Chapter 195 - 146: Fang JiuCha?

The floor-to-ceiling height on the fourth floor is about 3.5 meters, possibly a bit higher.

The first room that meets the eye is the gym, with 4 treadmills, a multifunctional strength training set, a large mirror, and a huge assortment of gym equipment scattered on the floor.

The equipment is quite durable; there’s not much to say about that. Without a gym, the troops would have trouble training when it rains.

The second room is the honor room.

In front of this room, Hao Chengbin hesitated for a moment before pushing the door open.

The light was switched on.

Fang Huai also knew that political education was about to come.

But unexpectedly, Hao Chengbin simply remarked, "Take a look, it’s all part of the squadron’s history."

Fang Huai nodded, looking at one photograph after another.

There were pictures of martial arts competitions, disaster rescues, and also two personal military portraits, with birth dates... and death dates written below them.

Martyrs’ photographs.

One was a second stage officer, the other a first-class soldier.

Below were the disaster events during which they sacrificed their lives and the rescue process they were involved in.

Fang Huai felt slightly saddened, but he was also accustomed to it.

Such photos, in the county squadron he had been part of in his previous life, totaled six.

What was notable was that the lighting in this honor room was very well done. There were a number of warm spotlights near the display cabinets that held the honors certificates and some of the photos.

The moment you entered the room, it felt like each photo, certificate, and award was telling its own story.

After a while, Hao Chengbin, with his hands behind his back, pointed at the honor cabinet and said,

"I’ve been to this room twice. The Second Squadron hasn’t been established for long and it feels too empty here. You need to earn more honors for the squadron to fill this place up."

Fang Huai replied with an easy smile, "Of course! Squad Leader, you only just arrived too, let’s work hard together!"

Hao Chengbin rolled his eyes, "You think there’s nothing of mine in here? My cousin’s photo is hung on that wall!"

"Oh?" Fang Huai turned his head to look, only then noticing that the second stage martyr was named Hao Yi.

Upon closer inspection, he actually bore a resemblance to Squad Leader Hao.

"Died in ’04, a big truck overturned on a mountain road.

The rescue vehicle was parked on the side of the mountain road. The soil was already loose, and they f***ing extended the crane arm to rescue the vehicles below. As a result, the road collapsed and they rolled down the mountain with it, getting killed by their own emergency rescue vehicle.

Later when I went home, my granddad... that is, my grandfather, asked me how he died. I didn’t want to tell granddad that it was a horrible death, so I said he died stupidly.

And then my granddad got so angry that he hit me twice with his walking stick.

Isn’t that just a stupid death?

Every time someone becomes a martyr in the whole corps, apart from mourning, we must thoroughly analyze it. Do all these alarms really require someone to die in order to complete the task?

Some do, but most actually don’t.

Don’t you learn from them in the future. Take a good look at those cases. When there are so many precedents along the same road, if you go down it again, that would truly be stupid."

As he spoke, Hao Chengbin’s expression grew more serious.

Fang Huai couldn’t help but raise his eyebrows and smack his lips.

This... sounds somewhat familiar to what my uncle used to say.

"Got it, Squad Leader."

...

For the remaining rooms on the fourth floor, there is a party and government meeting room, which probably hasn’t been used. Fang Huai asked Hao Chengbin about the squadron’s Party branch members, but even as one of the members, he wasn’t clear about it himself.

Just knowing who the secretary and the head officer at the battalion level are is enough, the rest isn’t important.

A multi-function classroom, where Squad Leader Hao said that before June, due to new recruit training and spring training, there will be no scheduled politics classes, but once June comes, they will have to start catching up on a lot of Political Education Notes.

Damn.

Fang Huai could already imagine how miserable this bunch of illiterates will be by then.

The far end of the fourth-floor corridor leads to a huge assembly hall.

However, inside there are only musical instruments.

Aside from violins, cellos and pianos, almost every instrument is available here, even an accordion.

But at a glance, these instruments seem like discards from some music studio.

There are also some colorful flags, flag poles, and other miscellaneous items for activities.

"In the second half of the year, as part of the Olympics celebration, the brigade estimate that they’ll hold an evening party. You should prepare a piece of music by then to go on stage and perform, the squadron cadres have all agreed."

Fang Huai as if struck by lightning, "With makeup?"

"Definitely!"

"... Squad Leader, can I skip it?"

Hao Chengbin glared at him, "What are you thinking? This is also about winning glory for the squadron! You must go! There’s no discussion!"

Fang Huai’s mouth twitched, "Then, Squad Leader, can I think of an act to bring you along?"

Hao Chengbin paused.

After a while, he said half in fear and half threateningly, "Damn! What are you planning? Huh?!

No way, absolutely not allowed!"

Fang Huai revealed a slight smile.

...

Whew...

Both of them stood on the rooftop.

The rooftop was quite sizable.

And, the surrounding parapet was not very high, so standing here, the line of sight was unobstructed. One would normally think the training tower below was quite well concealed, but it was now clearly visible, Fang Huai’s vision was just average, but he could see Han Yong in the front passenger seat of the pickup truck turning over in his sleep.

Fang Huai: ...

Hao Chengbin laughed, sweeping his finger around below: "See that? The entire squadron, front yard, back yard, if you change the angle, you can see clearly wherever you guys hide."

At that moment, it was time for the whistle to blow.

"Joo~ Joo."

Han Yong in the car abruptly woke up, then looked around, patting Song Lin and Xiao Haishan awake.

All three got up, cracked the window slightly, and listened carefully to the whistle’s message.

"Wake up! Gather downstairs in ten minutes for training!"

The three in the car held their heads in agony, their opened mouths moving wordlessly, probably complaining about training on a Friday afternoon.

Fang Huai felt a tinge of embarrassment.

Dammit, usually he was one of them.

They were being watched so openly?

Hao Chengbin saw Fang Huai’s face turn from pale to red and chuckled while patting him on the shoulder, saying:

"Every new recruit goes through this. Fortunately, you’ve all been doing well, and no one wants to mess with you. Otherwise, if someone caught those lazy but seemingly diligent tricks of yours, you’d be nailed every time. Let’s go, head downstairs."

Fang Huai was somewhat speechless.

But he didn’t want to be speechless alone.

Watching the three new recruits getting out of the car, Fang Huai shouted:

"Han Yong, make sure the car door is closed!"

Upon hearing this shout, the three new recruits below immediately started looking around.

Then they saw the two people standing on the roof, who had an unobstructed view of their location.

Screwed.

...

minutes later, in front of the training tower.

Han Yong, with his chubby face pinched into a frown, whispered to Fang Huai:

"You can get onto the roof? From the rooftop... you can see everything?"

Fang Huai nodded.

Han Yong almost cried, "They all know we sneakily sleep in the pick-up truck, so... does this mean we can only go to the training tower from now on..."

They had followed Fang Huai’s "instructions" to get up early every morning to clean, busy themselves tidying up the kitchen at noon, and then take a delightful nap on the pick-up truck.

They could even occasionally defy the daily life system and sneak in a quick nap when there was nothing else to do.

The pick-up truck was quiet and warm, with seats to boot; it was the epitome of bliss.

Fang Huai looked at the simple longing in General Han’s eyes and couldn’t help but sigh silently.

The troops had worn down this second-generation heir. If your dad knew about this, wouldn’t he donate a luxury RV to the squadron?

Damn, those beasts upstairs are sleeping in private rooms!

The new recruits had gloomy faces, and everyone else wasn’t faring much better.

All of them silently looked at the large and small tires surrounding them.

"Crooked day... it’s tire training again!"

Ye Jiahong smiled with his hands behind his back, "What are you thinking! It’s Friday, and if we don’t spice things up for you, will you be able to enjoy your weekend with peace of mind?"

Everyone listened and started looking around.

Then, with surprised faces, they asked, "Captain, you mean... we can rest on the weekend?"

Ye Jiahong finally smiled, "The people for the concentration training will arrive tomorrow, and we need to make our training ground available to them first!

For the next two weeks, the squadron will try not to conflict with their training; otherwise, we’ll go elsewhere.

So, for these two weeks, there will be no overtime on the weekends!"

"Damn? Damn! Buddha’s Miracle!"

The brave warriors of the Special Duty Team began to celebrate wildly.

Who said if you can train, you want to? Who the hell wants to train every day!

"Hm! But!" Ye Jiahong spoke up again:

"During this time, we need to select three people to provide logistics for the training team!

Two positions! First, safety officers, two people!

They will assist with safety and supervise safety training!"

Ye Jiahong said this while extending a hand from behind his back, clutching two green sleeveless vests with "Safety Officer" written in the middle.

Hao Chengbin immediately spoke up, "Let Fang Huai do it! He can also check out the training team and learn alongside!"

Ye Jiahong shook his head:

"I know how to arrange it, don’t worry!

The other position, as per the brigade’s latest requirement! There must be an inspector to review the training team’s attendance and lifestyle to ensure that this round of trainees abides by the regulations and the daily life system of the troops, enforcing strict self-discipline!"

With that, he extended his other hand, clutching a white helmet and a white armed belt.

"Fang Huai, I heard you’re very familiar with the regulations, and you’ve even won awards!

You’ve also boasted to Squad Leader Xiong that not knowing the regulations is no way to be a soldier!

This honorable and arduous task is now yours!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a round of exclamations burst forth.

Inspector, that’s awesome!

The people coming this time are the elite from the whole corps, some of them are even soldiers from the same year. To be in charge of them, isn’t that cool?

This isn’t about doing logistics for them.

It’s about being their boss!

Now, everyone was itching to volunteer.

"Captain, let a new recruit be the inspector? Isn’t that inappropriate?"

"I can go too!"

At this point, Ye Jiahong, like Doraemon, pulled out a red "Internal Affairs Regulations" booklet from his pocket, chuckled, and said:

"You want to go? Come on then, I’ll ask, and if you can answer three regulations, you can replace Fang Huai.

An inspector must be familiar with the regulations!

I won’t play favorites, Fang Huai, you first!"

Saying this, he directly gave a hard one:

"Squad Leader Hao said you’re really good at reciting the regulations! I won’t hold back then! Recite the first three regulations of ’Internal Affairs,’ specifically under ’etiquette’!"

Fang Huai hadn’t initially wished to compete, but since the question was already posed, who else but me, right?

With a slight smile, he said:

"Yes, Captain!

Chapter Five, Etiquette!

Section One, Etiquette Within the Military!

Article Forty-Nine: Military personnel must observe etiquette, which reflects the civilized quality of the military personnel and promotes unity and friendship within the army...

Article Fifty: Military personnel salute includes hand salutes, eye salutes, and rifle salutes. When in uniform, hand salutes are usually conducted...

Article Fifty-One: Military personnel typically address each other by their position or by their surname plus position or position plus comrade...

Report, I have finished reciting!"

All were silent.

Ye Jiahong smiled broadly.

Damn it, he actually did it!

It was a random check, and he thought Fang Huai was just a new recruit who memorized it for show. He didn’t expect every word to be perfect!

Next time there’s a regulations competition, who could Second Squadron fear?

"Did you hear that? I randomly chose today! That’s true ability! Who wants to challenge that?"

Everyone was silent.

Ye Jiahong looked around, scoffed at these old soldiers, and then slowly raised his hand:

"Come, Inspector Fang, take the helmet! Make sure you give that training team a good shake! If anyone doesn’t comply, deal with them!"

Little Black and Huang Yong gave an awkward cough.

Captain, we’re also part of the training team!