Chapter 139: New Recruits Letting Veterans Win? Definitely Cheating!

Wow!

Is this blanket folded as neatly as a damn model?

The edges and corners are still sharp!

A few minutes ago, Liu Ziqiang was forced by his good brothers to face the fire, gritting his teeth as he competed with Lu Yang in professional military skills.

Considering Lu Yang is a new recruit who just came down from the company, they started with the most basic skill that every soldier is proficient in: folding the military blanket.

In theory, Liu Ziqiang should have the advantage in this comparison, because the old soldiers' blankets have been worn longer, the cotton is tighter, making them easier to press into shape and to form corners.

But no one expected that, on the first item—also a professional skill that the assistant squad leader must master—he would meet his Waterloo.

Although Liu Ziqiang's internal affairs skills are not bad, at least reaching the upper-middle level of regular old soldiers; otherwise he wouldn't have been elected as the assistant squad leader of Squad 6.

But compared to Lu Yang's folded military blanket, his was clearly a step behind.

If one had to give Lu Yang's blanket a rating, it would be:

Square and square, with edges and corners; a fly landing on it would do the splits, a mosquito standing on it would slip.

Chen Panpan, also a new recruit, looked at Lu Yang's blanket and was visibly surprised.

Because he personally felt that Lu Yang's blanket was folded more neatly than when the new recruit squad leader who taught him had done it.

Back then, the squad leader had said: "Good internal affairs reflect a soldier's bearing; a soldier who passes internal affairs will not be lacking in other abilities!"

This made Chen Panpan look at Lu Yang in a new light, feeling that he was not just a troublemaker in the traditional sense, but actually had some skills!

Squad Leader Cheng Jun raised his eyebrows, his gaze falling on Liu Ziqiang's face: "Assistant squad leader, in charge of internal affairs; folding military blankets is the most basic of basics—after all these years in the army, you can't even fold a blanket better than a new recruit, do you have the face for that?"

Liu Ziqiang hemmed and hawed; he obviously hadn't expected to lose to a new recruit in the simplest item.

"Squad Leader, what's wrong?"

Sun Chen stood aside and actively helped his good brother out of the predicament.

He looked at Lu Yang and still unconvinced said: "Folding a blanket well only shows his internal affairs are decent; an assistant squad leader needs to be well-rounded and also serve as a role model for the whole squad except the squad leader—how about your physical fitness?"

Lu Yang calmly accepted: "How about another round?"

Liu Ziqiang saw Lu Yang's inquiring gaze directed at him, and his heart tightened.

Here we go again, here we go again, trying to drag me into a pit!

Before he could refuse, Cheng Jun intercepted midway, not giving him any chance to back down!

"Fine, let's compare physical fitness—quick knife cuts tangled hemp, let's do push-ups!"

"Okay, no problem."

Lu Yang said nothing, took two steps back, and dropped to the ground.

Seeing this, the other old soldiers also joined in the clamor, urging Liu Ziqiang to compete with him.

This time it's not just a competition for assistant squad leader; it's a showdown between the old soldiers and the new recruit.

Liu Ziqiang's overall abilities are still pretty good in Squad 6; if he loses again, what good days will these old soldiers have ahead?

They couldn't let this new recruit Lu Yang sit on their heads to shit and piss, watching him act high and mighty?

Thus, Liu Ziqiang became the hope of Squad 6, and he had no choice but to grit his teeth and drop to the ground as well.

While waiting for the squad leader to pull out the stopwatch to time them, he thought about Lu Yang's physique—no matter how you looked at it, he didn't seem like someone with great physical ability.

Moreover, those who excel in internal affairs are likely to have weak physical ability.

This is the famous law: when God opens a door, He surely closes a window.

"Push-ups are my strong suit; you're definitely going to lose!"

"Really?"

Facing Liu Ziqiang's head-raised, provocative gaze, Lu Yang gave a crooked smile.

At the squad leader's shout to start, the two immediately became like air pumps, frantically moving up and down.

The old soldiers counted for Liu Ziqiang; as a new recruit, Chen Panpan certainly had to stand with Lu Yang, and she also quietly counted for him.

Clearly, for the first twenty seconds both sides were about the same pace, but after twenty seconds Lu Yang's speed became noticeably much faster than Liu Ziqiang's.

"Holy shit, this kid is fast!"

"Wow, I didn't notice—already over ten, fifteen, twenty!"

"A bit fierce, a bit fierce, this new recruit has something, definitely has something!"

Actually, it's already unnecessary to count.

When Liu Ziqiang lifted his head and saw the frequency of Lu Yang's up-and-down flipping motion, he already knew he would lose.

Especially when he heard others discussing that they had already surpassed twenty, then thirty, he even felt a bit reluctant to continue.

"Time's up!"

As Cheng Jun pressed pause, Lu Yang had done 145, while Liu Ziqiang had only 111.

Liu Ziqiang's arms went limp, and he flopped to the ground like a free-falling object.

His face pressed against the cold floor tiles, he felt stifled and miserable.

He inexplicably felt like he had fallen wherever he lay down.

"Holy crap, Two-Finger Zen?"

Suddenly, an exclamation rang out again.

Liu Ziqiang hurriedly turned his head and immediately widened his eyes.

Only to see Lu Yang supporting himself on one hand with legs spread, using two fingers to press against the floor, and with just that one hand he did another ten.

Although it looks like showing off, this move is something most people really can't do, so it's like adding a flourish to this victory.

And the reason Lu Yang did this is simple: he wanted to show off.

Military life is nothing but training over and over, dull and tedious.

How to make a plain life colorful and varied is a field of study.

Showing off wherever and whenever is a relatively enjoyable experience.

Otherwise, those dog authors of urban fiction wouldn't be risking their lives to write so many pretentious face‑slapping, pig‑eating‑tiger scenes.

Although the plot is old, it's undeniably satisfying; readers truly love it—especially when experienced from a first‑person perspective, which makes the feeling even more wonderful.

Imagine this: you clearly have billions in wealth, countless villas, luxury homes, and beautiful women; yet you run food deliveries every day, work as a chauffeur, and go to factories to tighten screws.

At this point you are no longer just a heaven‑chosen ox‑horse worker; you carry the sensation of traveling the world, experiencing the suffering of all beings, and the déjà vu of a great hermit hidden in the city.

"Comrade Veteran Liu, shall we continue?"

After Lu Yang stood up, he took the initiative to ask.

He didn't notice at all that the gaze of Chen Panpan behind him had shifted slightly, now carrying some admiration.

He never imagined that a new recruit could beat a veteran so badly as to leave him utterly battered!

That's a veteran, and an assistant squad leader at that—this is just too awesome!

Liu Ziqiang's face flushed red, but he didn't know whether it was from congestion or from embarrassment.

At this moment he had already wanted to quit, but it was no longer Sun Chen stirring the pot; the other veterans in the squad wouldn't allow him to keep losing, and they all started shouting.

"Keep going, keep comparing, can't stop!"

"Compare what?"

"Basic firearms disassembly, sit‑ups, pull‑ups, standing at attention, hand‑to‑hand grappling......"

The veterans were filled with righteous indignation, chattering away like they were announcing dish names.

It seemed as if the one who had been humiliated earlier was not Liu Ziqiang but all of them.

But although they shouted loudly, none of them dared to step up themselves; they just kept pushing Liu Ziqiang forward.

Cheng Jun saw it in his eyes and secretly rejoiced—this was exactly the effect he wanted.

Moreover, before letting Lu Yang serve as assistant squad leader of the sixth squad, he had already anticipated that this scene would happen.

After all, passing over all those veterans to choose Lu Yang, a new recruit, was bound to cause a stir.

However, it's no big problem—Lu Yang has a solid foundation and can hold his own.

"One by one, one by one, what's with this chaotic mess? Lu Yang, you pick one."

"Then, let's do a full firearms disassembly."

Lu Yang said modestly: "I don't know much about firearms, but I want to challenge my weak point."

Hearing this, Liu Ziqiang's eyes lit up, and he instantly felt capable again.

Yeah, the new recruit company has had such little time with firearms that even if they practiced, they couldn't become very proficient.

But as a veteran, he hardly goes two days without having to maintain and disassemble his weapon.

After so many years, he knows the disassembly steps and gun parts blindfolded.

But right now, the guns are centrally stored in the downstairs armory, so one has to go downstairs to apply for one.

When going downstairs, he happened to run into Sixth Company Commander Ma Qing'an talking with the soldier in charge of guarding the arms.

Seeing the entire sixth squad swarming down, Ma Qing'an was quite surprised; but once he learned the circumstances, he immediately became interested and insisted on acting as referee himself.

He had previously heard Cheng Jun mention that Lu Yang's performance in the sniper training team was very outstanding, so he also wanted to see it for himself.

And firearms disassembly and assembly best reveal a soldier's proficiency with weapons.

During the preparations, Cheng Jun had actually started yawning; he didn't really want to keep watching.

Because nobody knows better than him how fast Lu Yang can disassemble and reassemble a gun.

Even Guo Yongwen, who previously didn't think much of Lu Yang, could find no fault and gradually changed his impression of him.

This Liu Ziqiang doesn't even qualify for the sniper training team—how could he be a match for Lu Yang?

"Are you ready?"

"Mm."

"Start!"

With the Sixth Company Commander's shout of "Start!",

Liu Ziqiang swiftly disassembled his rifle, while glancing at Lu Yang out of the corner of his eye.

He saw Lu Yang's two hands braced on the table edge, dazed and motionless, and secretly gloated inside.

Little brat, he probably forgot even how to disassemble a gun!

This round, I'm sure to win!

But not long after, his face turned as ugly as pig's liver.

Because at the very moment he finished disassembling his gun and laid all the parts flat on the table, Lu Yang actually caught up, completed the disassembly in sync with him, and then went into a dazed state.

Damn!

He's doing this on purpose, letting himself—

Whose new recruit could be so familiar with a full firearms disassembly?

A new recruit actually volunteers to let the veteran win—is there any justice?

Mali Gobi, this kid's got cheats—absolutely cheating!