Chapter 146: Holy crap, Kong Long shouldering a gun!

Riding my beloved little motorcycle, it never gets stuck in traffic~

Riding my beloved little motorcycle, it'll be home soon~

Lu Yang wore a steel helmet, rode his motorcycle, and weaved through the mountain path.

Feeling the temperature rise and and the revival of all things brought by the warm spring and blooming flowers.

In the blink of an eye, more than a month had passed in the lower company, and during this time Lu Yang had fully integrated into the Sixth Company.

Moreover, he successfully trained himself to have a pair of flying legs and an Iron Foot.

As a light infantry unit, daily training besides leg work also included much individual combat knowledge.

Including but not limited to, mine clearance, tactics, the use of mortars and rocket launchers, and military map surveying......

But none of these posed a problem for Lu Yang; in various military skill assessments, he always ranked among the top.

Even the theoretical exams that veteran soldiers dreaded were a piece of cake for him.

Therefore, Lu Yang could go out for a run with the Company Commander once or twice a week as a reward.

But the range was limited to the area where the Special Third Regiment was stationed; he couldn't go too far.

Perhaps because the lower company had been around for a while, or perhaps because they trusted Lu Yang more, Ma Qing'an had let him go out running on his own the last two times, setting a return time for him.

In other words, Lu Yang now truly was a free little bird; as long as he stayed within the regiment's coverage area, he could go wherever he wanted.

Such freedom was basically no different from going out on leave, and it made those veteran soldiers envious and jealous.

Even when these non-commissioned officers went out, they had to file a request and then take turns according to the roster.

But with Lu Yang, it was all green lights, ordinary and commonplace.

"Stop!"

At the upcoming intersection, just as Lu Yang turned, he encountered a white-cap conducting a spot check.

This was the first time since joining the lower company that he had been stopped by the Military Police while riding.

Although he knew the Military Police themselves were also responsible for maintaining traffic and supervising military vehicle regulations,

but the feeling of being suddenly pulled over while riding smoothly was still quite unpleasant.

Most importantly, Lu Yang clearly knew that on this stretch of road he had not been speeding or driving dangerously.

"Hello, comrade, please show your identification."

"Huh? Cup Brother?"

Lu Yang was about to pull out his soldier's ID when he suddenly saw the familiar face beneath the white cap.

Hearing someone shout those three words, Zhang Jiaheng's body jolted, then he quickly recognized Lu Yang and hurriedly covered his mouth tightly.

The military police officer with two crutches beside him gave Zhang Jiaheng a strange look: "Cup Brother? I've never heard you mention that nickname."

Zhang Jiaheng gave an embarrassed laugh: "Squad Leader, this is my comrade from the New Recruit Company; why not just let him go? He's my friend."

The two-crutch military police glanced at Lu Yang and found no violation.

He had just stopped him mainly because they happened to meet, it was a routine check.

"I'll go check ahead first."

"Okay."

The two-crutch military police clearly understood social graces, knowing that acquaintances meeting should catch up.

After the person walked away, Zhang Jiaheng finally relaxed his grip, glared at Lu Yang, and said: "What are you shouting for? My surname is Zhang, my given name is Jiaheng; from now on you're not allowed to call me those three words, got it?"

Lu Yang was also quick-talking, and besides, "Cup Brother" was indeed much easier to remember than his name.

Just like everyone's memory has a guy nicknamed "Monkey".

As for what his real name is, after so long, who still remembers?

"How did you become a Military Police officer?"

"Why couldn't I be a Military Police officer?"

Zhang Jiaheng's counter-question left Lu Yang at a loss.

Who in the unit doesn't know that the Military Police are disliked?

Moreover, during his time in the New Recruit Company, Zhang Jiaheng made a name for himself by starting with the Fiji Cup, gaining great fame.

Later he also showed some shooting talent and had decent military literacy.

So Lu Yang had always thought he was assigned to a combat company, never expecting this guy to become a Military Police soldier.

Zhang Jiaheng seemed to understand what Lu Yang meant, laughing and saying: "Actually, I also had some prejudice against this post at first, thinking the Military Police were all annoying, but after being assigned there I realized it was one-sided."

"Being a Military Police officer isn't bad; it's about upholding regulations and maintaining strict military appearance and discipline."

"Most importantly, everyone who sees me has to tremble; when junior soldiers see me, it's like a cat seeing a mouse—simply awesome!"

Lu Yang asked: "You're not from a military family, are you? What does your father think?"

Zhang Jiaheng pursed his lips: "He said he wanted to cut off father-son ties, said seeing me in this uniform made him burn with anger, and even said our family was unfortunate. Anyway, I think it's fine as is."

"Maybe your dad was once punished by the Military Police and fears that if you go back, you'll suddenly blurt out 'Old Zhang comrade, please stop.'"

"Hahaha, that's the reason—I'm afraid of my son! Look, see my uniform—isn't it handsome and imposing?"

Zhang Jiaheng also spread his arms and spun a full 360 degrees in front of Lu Yang.

He showed off his outfit, his face full of pride.

It's clear he's quite satisfied with this white uniform.

Lu Yang gave a token compliment—things like 'a dragon among men, bearing the aura of a great general'—and asked: "So you have any achievements? Have you opened for business?"

Zhang Jiaheng was extremely proud: "Of course! We have performance evaluations every week; if we don't penalize enough people, it's considered dereliction of duty, and this week I'm just short of one......"

Seeing this guy turn his gaze toward him, Lu Yang glared: "Don't look at me—I don't want to give you a performance point, I haven't violated anything!"

Zhang Jiaheng laughed until tears almost fell; he just liked this feeling: "How could that be? After all, we both came from the New Recruit Company; I only penalize those old squad leaders, I could never take action against our own people."

"But you, you're living quite comfortably now, you've got a motorcycle— which company are you in now?"

"Sixth Company."

Lu Yang added: "Motorized Infantry."

Zhang Jiaheng excited: "I said it, how could motorized infantry not have motorcycles? Those jokes online are all damn lies!"

Lu Yang: "Hehe, where are you going? Want me to give you a ride?"

No need, I still have to go on duty with the squad leader later; don't underestimate our military police, we also rely on our legs for a living.

Zhang Jiaheng slapped his thigh, assuring he also had swift legs and iron feet.

Although far inferior to the Sixth Company, one still has to walk from morning till night.

Moreover, the military police wear not comfortable combat boots but hard leather shoes.

After walking all day, one can imagine how painful the feet are.

After a brief chat, Lu Yang was about to leave when he was called back.

"Have you passed your motorcycle license test?"

"I have."

Lu Yang pulled out a motorcycle driver's license from his pocket.

Recently, the company commander specially took him to take the test.

The motorcycle license test is easy; Lu Yang passed on his first try, and he got the license four or five days later.

Zhang Jiaheng flipped through it briefly and returned it, saying seriously: "Just having the license is fine; I'm worried you'll be caught by our comrades, because not everyone in the military police is as easygoing as me."

"Recently, He Zhen Tao was driving near your Sixth Company, making and receiving calls, and got caught by another squad's military police."

"They took both person and vehicle to the battalion for punishment; I felt embarrassed watching it. At that time I had just left the company, wanted to say a few words to help, but couldn't get a word in."

Lu Yang also just found out about this.

It seems the military police's authority is greater than he thought.

Not only can they punish non-commissioned officers, they can also punish officers below colonel rank as they please.

"Thanks, then I'm leaving?"

"Let's go, but definitely don't speed, otherwise even having a license won't help."

"Got it."

Lu Yang started the motorcycle and rode off.

He glanced back at the white figure leaving in the opposite direction.

Suddenly he felt that not all white caps were so hateful and rigid.

Of course, it might also be because it's only noon now, with plenty of time before the evening KPI tally.

Whenever it's evening and they have to submit results, the desperate Zhang Jiaheng might lower his moral standards and pad the numbers himself.

"Does your friend have a license?"

"Yeah, yeah, just got it."

"Hmm, if there's no license and no professional accompanying, it's normally dealt with severely."

"Understood, squad leader; I also asked carefully and confirmed there was no problem before letting him go."

"Good to know; work hard, maybe you'll be squad leader next year."

"Yes!"

Zhang Jiaheng's eyes were like radar, frantically scanning the surroundings, letting no violation go unnoticed.

Lu Yang rode to a hillside.

The scenery here is nice, the view open.

He stopped the bike, opened a bottle of mineral water, took a couple sips, and rested briefly.

At that moment, from afar came the sound of puffing footsteps, urging shouts, and curses.

Subsequently, he saw a platoon from a certain company shouldering a machine gun, carrying a mount, and holding an ammo box, climbing up from the foot of the slope.

It looked like they were doing armed assault training, currently charging up the slope.

Lu Yang walked over curiously, wanting to see how other units trained, hoping to pick up some tips.

But he didn't expect to inadvertently see in the crowd a face both familiar and painful, dark and grim.

Although the build was somewhat different from Lu Yang's memory of that sturdy figure, he still recognized it at a glance.

"Holy shit, Kong Long is shouldering a gun!"