They're all new recruits. If you're going to argue with them, aren't you just making things difficult for yourself?

Zhao Jun raised his hand, slammed it hard on his head, and shouted:

"Fuck, I'm so damn pissed off!"

"Ugh!"

Zhao Jun sighed deeply, then quickly returned to Chen Nian's side:

"Instructor Chen, yes, it was my oversight. I apologize!"

Before he could finish speaking, Chen Nian saw a size 44 military boot come flying towards Zhao Jun's groin.

"Zhao Jun, how many years the hell have you been in the army?!"

"You even neglected to leave food for the sentry?"

"Are you even capable of doing this job?! If you're not, pack your bags and get out of here next year!"

As soon as Zhang Zheng heard that something had happened on the training field, he rushed over. As soon as he arrived, he heard Zhao Jun's words and then kicked him.

"Company commander, I... I'll let the new recruits..."

"Bang!"

Zhao Jun had just been kicked and staggered by Zhang Zheng. He had barely regained his balance and was about to explain when Zhang Zheng kicked him again.

Having just regained his footing, and with Zhang Zheng's kick coming with no force, Zhao Jun was knocked to the ground.

"You still have the nerve to explain yourself to me?"

"You're the class monitor!"

"What's a class monitor?!"

"Is this how your class monitor taught you when he was in charge?"

"Damn it, they're still new recruits, what do they know!"

Upon seeing Zhang Zheng's dark face, Zhao Jun immediately scrambled to his feet.

"Yes, platoon leader, I apologize!"

Zhang Zheng pointed with his hand:

"Tomorrow morning, before breakfast, you will give a self-criticism in front of the entire company!"

The new recruits who were arranged by Zhao Jun to stay for a meal had already noticed the situation here, and they also heard Zhang Zheng's words.

"Company commander, my squad leader arranged for me to stay for dinner. It was my oversight; I apologize!"

Zhang Zheng merely glanced at him, said nothing, and walked away.

"Company Commander!"

Before the recruit could say anything more, Zhao Jun immediately reached out to stop him:

"The problem is with me. You guys keep training, I need a break. That kick almost made my bladder pop out!"

Chen Nian sighed and stepped forward:

"You should rest for a bit. I'll arrange your class's training first!"

Zhao Jun glanced at Chen Nian gratefully, then said with great remorse:

"Instructor Chen, I'm sorry, it was me..."

Chen Nian patted him on the shoulder without saying anything.

"Youngest brother, go back and tell those brats that Xiao Wu fainted because he didn't eat lunch, it has nothing to do with Instructor Chen's training plan. Stop spouting nonsense!"

As he spoke, Zhao Jun winked at the youngest son.

"Instructor Chen, I'm sorry."

We shouldn't have misunderstood you!

Chen Nian simply smiled:

"You've never wronged me; the person you've wronged is your comrade-in-arms!"

He entrusted his back to you, but your negligence led to his death!