Chapter 124: Too troublesome? Then just skip it?

"Last year you said you'd give us two more targets, damn it, and this year we got nothing at all?"

"Gao Feng, you really act like the Regiment's decision‑maker, taking every good thing onto yourself?"

"Treating our assault on Second Company like a soft persimmon, you can squeeze it however you want, huh?"

The Second Company Commander was the first to pound the table and shout hoarsely.

Hot on his heels were the other company commanders, all looking like they were about to explode.

"Gao Feng, we won't bring up other matters! Just talk about that soldier from last year—did our Third Company reluctantly give him to you, only for your Seventh Company to turn him into what kind of bird?"

"I'm telling you, the favor from back then must be repaid now; the Roster is to be selected by our Third Company first, and only after we're done can the other companies take their turn!"

"Damn, on what grounds is it your Third Company? Are the rest of us not even human?"

"Stop arguing, stop arguing; we're here to discuss matters, how can we negotiate like this?"

"Talk about your mother? Get out of the way!"

"Damn, Lao Ba, you're being too much; I've tolerated you for a long time!"

"So what if it's excessive? You keep assaulting Second Company; how many times have you assaulted, how many victories? All you did was pick up the leftovers after our Red Eighth Company, and that's where your credit comes from!"

"Shit, you guys are really… going too far......."

As expected, the scene erupted into a chaotic mess.

And this kind of scene plays out almost every year during troop allocation.

These company commanders, sleeves rolled up, faces flushed, arguing incessantly, look just like the gang leaders of street factions.

Gao Feng found it rather boring and uninteresting, so he lit a cigarette and watched quietly.

When the brawl finally died down, his cigarette was almost burnt out, and he crushed the butt into the ashtray.

"Is this interesting?"

"Interesting, huh? One by one?"

"We have to put on this act every year, like a regular program?"

"Isn't it just about wanting good seedlings, good soldiers? We'll give them to you!"

"Before, relying on the brothers' favors, I took all the cheap ones; this time, at worst I'll bleed my own flesh and let you have a turn at the bargain. We're comrades, why make such a big fuss, get so angry? Come, come, have some tea."

Gao Feng slightly calmed the commanders' tempers, but the Second Company Commander remained full of resentment.

"You say this every year, and each time the soldiers assigned to our company are the leftovers!"

"The Division Training Battalion's new recruits already assigned to our unit total thirteen, all a damn pile of dog‑shit!"

"They can't even march properly, can't figure out weapon disassembly, the blankets are stacked like a damn dog chewed them, what trash does that training base teach!"

The other company commanders also cursed, saying their units had also received new recruits from the Division Training Base.

Not to mention all of them, but many are the leftover misshapen ones, some can't even run three kilometers within the qualifying line.

The training base has so many soldiers that it's like a sieve; the good seedlings are first taken by units within the Regiment, then by those with a reputation even bigger than the Special Third Regiment.

Then the Regiment, the Battalion, and finally they end up in their company—so they're the lowest batch, right?

That's why every company commander walks in fuming, looking like they want to devour someone.

If the Regiment didn't set up its own New Recruit Company, they'd all collapse this year!

Of course, a tiny number of units did get relatively decent new recruits.

But they're not outstanding, just so‑so.

Everyone's starving, except Gao Feng who holds a big cake in his hand, so naturally he's here to snatch the food.

Gao Feng seemed to have anticipated this, waved his hand and said, "Everyone, everyone, I understand your plight. So for this round's Allocation List, He Zhen Tao and I discussed at length and drafted a relatively fair list that should satisfy everyone."

He pulled out a Troop Allocation Plan and tossed it onto the table in front.

The company commanders immediately swarmed like "rabid dogs", heads pressed together, scrutinizing it carefully.

But after only a moment, their moods flared like oil on fire, glaring at Gao Feng with murderous eyes.

"Gao, you're really shameless!"

"All the top performers go straight to your Seventh Company, and we get the rest—how can you call that fair?"

"I wish you... your mother's health, all wishes fulfilled, a happy family!"

"Seventh Company Commander, you're so unscrupulous, breaking the rules—this makes it hard for us!"

Facing the spray of spittle from so many, Gao Feng remained calm, tapping his fingers while crossing his legs.

He pulled another cigarette from the pack, tapped the tip on the table, and put it to his lips.

"If it's too troublesome, then just don't do it?"

"Everyone here, who doesn't know that my Seventh Company is the strongest?"

"As the face of the Special Third Regiment, we naturally pick the best soldiers first; but this time I can leave a few unpicked, and you can take whatever remains."

"Well, the ones I marked with a star—Zhang Jiaheng, Kong Long—are all good; and Ding Tengfei, this kid may be a Troublemaker, but he's a potential asset, getting him is a profit."

The commanders glared angrily; Ding Tengfei is a damn Trouble Spirit, they'd heard early on about the New Recruit Company's leak.

Putting out this junk and calling it a potential asset to fool them?

Do you really think they're three‑year‑old kids?

"Gao Feng, you're really going too far!"

"Hey, don't say nonsense, I'm not bullying you!"

Gao Feng clicked his lighter, lit the cigarette at his mouth, and sneered, "If you have the strength to go toe‑to‑toe with my Seventh Company, and can beat us in contests, duels, or confrontations, then you can pick any good soldier later; I'll just take whatever you leave behind."

"If your skill falls short, try not to seek attention; the most important thing when you're out there is to have strength."

"I have it—do you?"

The scene instantly ignited, and a group even lost control, trying to rush up and beat Gao Feng.

On the training ground, they truly weren't as good as Gao Feng; the Seventh Company's "hard‑bone" title isn't for nothing.

But relying on martial power value to be overbearing and doing as one pleases— isn't that fucking hegemony?

Just as the scene reached a stalemate and the smell of gunpowder grew stronger, someone kicked the outside door open.

A tall, thin man with a bit of stubble, hands in his pockets, walked step by step into the meeting room.

The room fell silent for a couple of seconds; upon seeing the newcomer, everyone seemed to have spotted a savior, hurriedly gathering around and began to pour out their grievances.

"Sixth Company Commander, you finally showed up!"

"This fucking Gao Feng is pulling that old trick again!"

"He's taken all the good seedlings, leaving us to pick up his leftovers— how shameless!"

Sixth Company Commander Ma Qing'an walked to the conference table; upon seeing the arrival, Gao Feng also changed his previous arrogant attitude.

He not only hastily stubbed out his cigarette, but also took out another, squeezed out a smile, and offered it, hoping to cozy up.

It's not for any other reason— just because this guy is not only his old rival, but also Gao Feng's brother-in-law...