Chapter 230: Four Years at the Military Academy, I Got Beat Only Once

Beep—

The whistle sounded downstairs.

Lu Yang's voice followed immediately: "Exam time is up, all classes stop answering, Squad Leader collect the test papers."

……

"Squad Leader, there's one more question, just a moment, just a moment, you collect the back ones first!"

Liu Ziqiang scribbled furiously and finally finished all the questions at the last moment.

Cheng Jun took the test paper and left, and everyone in Class Six finally breathed a sigh of relief.

"For the third multiple‑choice question, what did you choose?"

"I chose B."

"Shouldn't it be C?"

"What, I chose A!"

"Damn, A is obviously wrong—where does the Type‑59 tank get a rearview mirror?"

……

The group muttered and discussed in a circle, finding the answers differed wildly.

Especially the short‑answer questions at the end, the answers were completely off‑topic.

Liu Ziqiang sounded despondent: "It's over, it's over. Forget passing; even thirty points would be harsh."

Sun Chen: "This question is insanely hard, totally beyond the syllabus."

"We're motorized infantry, yet the paper includes artillery, mechanized infantry, even armored‑troop knowledge points."

"No idea who made this test; it's such a mess?"

"Who else could it be, Kang Daniu? I heard at yesterday's company meeting they grabbed past papers from the military academy, so this must be an actual baseline exam from the academy."

"Damn it, I'm really fed up, why does Kang Daniu have to be so hateful, always doing things that hurt others without benefit?"

"He seemed serious in training this week, didn't talk much, I was starting to think better of him, then he just adds to our frustration!"

"Chen Panpan, tell me, is Kang Daniu more annoying or Beizi Di more annoying?"

Someone tossed the question to the Sixth Company's standard measurement unit.

Chen Panpan thought for a moment and said that currently Kang Daniu is more annoying.

Because of these questions, he can't understand any of them; they're basically scribbled, and he doesn't know how many could be right.

After finally not being at the bottom in training scores, if the exam scores are still at the bottom, he would truly collapse.

Zhang Jiaheng stood aside, listening to these brazen chatter, daring to be angry but not speak; after all, his standing in the Sixth Company is worse than a dog's.

……

"Wrong, wrong, still wrong!"

"Hey, such a simple question and you still get it wrong, truly brainless!"

In the company office, Lu Yang, He Zhen Tao, and Ma Qing'an paused their work and looked at Kang Changyi, who was helping grade the test papers.

Originally, this test paper should have been graded by Lu Yang and He Zhen Tao.

But they didn't expect Kang Changyi to volunteer boldly, insisting on sharing the load, and this scene unfolded.

Kang Changyi acted like a drama queen, shaking his head, wobbling his brain, flailing his claws, even his cross‑out gestures were overly flamboyant.

He resembled that kind of self‑righteous yet extremely annoying classmate in school.

Lu Yang thought the fellow's antics were a bit much and teased, "Kang Changyi, how were your relationships with classmates when you studied at the military academy?"

Kang Changyi, curious, asked, "Why ask that?"

Lu Yang: "I really want to beat you up now, you know that?"

Ma Qing'an and the other nodded: "We feel the same! You're just grading papers, making such a scene, as if you're filming a drama?"

Kang Changyi gave a slightly guilty smile: "Sorry, I got too into it, I'll be careful later."

"Hey, watching them answer such simple questions wrong is really speechless."

"Look at this question: machine‑gun bullets travel at xx meters per second, and after hitting the target their kinetic energy drops by …%."

He kept sighing and shaking his head dramatically, as if utterly incomprehensible: "Even elementary‑school math like this gets messed up; no wonder our Sixth Company soldiers have such low IQ, no surprise we always lost drills to the Seventh Company."

"I told you it's not my command's fault; the soldiers' combat ability is too weak to grasp my micro‑tactics on the training field."

Hehe......

He Zhen Tao and Ma Qing'an rolled their eyes, completely speechless.

Lu Yang got up to pour water and casually asked, "Whose test paper are you grading now?"

Kang Changyi flipped to the back, glanced, and burst out laughing: "It's Zhou Kaidong's, as dumb as a pig; these are all easy points, yet he still got them wrong. Hahaha, ha… ah!"

"Ouch, ouch, ouch!"

Lu Yang stood behind him, squeezing his shoulders hard with both hands.

The squeeze made Kang Changyi unable to sit still; his body twisted back and forth like a huge silkworm.

"Listen to me, not everyone gets a chance to attend the military academy like you."

"Grading papers is grading papers; then making weird noises, doing odd gestures, and commenting on others."

"I'll open the window now and throw you down from the roof like tossing a blanket."

"Alright, alright, let go, it hurts…"

Lu Yang released his grip, patted his shoulder as a warning, then took Zhou Kaidong's test paper.

He glanced at it; the mistakes were still many, but there was nothing to be done.

The content of this test paper was numerous and chaotic, truly beyond the syllabus.

It not only covered light infantry military subjects, but also theoretical basics required by other branches, and even a few World‑I‑II era knowledge points.

Lu Yang added up the scores, carefully calculated twice, and was surprised to find it was exactly fifty-nine points.

With almost no hesitation, he directly gave Zhou Kaidong one point, changing the score to sixty.

For grassroots soldiers, being able to pass such a high‑difficulty placement test is absolutely outstanding.

One must not only know the knowledge within one's own duties, but also understand the knowledge of other branches.

However, Lu Yang knew that Zhou Kaidong's experience came more from practice.

A soldier who has served in the unit for many years, and who is also a squad leader, certainly knows more than others.

Lu Yang finished grading the papers at hand, and everyone else was also about done.

"How is it?"

"Those who passed are extremely few."

"Mine is about the same; in this stack there are only two who passed."

He Zhen Tao said in a low voice: "It seems that the grassroots soldiers' grasp of military theory is even more lacking than we imagined."

"Limitations of branch and outdated weapons are only one aspect; lacking even basic theoretical knowledge, on the battlefield once the commander falls, they instantly become headless flies."

"The upcoming course content and teaching direction—we need to prepare well."

"It must not be overly complex, and should be easy for everyone to master, after all we are not aiming to train commanders, just to let everyone grasp the basics of military theory..."

Lu Yang nodded, about to speak.

Kang Changyi, as if having a relapse, actually interrupted his words.

"Oh, no need for all that trouble; later I'll bring over those past theory textbooks and my class notes, and you can just teach from them."

"My stuff is absolutely genuine and valuable, all key knowledge points."

"No need to thank me; this is what I should do. Later, if you have anything you don't understand, you can come to the Third Squad anytime to ask me."

Ma Qing'an clenched his fists, face unsightly: "You're giving me face, huh? What's your status now? When the platoon leader speaks, do you have the right to interrupt?"

Kang Changyi glanced at the limp on his shoulder, gave an embarrassed smile: "I'm used to it, I'm used to it; next time I'll first report."

Lu Yang: "Your notes can be used as reference, but only as reference. We're not training commanders, so we don't need that much complexity; doing so would actually be counterproductive."

"Besides, still that earlier question: how were your relations with classmates when you were at the military academy?"

Kang Changyi pondered a moment, then answered seriously: "Let me put it this way: in four years at the military academy I only got beaten once."

Lu Yang showed a relieved smile: "Less beating, still less beating."