Chapter 239: Shaking military morale, an unforgivable crime!

What's wrong, what happened……ugh?

The crackling firecracker sounds ended, followed immediately by a booming explosion.

Lu Yang rushed over upon hearing the sound, and a crowd had already gathered outside the toilet.

Seeing him come, the crowd immediately made a gap for him to enter.

But before his foot could step inside, a strong stench rushed at Lu Yang's nose like a punch.

The stench made him gag dryly, almost bringing up his dinner.

Looking again, the walls and ceiling inside the toilet had been smeared with an unnameable paste-like substance.

Like paint splashed on a canvas, it was visually striking and also had a postmodern style.

Moreover, a creature resembling the stinky slime from Pokémon was hysterical there, angrily shouting.

Who did it, who on earth did it?

Who's so lacking in virtue, who threw the firecracker!?

Just who is it, who is it!!

Lu Yang recognized that voice.

Others also recognized that the stinky slime was none other than the 'beloved by all' Auntie Kang.

Everyone was trying hard not to laugh, yet nobody stepped forward to admit it.

Although Auntie Kang has been dismissed, what if she gets reinstated someday and seeks retaliation?

But just then, another figure smeared with paint walked out from the rear platoon.

It was none other than Zhang Jiaheng, who was also squatting there taking a dump.

Because he was farther back, the area affected was much less.

What a one-defecation two-birds, what a one-baseness double-eagle.

Platoon Leader, Platoon Leader!

Kang Changyi saw Lu Yang, and with his sticky big footprints he came over, wanting him to uphold justice.

Lu Yang hastily stepped back several steps, covering his mouth and nose: 'Stay there, keep your distance!'

Kang Changyi was all smelly and sticky, feeling wronged: 'Platoon Leader, you must stand up for me, someone deliberately messed with me!'

Just a little more, and my butt would have blown up!

They weren't trying to blow up my butt; they clearly wanted to blow up your face!

Lu Yang: '...'

He asked: 'Did you see who threw the firecracker?'

Kang Changyi shook his head: 'No.'

Lu Yang then looked at the second unlucky one: 'And you, did you see?'

Zhang Jiaheng's head is still dazed to this day.

He's lived this long and has never suffered such humiliation.

As long as he still wears that uniform and white cap, who would dare act out of line?

I saw it!

Who?

Liu Ziqiang, Sun Chen, and Chen Panpan in the crowd froze their smiles and shrank their necks.

Shooting the protruding bird, although doing this was to let everyone vent their anger, it ended up being a bit over the top.

They also didn't expect the firecracker to travel along the duct, slide into the septic tank, and ignite the biogas.

Otherwise, it would have been impossible to cause such a powerful explosion.

I saw it!

That guy must be from our company, definitely somewhere in the crowd!

As long as we interrogate everyone one by one, we'll surely find him!

Zhang Jiaheng pointed at the crowd, his eyes full of anger.

Liu Ziqiang and the other two immediately relaxed, which was no different from nonsense.

Lu Yang also rolled his eyes: 'If you didn't see it, just say you didn't see it!'

Alright, disperse, go about your business!

I hope the culprit will voluntarily come to me and turn themselves in!

Otherwise, if found out, there'll be no good fruit to eat!

He Zhen Tao, as the instructor, also stepped forward at this time to 'denounce' the troublemakers, and ordered a strict investigation, which counts as giving these two an explanation.

Lu Yang sent the two of them off to the pool to quickly wash off the filth.

Have someone hook up a hose for them to rinse conveniently, and bring some detergent.

Having gotten themselves all like this, not washing clean makes it impossible to get close.

After finishing, Lu Yang and He Zhen Tao left together and found a place to burst out laughing.

Kang Changyi will surely be dealt with; they had anticipated that, otherwise they wouldn't have pushed him to the front.

Military theory has always been a major difficulty for grassroots soldiers; currently, the vast majority of troops are those who did poorly in studies and hid in school.

Now there are weekly and monthly exams, plus dictation and homework; it's practically more painful than returning to senior year of high school.

Yet unexpectedly, Kang Changyi not only fails to restrain himself, but keeps flaunting his learning, even voluntarily asking for after-school homework.

Such a person is also a target for beatings at school; coming here, his nature naturally doesn't change.

But Lu Yang also didn't expect that this bunch would be so inventive, using such a bizarre method to mess with Kang Changyi and the two.

After this incident, Kang Changyi should also know to restrain himself.

It turned out that at the time in the restroom, there was no one else besides him and Zhang Jiaheng; otherwise we might have actually hit our own troops…

These kids really know how to pick a moment; they even managed a one‑stone‑two‑birds.

So, the military theory does have its use; the skill of ambushing people is on the rise.

…

The laundry powder is left here for you, take it yourselves.

Wash it clean, rinse several times, and give it a good water flush.

Zhou Kaidong held his breath, put down the laundry powder, and gave two more reminders before turning and leaving.

The two of them were like biochemical weapons; anyone who got close ended up covered in stench.

Rinse me, you only think of yourself—hand over the hose!

You damn it only did a little, and I've been rinsing here forever; I'm almost marinated!

Kang Changyi snatched the hose and frantically rubbed laundry powder onto himself.

Zhang Jiaheng, whose odor had mostly cleared, snarled while applying the powder, "I could never swallow this smell!"

Kang Changyi retorted irritably, "Who else could swallow something like this?"

Today they lost a firecracker and blew me up; tomorrow they'll dare to use fireworks against the Division commander, against the commander‑in‑chief!

"That's right!" Zhang Jiaheng, as if he finally found a kindred spirit, exclaimed emotionally, "We can't just let this go; we must not be soft as a peach and let ourselves be bullied casually!"

"I know your situation in the Sixth Company isn't good either; how about we team up?"

Kang Changyi grabbed the hose and rinsed the soap foam off his body, while fragrant yellow water spilled all over the ground.

"How would we team up?"

"I've been a Military Police, you've been a Platoon Leader; with our abilities, if we jointly draft a report exposing the Sixth Company's chaos and send it to the Division, it will definitely attract serious attention!"

"But doing that would drag the entire Sixth Company into trouble, wouldn't it?"

"How can that be called dragging them down? We're using their own methods against them, upholding justice, helping them correct their mistakes!"

Zhang Jiaheng spoke confidently, his three sentences never straying from his usual line of work.

Kang Changyi thought it over repeatedly, considered the current situation, and still nodded in agreement.

"However, our immediate priority is to find the one who threw the firecracker!"

"That damn bastard got me blown up with a pile of shit; I'm going to shove his head into a cesspit and make him taste what that feels like!"

Zhang Jiaheng nodded in agreement, but inwardly he was more mocking.

He had long known Kang Changyi was unpopular, but never expected him to be treated like an alien.

Such a devious method, even he couldn't have thought of; this time it's said to be collateral, but it's just a superficial wound, not as severe as yours.

So strictly speaking, he actually turned misfortune into fortune, finding a fellow sufferer as an ally.

In his view, both being drifters of the world, this guy must understand his heart.

Thus, Zhang Jiaheng quietly recounted the problems he had discovered over this period.

Including excessive training, corporal punishment, forced labor, coarse language, setting off firecrackers when people are most vulnerable, and so on.

"You gathered this much?"

"Not to hide from you, I've kept this evidence close to me, waiting for a day to hand it over so we can escape this misery!"

He pulled a tightly plastic‑wrapped sheet of paper from his fly.

Inside was his trump card for a comeback, his biggest leverage to rejoin the Military Police.

He even listed many issues to Lu Yang in detail, drafting three major crimes, six minor crimes, and over twenty points of dereliction for Lu Yang.

Kang Changyi gave him a thumbs‑up, indicating he had truly underestimated him and was surprised by his meticulousness.

Zhang Jiaheng was also in high spirits, feeling that fate had brought them together here—a true destiny.

The two, sharing the same misfortune and neglect, quickly grew to appreciate each other and poured out their hearts.

When the rinsing finished, no odor remained, and the night drill ended.

Each squad returned to freshen up, preparing to go to bed.

Kang Changyi seized the chance to slip into the electronic classroom, where Lu Yang was studying by lamp light.

"Can't you sleep at this hour?"

"Platoon Leader, I want to report!"

"Report whom?"

"I want to report Zhang Feiji of the Sixth Squad for undermining morale; his crime is unforgivable!"