Chapter 125: Love a Brother or Love a Woman!

Ma Qing'an picked up the Troop Allocation Plan that Gao Feng had listed on the table and gave it a quick look.

He then let out a cold laugh, crumpled it into a ball and tossed it on the ground, even stamping on it twice.

The others watching felt thrilled, exclaiming how satisfying it was!

Gao Feng's face, like the paper ball trampled on the floor, looked terrible.

Though his anger burned inside, he dared not show it and could only politely try to get close.

"Old Ma, why are you showing up just now? Anything going on inside the company? Been busy lately?"

"None of your damn business!"

Ma Qing'an gave him no respect: "The New Recruit Company has about a hundred soldiers; divide them however you like, it's none of my concern."

Gao Feng nodded like a chick pecking grain: "Yes, yes, yes, it's not your business."

Ma Qing'an glared, and Gao Feng immediately changed his tone, even slapping his own mouth twice.

This humble, flattering demeanor was almost the opposite of his earlier overbearing arrogance.

"But there's one soldier I definitely want to take; the rest you can divide however you wish."

"No way!"

No need to ask; Gao Feng instantly knew who the other wanted.

That was his prized flesh!

How could he possibly cut his beloved away?

Moreover, he had already sent Lu Yang to the sniper training squad in advance; after a brief familiarization, Lu Yang could take the squad's sniper position.

In any unit, good snipers are scarce resources, a rare troop type that requires innate talent.

On the battlefield, without employing heavy firepower, only snipers can hit enemies at extreme distances, eliminate enemy fire points, and take out enemy machine gunners and artillerymen.

Even though Seventh Company already has Guo Yongwen, another would truly be like adding wings to a tiger!

Who would dislike having more money, who would mind insufficient strength, who doesn't want more honor?

Ma Qing'an stepped in front of him, poking Gao Feng's shoulder with his finger: "I'm notifying you, not negotiating; Lu Yang must go to our Sixth Company!"

Gao Feng also snapped: "On what grounds?"

Ma Qing'an laughed in anger: "On what grounds? Just because I consider you a brother, you damn dog who ran off with my own sister!"

"Fine, I can give up that soldier, but your affair with my sister is over for life!"

"I'm telling you, I hold the household register; decide for yourself how to choose!"

Gao Feng's face turned as angry as pig liver!

They say you can't have both the fish and the bear's paw; he's now facing the same dilemma!

On one side is Lu Yang, who could become Seventh Company's pillar; on the other is his lifelong marriage and happiness!

How the hell does he choose?

Love a brother or a woman?

The surrounding others stopped making a fuss at this moment.

They were all like onlookers enjoying a drama, feeling extremely pleased inside.

It still comes down to one thing suppressing another; among all the company commanders, only Sixth Company Commander Ma Qing'an could firmly suppress Gao Feng.

This is a suppression based on bloodline and kinship, quite different from the Regiment Commander or Political Commissar who use authority to oppress.

After half an hour, Gao Feng finally, like a bout of constipation, managed to utter: "I can forgo fighting you, but the exact allocation depends on how the Regiment Commander arranges it! If he insists on assigning it to our Seventh Company, then you must not stand in the way of my sister's matter!"

Ma Qing'an, not unreasonable, replied: "Fine! But during this period, you must not pull any tricks, not seek connections, and certainly not whisper to the Regiment Commander!"

"It's settled then!"

"As for the others, stop the bickering; everyone discuss and try to distribute as evenly as possible."

"Whether good or poor, no cherry‑picking. Once the list is set, I'll go see the Regiment Commander for a signature first thing tomorrow morning."

"Agreed!"

With the Sixth Company Commander stepping forward to take charge.

According to rules and regulations, the subsequent matters become much easier to handle.

Everyone gathered, analyzing and discussing each recruit's strengths and weaknesses, and the positions suitable for them.

Assigning troops to lower units has never been a snap decision made in a heat of the moment; nor is it recklessly based solely on final assessment scores.

Sometimes, one must also consider which positions and which kinds of units the recruits are suited for.

For example, those who chatter excessively can be sent to a company's communications post as a dispatcher.

Those who speak little, are steady and diligent, fit into engineer, demolition, or Logistics positions.

Those who cause many petty issues and love filing minor reports can simply be thrown to the Military Police.

Those with driver's licenses can be preferentially assigned to the Motor Vehicle Company or the auto‑repair squad.

As for those who can cook, the Cook Squad is certainly where they go.

And those who can draft documents, make spreadsheets, print, and are hardworking are perfect for the clerical staff.

The next day, dawn was just breaking.

Regiment Commander Wang Zhongxi, after freshening up under the clerk's care, just arrived at the office.

The door was knocked.

"Enter."

"Report."

Gao Feng, sporting two huge eye bags, walked in and saluted.

Wang Zhongxi blew on the freshly brewed green tea, chuckling: "When did our Special Third Regiment suddenly get a giant panda?"

Gao Feng, slightly embarrassed, still rattled from last night's chaos and only fell asleep late, said: "Regiment Commander, here's the list of lower‑unit troop allocations; could you take a look?"

Wang Zhongxi took it and placed it to one side, waving his hand: "Got it, I'll look later. You can go first."

Gao Feng stood where he was, not leaving: "Regiment Commander, why don't you take a look when you have time? After signing, I also need to take it ahead to arrange the vehicles, make preparations."

Wang Zhongxi was somewhat impatient: "It's just assigning troops to the lower company; what's there to prepare? I still have things to do; after I sign, I'll have someone bring it over."

By the way, the commissioning ends in the morning; arrange a meal at noon. Boiled egg dumplings, noodle soup—this is an old tradition.

Make plenty of various fillings; I especially like pork and scallion, leek and egg—they'll definitely be popular.

Yes.......

Gao Feng didn't care much about these trivial matters.

As for the small meal after the commissioning ceremony, that has always been an old tradition.

The new soldiers' first meal upon arriving at the unit is noodles, symbolizing smooth sailing.

Although the previous arrangement was fried noodles, that also counts as having eaten noodles; just the symbolism matters.

After finishing basic training and leaving, it's natural to eat stewed dumplings, symbolizing the replacement of old with new.

And the shape of dumplings resembles ingots and small boats, indicating that the new soldiers' military life is about to set sail officially.

Gao Feng returned resentfully; not long after, Deputy Political Commissar Tan Yuanzhou ran to the regimental commander's office to look for tea, casually mentioning it.

"When I first arrived, I bumped into that kid Gao Feng leaving with a sour look—looks like he didn't get a satisfactory result, huh?"

"Hehe, how could I not know what scheme this kid is cooking up."

Wang Zhongxi flipped out that roster from the side; it had already been pre-marked, indicating which company each soldier should be assigned to.

Of course, this is only the preliminary plan by the new recruit company commander; the final result still needs the regimental commander's signature for confirmation.

Tan Yuanzhou leaned in to take a look, smiled: "Sure enough, they've marked Lu Yang for the Seventh Company."

Wang Zhongxi looked from beginning to end; overall it was fairly satisfactory, but some details still seemed off.

Tan Yuanzhou proactively suggested: "Actually, keeping Lu Yang at the regimental headquarters to develop would also be good. Old Wen was transferred away, right? After I become official, I'll lack an assistant, and Lu Yang is quite clever."

Wang Zhongxi shook his head: "I can arrange someone else for you, but not him."

"Or perhaps you keep him by your side as a clerk, a signalman?"

"Hehe, I actually do have that idea, just......"

Wang Zhongxi smiled, without explanation.

But then he picked up a pen and made corrections on the roster.

He crossed out Lu Yang's Seventh Company and replaced it with another unit.

He also crossed out the assigned units of several other new recruits, changing them to something else.

After doing all that, Wang Zhongxi happily handed the allocation list to Tan Yuanzhou.

"This way of assigning is fair and just; let's go by individual."

"Assigning it this way is indeed interesting."

Tan Yuanzhou glanced at it, also showing a "you really are something" expression.......