Shipborne Special Forces.

Just as Wang Aiguo was seeing the martial monks off, Jia Qu ran up to the quartermaster carrying a large mat and said, "Quartermaster, what happened? We agreed to leave this training mat here, so why is there such a big hole in it when I come back?"

The quartermaster glanced at the green mat in Jia Qu's hand, frowned, and said, "I told you back then that the mess hall shouldn't have mats like this. I have so many rats here, but you insisted on putting it here, and look what you've done."

"Never mind that. This one mat is specifically for testing prone shooting. Now look at it, it has such a big hole in it, and even the cotton inside has been chewed up. What are we going to do now?" Jia Qu said speechlessly.

The quartermaster looked conflicted. He wanted to pass the buck, but the problem was that the thing had been chewed through while it was still there, so he couldn't just push it away.

After considering for a moment, the quartermaster finally said, "How about I sew it for you?"

"It's easy to sew, but the problem is that the sponge inside has been chewed up, leaving a large hollow space. What should we do?" Jia asked again.

At this moment, the cook chief raised his hand and said loudly, "We slaughtered a lot of chickens a few days ago, and the cookhouse still has a huge pile of chicken feathers. They've mostly dried in the sun these past couple of days, why don't we stuff them in?"

Upon hearing the cook's words, Jia Qu was stunned, as was the quartermaster. The suggestion sounded appropriate, but something just felt off.

Seeing that Jia Qu and the quartermaster did not respond, the cook asked again, "Do you have any better ideas?"

"Alright, let's leave it at that." The two of them discussed it and chuckled. There really wasn't anything more suitable, so they decided to leave it at that.

.......

The martial monk finally left. Watching him drive away, Wang Aiguo felt a pang of emotion. Well, not sadness, but a sense of感慨 (gǎnkǎi, a complex feeling of mixed emotions, often including regret or reflection), because he could already see that a month later, he would be riding off in a green pickup truck. They were on completely different levels...

Back in the dormitory, everyone was curious and crowded around Wang Aiguo when they saw him return.

You Jiang looked at Wang Aiguo and said, "Three hundred, why did the martial monk suddenly leave?"

"He was specially recruited, I guess," Wang Aiguo said casually.

As soon as he finished speaking, the dormitory fell silent. The next moment, You Jiang excitedly asked, "Did he go to some really powerful military unit?"

"Probably." Wang Aiguo thought of the SUV and immediately felt that Right Driving was probably the right thing to do.

"Wow, what kind of unit is that?" Xiao Tian asked excitedly.

Wang Aiguo touched his nose, hesitated for a moment, and said, "I can't say."

"......"

"Is it that mysterious?"

"Okay." Wang Aiguo nodded.

It's really a mystery, because even Wang Aiguo himself didn't know where the martial monk went.

However, what Wang Aiguo didn't know was that the first thing the martial monk did after getting into the off-road vehicle was to ask the driver, "Squad leader, may I ask which unit I'm going to?"

"You'll see when we get there." With that, the driver took the monk to the airport.

And so, everyone was completely bewildered, even the person involved himself, as they saw the monk off. Frankly, this didn't seem like reporting to the military; it looked more like he'd been abducted.

.......

After the monk left, everyone sat in the dormitory looking at his former bed with a sense of melancholy. This bed was occupied this morning; now only a bed frame remains.

Xiao Tian jumped down from the top bunk. With the monk gone, he was the only beneficiary; he could move the bed downstairs as soon as the monk left.

Jumping off the bed, Xiao Tian saw the towel the monk had left on the bed board and suddenly asked, "The monk left a towel, does anyone want it?"

"Who would use what he used? Keep it as a rag," Huang Gang said casually.

Xiao Tian nodded and walked over. Just as Xiao Tian was about to pick up the monk's towel, he suddenly felt a pain in his eye.

"What's wrong? My eyes hurt so much."

Everyone: "..."

"What the hell? Why do my eyes suddenly hurt?" Huang Gang asked in confusion.

Just then, Li Zimu walked in from outside. When he saw Xiaotian's appearance and then looked at the towel on the monk's bed, he was immediately shocked.

"Quickly, quickly get some water to wash his eyes; he's been burned by the monk's towel."

"Wait a minute, how do you make someone burn with a towel?" Wang Aiguo felt his head was a bit messed up, so he quickly asked.

Upon hearing Wang Aiguo's words, Li Zimu's expression instantly changed, revealing a pained look.

"When the monks first arrived, I slept head-to-head with one of them. But the next day I slept foot-to-foot with him. Don't you guys wonder why?"

"...Why?" Wang Aiguo asked curiously.

Li Zimu took a deep breath and slowly said, "Because this monk's head sweats extremely easily, and to prevent the pillow from getting smelly, he put a towel under the pillow."

"Isn't this... normal?" Huang Gang scratched his temple, somewhat puzzled.

Li Zimu looked at the monk's towel with a complicated expression and said, "But the problem is... this monk never washes this towel. The first night he moved in, I was woken up at midnight by the smell of his towel. At the time, I didn't know where the stench was coming from. I searched for a long time and finally found it was the towel under his head. Just as I got closer to check, something terrifying happened..."

Li Zimu looked terrified, which made Wang Aiguo and the others nervous.

You Jiang swallowed hard and asked curiously, "What happened?"

"I was knocked unconscious by the fumes... and when I woke up the next day, my eyes felt burning." After saying this, Li Zimu looked at Xiao Tian, ​​who was wiping his face, with a sympathetic expression.

Everyone was dumbfounded. This was a towel? Wasn't this a biological weapon? Wait, could anyone really make a towel smell that bad?

Driven by curiosity and a reckless spirit, the crowd was itching to act. In the end, it was Youjiang who, disregarding his own safety, charged forward and grabbed the monk's towel.

"I just don't believe this thing can be like that... Ah, my eyes, my eyes!"

"hehe……."

After a long while, Youjiang and Xiaotiancai finally came to their senses. The two stared at the towel on the monk's bed with red eyes and angry expressions.

"This monk left us a bomb before he left, and this tattered towel stings our eyes more than Tiger Balm. How the hell did he manage that?"

"I don't know how I did it, but I think this must be the smelliest towel in the whole brigade," Wang Aiguo said seriously.

Unexpectedly, Li Zimu stood up again, shaking his head with a pained expression, and said, "No, you guessed wrong, this isn't the smelliest one."

"What other piece stinks worse than this?"

"The towel he used to wipe his feet..." Li Zimu pointed to the completely blackened towel in the trash can in the corner, his face serious.

At that moment, Wang Aiguo suddenly felt a pang of sympathy for the troops that had taken in the martial monks.