Chapter 219: Old Fellow Meets Old Fellow, Two Shots Fired from Behind

Ironclad evidence like a mountain, still need slander?

Instructor Zhao gave a hollow cold laugh: "Just call and ask your fellow officers from the same batch—nine out of ten will say you're a piece of shit, and I'm not unaware of that."

Back then, in the eyes of the trainee regiment commander, the instructors, and the section chief, you were nothing but mud that couldn't even stick to a wall.

Now you're doing pretty well, having become the commander of the Hard Bone Seventh Company; among the twelve companies of the Special Third Regiment, you're the eldest brother!

You can make peace with yourself and understand all your past mistakes, so why can't you tolerate a single Ding Tengfei?

I don't intolerate him! Gao Feng defended himself.

I'm just annoyed, annoyed by his lackadaisical, deadbeat attitude!

Treating the combat platoon like a retirement home, sighing and complaining, feeling sorry for himself, always afraid—can such a soldier even be called a soldier?

You say he's afraid? Come over and look. Come to the window and really look—see what he's doing now.

What?

Gao Feng was forcibly dragged to the window by Instructor Zhao.

He opened the window and pointed to the distant equipment training field.

A crowd had gathered there, lively, with a figure on the single bar continuously circling it.

Instructor Zhao pointed over there and said solemnly: "Do you see that? Do you see that? They're putting in effort, they're striving, and you still say they lack ambition?"

Gao Feng was momentarily shocked, his aura visibly weakened: "Well, that must be Guo Yongwen forcing him, and surely Lu Yang is leading him."

Don't worry about those irrelevant things; if a person wants to slack off, not even ten oxen could drag them forward.

Fine, fine, at least this kid still has a shred of shame.

Now tell me, are we still sending him away?

Oh dear, are you annoyed?

Answer me!

Instructor Zhao grabbed his head with both hands, fixed his face, and stared dead into his eyes: "Lookinmyeyes!"

Gao Feng swept his hand away: "What nonsense is issuing a statement? Not sending him off, letting him stay here—is that okay? Satisfied?"

Instructor Zhao snorted coldly: "Say you're wrong, right now, immediately!"

Gao Feng: "???"

Wrong or not!

No, why are you acting crazy......

Give me three seconds; if you don't admit your mistake, I'll call Ma Qing'an right now and say you secretly applied for an idle unit in the family quarters, wanting to move in early with her sister for a private world!

Holy shit, you actually know all that?

I've got people in Logistics!

Seeing the other party already pull out their phone and open the contacts list.

Just as he was about to press the dial button, Gao Feng lost his nerve in a second, nearly kneeling: "Big brother, sorry, I was wrong!"

Instructor Zhao: "From now on, will you still steal my vegetables or take my parking spot?"

No more stealing, no more taking!

That's about right!

Ugh!

Ugh, ugh!

Ding Tengfei finally couldn't hold on and fell from the single bar.

After being helped up by Guo Yongwen and Lu Yang, he collapsed on the ground and vomited uncontrollably.

This bout of dizziness and nausea was several times more intense than motion sickness.

Ding Tengfei vomited so hard he had snot and tears, the veins on his neck writhing like earthworms.

Guo Yongwen squatted on the ground to pat his back, trying to make him as comfortable as possible, while Lu Yang handed him a bottle of water to rinse his mouth.

After a long while, Ding Tengfei finally recovered from the nausea and discomfort, looking at Guo Yongwen with a flushed, expectant face.

Platoon Leader...

I, I, how many did I do?

Have I reached a hundred? Have I completed, completed the goal?

Guo Yongwen patted him reassuringly and then replied with two words.

No!

Ding Tengfei's expression stiffened.

He even thought he'd done nearly two hundred.

He had intended to feign modesty, to act big, but instead got a bucket of cold water thrown at him.

Lu Yang awkwardly told him: "You did a total of seventy-eight; we've been counting for you. After you finish vomiting, you still have to keep going—this is just an intermission."

Ding Tengfei was struck as if by lightning.

He still thought he'd muddled through and broken his limit, doing nearly two hundred.

As it turned out, he hadn't even completed a hundred before vomiting into that state.

Seeing his dejected state, Guo Yongwen also wore a amused expression.

You've only been transferred from the retirement platoon to the combat platoon a few days? Not completing it is understandable; I never expected you to finish it all at once.

I didn't have you steaming buns to boost morale, nor did I let you drift aimlessly; did you really think breaking a hundred was that easy?

Take a short break, finish the remaining twenty-two, and then you can move on to the next hundred.

Ding Tengfei's body went rigid in an instant, he collapsed sideways to the ground like a dead dog.

Guo Yongwen kicked his butt twice with his toes, winked at Lu Yang, and said: "This kid's stubborn as a mule—if you don't whip him, he won't move forward; we need to think of some other trick."

"Lu Yang, you've got plenty of ideas—do you have any way to help him quickly get over his dizziness?"

Lu Yang also understood: "Doing waist circles on the bar takes too much time and effort, the effect is too slow—I actually have a good method."

Ding Tengfei sprang to his feet, eyes wide, wobbling as he climbed up from the ground: "What, a method...... ugh?"

Lu Yang gave a hehe laugh, pointing at the parallel bars nearby: "Tie your hands and feet horizontally with rope, bind you to a single bar. Get four people to stand on either side, then twist you clockwise and counter‑clockwise like this."

"Whoa!" Guo Yongwen slapped his thigh: "This method is great—just like roasting a whole lamb, we'll give him this turning motion; if he feels like vomiting, tie him to the single bar and let him throw up that way. In one afternoon he could do several hundred turns."

"Turning several thousand circles day and night, he'll surely never get motion sickness again!"

Ding Tengfei's sturdy frame shuddered at the image of himself being treated like a roasted lamb, bound to the parallel bars, making him tremble all over.

"Are you a devil?"

"Are you a demon?"

"Is this the kind of wicked idea a normal person could come up with?"

"Lu Yang, Lu Yang, we're fellow villagers—how could you shoot me in the back?"

Guo Yongwen laughed and called out to the onlookers: "Get a few people to lend a hand, tie him to the single bar and spin him five hundred times first! Since he doesn't want to do waist circles, we'll roast him like a whole lamb!"

"All right, here we go!"

The spectators rolled up their sleeves eagerly, ready to jump in and help.

Scared, Ding Tengfei hurriedly rose from the ground and sprinted to the single bar.

He jumped up, grabbed the bar, pulled his knees to his chest and mounted it—all in one fluid motion.

"No, no—I think waist circles on the bar are fine; they also work the arms and core, so I won't bother everyone."

"Stop the nonsense—just do it!"

Guo Yongwen shifted into berserk mode again, using the sharpest words to urge him forward.

Lu Yang stood with his hands on his hips, watching from the side, feeling a quiet pride inside.

The joy of being a soldier goes far beyond earning honors, gaining rank, and advancing one's post.

Being able to help a flawed soldier regain his sense of self and confidence.

Being able to train an outstanding soldier for the unit is also a source of great fulfillment.

At this moment he began to understand why, after achieving his own results, Zhou Kaidong, Cheng Jun, the Company Commander Instructor always wore a smiling expression.

The feeling of nurturing successors and good soldiers for the unit is indeed deeply fulfilling.

This scene was also witnessed by Gao Feng behind the flowerbed not far away, and Instructor Zhao.

"How about it—I said this kid's not bad, right? As long as we use the right method and give proper guidance!"

"Hmph, it's not just because we have Guo Yongwen and Lu Yang as two excellent role models; without those two lead sheep, this soldier would definitely be a good‑for‑nothing!"

"Success isn't just effort plus luck, is it?" Instructor Zhao did not agree with Gao Feng's words.

Because in the unit there is never a shortage of responsible, dutiful soldiers like Guo Yongwen and Lu Yang.

As long as he has an upward‑looking heart, he will eventually meet like‑minded people willing to lend him a hand.

Gao Feng's gaze softened too, and he finally said: "You say it is what it is, but I hope this kid can stay grounded and become a responsible soldier."

The scorching sun blazed like fire, and a concrete road outside the barracks shimmered with rising waves of heat.

Two diligent military police were conscientiously carrying out their duty to uphold military appearance and discipline.

"Hello, comrade—please turn off the engine and show your driving license, driver's license, and officer's ID!"

"Just blow into this—just a breath is enough."

"We're just doing routine work—please cooperate!"