Chapter 221: Lu Yang Was Grabbed by the Military Police?

Run, keep running!

I can't… I really can't keep running!

Iron Foot, Sixth Company, on the track.

Kang Changyi sticks out his tongue, breathing erratically, drenched in sweat.

Like a walking corpse, he limps while clutching his waist.

Zhou Kaidong slows down, and seeing his condition, rolls his eyes in annoyance.

"With you like this, you still talk about beating Lu Yang and retaking the Platoon Leader position?"

"If I pull Liu Ziqiang, Sun Chen and the others over here, I could crush you completely."

"Your level is at best 0.8 Chen Panpan."

In the Sixth Company, the Sixth Squad private Chen Panpan is a unit of strength measurement.

A typical veteran is at least 2–3 Chen Panpan.

Those slightly weaker can still reach 1.5 Chen Panpan.

But Kang Da Niang's physical ability is so terrible that he can't even reach the lowest unit.

That's why in the Sixth Company, Kang Changyi is so unpopular that even a dog would urinate on him.

Aside from the halo of being a military academy graduate, he's practically useless.

He has a belly full of military theory, but can't apply it flexibly in practice.

Thus, at the start of training, Kang Changyi was as if injected with chicken blood, shouting that he'd beat Lu Yang and regain glory.

Result—just this?

"Zhou Kaidong, don't stand there talking, my waist hurts," Kang Changyi says, clutching his waist, sweat streaming: "Physical ability has always been my weak point; even with progress, it takes time."

"Being able to take this step is already a huge, huge improvement."

"You should say something nice, praise me, not crush my motivation."

"Finally."

He raises a finger, panting: "Using Chen Panpan as a measurement unit is impolite, just like you giving me a nickname behind my back—impolite!"

Zhou Kaidong laughed then: "Yo, so you knew all that? Knowing it yet not working hard, not getting motivated?"

"Run quickly, don't force me to use the Armed Belt to whip you on the big weekend."

"You dare!"

"Snap!"

Zhou Kaidong didn't use the Armed Belt; instead he slapped his butt.

The slap was loud, sending Kang Changyi yelping as he leapt away.

But the force didn't last long; it slowed due to lack of momentum.

Zhou Kaidong chose not to continue; who knows if this guy has a special fetish—what if it gave him a secret thrill?

Kang Changyi's gaze suddenly sharpens, pointing: "That person over there, waving a camera—what are they doing?"

Zhou Kaidong looks over and indeed sees a veteran behind the Company Commander and Instructor, snapping photos of the camp's buildings and the propaganda board.

"Probably the regiment's publicity officer? Didn't the regiment commander mention writing a report for our company?"

"Likely gathering material there to illustrate the article."

"You never know, the camera might catch us; stay alert, don't be dead‑pan…"

Zhou Kaidong turns back, only to see Kang Changyi whoosh past to the front.

Radiant and swift, his steps as light as flight; nowhere is the earlier half‑dead demeanor.

"Hurry up, running this slow, how can you be Squad Leader?"

Kang Changyi lifts his head and chest, turns, and twists his neck toward Zhou Kaidong, signaling him to keep up.

Zhou Kaidong glares: "What the hell!"

He speeds up, soon catching Kang Changyi and overtaking him.

Seeing the publicity officer's camera sweeping this way, Kang Changyi, though exhausted, sticks out his tongue, summons all his strength, and crazily sprints forward.

Through the lens, this crooked private uses the weekend off to train hard, and Officer Li decisively presses the shutter.

"Great, this is probably the best shot I've taken so far!"

"On the weekend training field, the youthful sweat of a tireless little soldier!"

Officer Li looks at Ma Qing'an and asks: "Company Commander Ma, is your company's regular training always this intense?"

Ma Qing'an sees Officer Li apparently ready to use Kang Changyi as a negative example for an article, and his mind briefly glitches.

But in front of outsiders, he naturally can't speak ill of his own, so he replies awkwardly.

"Our company has always trained like this."

"Among the soldiers, they often compete with each other."

"Because of this unwillingness to lose, our company repeatedly earns merit in exercises and achieves such great success."

Officer Li quickly straps the camera around his neck, pulls out a notebook and pen, and diligently records details.

"Sixth Company, unyielding."

"Only desire, to earn merit."

"Ultimately, success."

He Zhen Tao quickly interjects: "Officer Li, what are you writing? That's not what we meant, don't write it wrong!"

Officer Li smiles at him: "I'm just noting the key points; I'll expand later. Rest assured, as a senior writer, trust my professionalism."

He Zhen Tao glances at the Company Commander, feeling inexplicably uneasy.

Since this guy chose Kang Changyi as a negative example, he thought his mind might not be quite normal.

But Ma Qing'an gave him a look, indicating he should stay calm.

Then he proactively asked, "Li Gan Shi, after the draft is finished, will we get a look before it goes to the newspaper?"

Li Gan Shi pounded his chest and said, "Of course, without your approval, the article will never be published lightly."

"Please trust my professionalism; I am a self‑disciplined writer and a senior cultural publicity officer."

"That's good, that's good."

Ma Qing'an and He Zhen Tao exchanged a glance, then relaxed.

Li Gan Shi put away his notebook and pen, and curiously asked, "By the way, I'd like to meet comrade Lu Yang for a solo profile interview."

"I heard his performance in the exercises was outstanding—his shooting like a deity, every bullet finding its mark?"

"Ideally, have him wear the Four‑Excellence Outstanding Soldier Medal so I can take a photo."

"A first‑year conscript being fast‑tracked to become a Non‑commissioned Officer and serve as Acting Platoon Leader is unheard of; he should be set as a learning example for all conscripts in the regiment."

He Zhen Tao apologized slightly, "Lu Yang went out this morning and isn't back yet, but he should return soon. How about we head to the office first and have a cup of tea?"

Ma Qing'an echoed, "It's scorching; you came all the way here sweating. Let's go to the office for tea and enjoy the air‑conditioning for a bit of cool."

"When they return, we'll promptly arrange for him to take your interview."

Li Gan Shi, indeed a bit thirsty, said, "Alright, let's go to the office and wait."

As the three walked toward the office, Ma Qing'an's phone rang suddenly from his pocket.

He pulled it out; on the screen was an unfamiliar number.

"Hello, who is this?"

"Company Commander Ma, this is Zhang Jiaheng of the Military Police Battalion."

"What's the matter? The identity has already been verified; what else is the issue?"

Ma Qing'an was irritated by the call; earlier the duty room had already called to verify Lu Yang's identity.

Even though he was displeased, he chose to cooperate.

After all, in this heat, it isn't easy for someone to be on duty wearing a steel helmet.

He didn't expect these guys to be like flies, buzzing nonstop.

Zhang Jiaheng said solemnly, "Your First Platoon's Acting Platoon Leader Lu Yang is suspected of drunk‑driving a motor vehicle; we have seized both him and the vehicle and detained them in the Military Police Battalion."

"If it's convenient, it would be best if you could come over to help us handle this matter."

After hanging up, Ma Qing'an was so angry his phone nearly crushed in his hand.

"We were waiting for the interview, and you detain the person at this moment?"

"What's wrong, what happened?"

"Lu Yang has been detained by the Military Police!"

"Why is that?"

Ma Qing'an didn't answer right away; with outsiders present, some things can't be spoken freely.

Li Gan Shi, upon hearing someone was detained by the Military Police, lit up with excitement and insisted on going along.

In his view, writing about a righteous hero is fine, but a hero who errs and gets caught by the Military Police makes for a more interesting story.