Chapter 229: Heaven Has Eyes, the Kind Father and Seven Wolves

Hello, who is this?

It's me.

Who are you?

I'm your son, Dad!

Dad?

The man on the other end laughed: I don't recall having a son like you.

Dad, I'm not in the mood to joke with you right now; your son's situation is terrible, you must help me, otherwise the old Zhang family will face extinction!

The Zhang father on the other end asked impatiently, "Speak up, what's the matter?"

I made a minor mistake and was dismissed by the Military Police; in this unit I'm now assigned to, many people were previously disciplined by me.

These days I can't eat well, can't sleep, and I'm being trained like a dog; I'm on the brink of collapse.

Can you pull some strings to see if I can get my white hat back, or at least be transferred out of this unit? I'm begging you!

The Zhang father on the other end was silent for a moment, then asked very seriously.

You were dismissed by the Military Police?

Yes!

Hahaha, hahaha, Heaven has eyes, Heaven has eyes!

The Zhang father on the other end laughed up at the sky; the old Zhang family ancestral tomb was finally saved.

A little smoke is irrelevant; as long as it doesn't explode, it's fine.

The deafening laughter made Zhang Jiaheng go numb.

Dad, I'm not joking with you; I really need your help!

I'll help you*!

【Omitted a thousand words of elegant Longguo speech...】

Everyone says I'm a heroic man, back then I was so imposing in the Owl Reconnaissance Platoon, sending you into the troops was to let you inherit my glorious tradition and strive further. Yet you damn it turned out to be something bad, you actually ran to become Military Police?

Damn, you deserve it, you deserve punishment, you deserve eating poorly and sleeping poorly!

You just stay there and suffer; if you get beaten to death, fine, I'll just get another one with your mother!

Dad, the Military Police are defenders of military order and discipline; I'm bringing honor to the family, how can you say that about me?

Bullshit! Back then I earned a merit in the troops, had a chance for a Second-Class Merit, but because I went karaoke with a bunch of comrades, I got punished, lost the merit and the promotion slot!

A soldier, after all these years of service, how many chances are there to get a Second-Class Merit, how many promotion opportunities?

Because of that, I'll remember it for a lifetime! When that Military Police guy was discharged, I chased him ten streets from the train station with a brick!

Zhang Jiaheng didn't expect his father had such a fierce dark past, and muttered with a sour face, "Dad, was that a proper karaoke?"

Don't worry about whether it's proper; I'm just asking if it's OK or not!

Just because you became Military Police, those old comrades have nearly shattered my backbone!

Everyone keeps mocking me, saying I raised a white‑eyed wolf who always opposes the rank‑and‑file soldiers!

I don't know what mistake got you kicked out of the Military Police, but the one who transferred you to this company is an absolute damn genius!

Just stay here honestly, don't go anywhere; if they beat you, stand upright, and even if you curse, you may not retort!

Damn it, my seven wolves are ready; I was planning to beat you up when you return from leave, but it seems they're useless now…

He heard panting and the sound of a belt being swung from the other side.

Zhang Jiaheng's heart sank to the bottom of a gorge, and the last sliver of hope was shattered.

In the past, he didn't understand why his father despised the Military Police; now that he knows the truth, he only feels…

His father's singing back then was definitely not proper karaoke; otherwise why would the Military Police catch him?

Moreover, after earning a merit you shouldn't be so carefree, going to entertainment venues; if you aren't punished, who will be?

If in the troops everyone was so spoiled and arrogant, disregarding discipline, wouldn't it descend into chaos?

While Zhang Jiaheng worried about the nation and the army, he suddenly realized he was no longer a member of the Military Police.

These past days, he kept calling out in his dreams, fantasizing about someday wearing the white gloves and white hat again.

But he never imagined it would all be a bubble, a mirage.

"Are you calling home?"

Lu Yang's voice sounded from behind, startling Zhang Jiaheng with a jolt.

"Um, um…"

"Did you tell the family about the recent situation?"

Lu Yang seemed like a gentle older brother from next door.

But his smile always gave Zhang Jiaheng a creepy feeling.

"I told them, a little bit."

"What did the family say?"

"They expressed understanding and support, and even bought a belt as a gift for me."

"That's good."

Lu Yang said earnestly, "We're comrades in the New Recruit Company and of the same year; if you hadn't been assigned to the Military Police, we wouldn't have any friction or conflict."

"The past is gone, with you being kicked out of the Military Police, that too has vanished."

"From now on, work solidly on training, bring glory to the company, and you'll earn everyone's respect."

"Regarding this, you can talk to Third Squad's Kang Changyi. He's experienced in being unpopular and hated."

Zhang Jiaheng didn't know what to say; in fact he still couldn't accept that a comrade of the same year had already been promoted to Non-commissioned Officer and became Platoon Leader.

And when they spoke to him, they involuntarily sounded preachy.

Because in the past, as the Military Police, he was the one lecturing others and putting pressure on them.

Now that the roles have switched, he finds it very, extremely, especially uncomfortable.

Seeing Zhang Jiaheng's somewhat forced response, Lu Yang says no more.

"Go back to your class; there's a baseline test soon."

"Oh…"

Zhang Jiaheng noticed the stack of test sheets in Lu Yang's hand.

He then recalled the plan mentioned at yesterday's company meeting to improve frontline soldiers' military knowledge and cultural literacy.

This is also a major reason he dislikes this place: most frontline troops have limited education.

Usually training is just training, military matters are just military, so why add these odd tricks?

It's neither a college entrance exam nor a graduate exam—purely redundant, like adding legs to a snake!

Since childhood, Zhang Jiaheng's biggest annoyance has been doing problems and exams; every time he sees a test paper, it feels like a tightening headband.

Seeing Lu Yang prepare to leave, Zhang Jiaheng hesitates repeatedly but still calls him back.

"Did you actually drink that day or not?"

"Is that question important?"

Lu Yang turns his head, looking at him with a half‑smile.

Zhang Jiaheng's gaze stays fixed: "It may not matter to others, but to me it does. I just want to know whether my judgment is right or wrong."

Lu Yang: "One and a half bottles of beer."

Zhang Jiaheng finally feels relieved: "I knew it, I knew I was right! It must be that your ability to sober up is faster, or you drank a lot of water, so it didn't show up!"

Lu Yang ignores him, because these things aren't important to him.

Rather than saying this guy is pursuing absolute justice, it's more accurate to call him single‑minded.

He will use any means for performance and mission targets.

Whether he drank or not, the alcohol test couldn't detect it; just respect the result.

Even traffic police checking DUI go by the result; as long as your own sobering ability is strong, no one can catch you.

Having to make such a scene, acting like a fool, isn't that self‑inflicted?

Lu Yang first hands the test papers to Zhou Kaidong, letting him distribute them to the two Squad Leaders of the First Platoon.

Then he goes upstairs, gives the papers to the Second Platoon Leader, and also informs the members of Class Six.

"Use the weekend to do a simple baseline check."

"Full score is one hundred, time is one hour; leave blanks if you can't answer."

"No copying others, no cheating; the Squad Leader is responsible for watching."

Cheng Jun takes the distributed test paper; just a glance makes his head feel heavy.

Even this veteran of over a decade feels the same, let alone the others.

Liu Ziqiang and Sun Chen's faces turn stark white when they receive the papers.

Originally, they thought the so‑called baseline test was just a formality, mostly multiple‑choice.

But they didn't expect it to include not only choices, but also fill‑in‑the‑blanks, matching, and even essay questions.

In an instant, everyone breaks into a cold sweat, as if back at the college‑entrance exam.

"You may start grading first; after two minutes, the whistle blows and you begin answering."

"During the exam, I, the Company Commander, and the Instructor will come to inspect; everyone, work seriously."

After giving the instructions, Lu Yang leaves, leaving everyone staring at each other and the test papers with wide eyes…