Chapter 241: Those who sell people will always be buried by them

Old Lady Kang, it's you who sold me out!

Zhang Jiaheng, who had been locked in the confinement room for two whole days, was finally released.

He stared fixedly at the culprit standing behind Lu Yang, wishing he could rush over and strangle him to death.

Hehe, that's right, it's me!

Kang Changyi hid behind Lu Yang, grinning as he admitted it.

Zhang Jiaheng was furious, having never seen such a shameless person: "What do you gain by targeting me like this? You dog, meddling in rat-catching!"

Kang Changyi put his hands on his hips and stepped forward: "It should be said you're obstinate, making a last-ditch stand! The Iron Foot Company is an honorable red unit, a sacred and inviolable heroic squad!"

You want to smear the Sixth Company with dirt, pour filthy water on it—no way!

I'll tell you the truth: I originally wanted to stuff firecrackers up your butt, if it weren't for the platoon leader's kind heart!

After saying that, he bowed respectfully toward Lu Yang, and Lu Yang cooperatively shook his head and waved his hands modestly.

If it weren't for our platoon leader's kind heart, your butt would already be bursting!

I tell you, don't even think about going back to the past; now that you're here, you'd better behave!

If you don't train a pair of swift legs and an Iron Foot build, every day from now on will be your nightmare!

After physical training comes military training, after that theory, then antagonistic drills—day after day, we won't let you die easy!

Zhang Jiaheng's legs went weak, he almost couldn't stand, but Lu Yang reached over, pulled him up, and lowered his voice to whistle in his ear.

Your physique, not bad.

.....!!!

Zhang Jiaheng's sturdy frame shuddered, his parts tensed, and he looked at him in utter terror.

What, what do you want? I could never sell out my own charm!

Who the hell wants your charm?

Lu Yang rolled his eyes and warned him: "From now on, behave yourself, or those risqué photos will be printed into a book and sent back to your old unit. Ace pilot comrade, you wouldn't want that classic to live on forever, would you?"

Zhang Jiaheng's mental defenses shattered instantly, his lifelong reputation ruined in Lu Yang's hands.

Having the evidence in their hands, he had no choice but to obediently comply to preserve his reputation and purity.

He was still thinking about finding a wife in the unit later; if this got out, it would be absolutely impossible.

Seeing him completely bowed, Lu Yang glanced at Kang Changyi: "I'm handing him over to you—physical, military, theory; if his grades slip, I won't look for him, I'll come straight to you."

Please rest assured, Company Commander!

Kang Changyi swore: "I'll definitely make him into an excellent soldier like me!"

Lu Yang's eyes narrowed: "Huh?"

Kang Changyi immediately corrected: "I'll definitely make him into an excellent soldier like you!"

Lu Yang nodded; that's more like it.

Company Commander, have you heard?

The Sixth Company has been lively these past two days......

Guo Yongwen burst into the company commander's office, eager to share the amusing gossip he'd heard outside.

But as soon as he pushed the door open, he saw Gao Feng and Instructor Zhao with worried faces, their chins covered in stubble.

The two ashtrays in front of them were piled as high as a small hill, the office reeked of thick smoke—clearly they'd been up all night.

Guo Yongwen hurried over to clear their ashtrays: "Company Commander, Instructor, what are you doing? How did it get like this?"

Gao Feng slapped his head and shook it hard: "The theory course has been going for several days now, but I've always felt something's off."

Guo Yongwen wondered: "What's off? Isn't it supposed to be the military academy's teaching material?"

It seems so—it's just too hard.

Then why not just simplify it?

That's what we say, but in practice it's nothing like that.

Gao Feng tossed the Seventh Company's recent score sheet at him.

Guo Yongwen glanced at it; aside from his platoon's scores staying relatively stable,

the other two platoons' scores had declined to varying degrees, and progress in the military theory course had been minimal.

How could this happen?

I don't know.

Is the Sixth Company in the same situation?

We're not sure, we don't know......

Gao Feng lit another cigarette in frustration: "For this mess, I and the instructor didn't sleep all night. Judging by the current situation, if the theory course continues, our physical and military training might also slip."

Instructor Zhao rubbed his forehead, looking at Guo Yongwen: "We suspect the materials you painstakingly retrieved might all be fake."

What?

Guo Yongwen sprang up from his chair: "This can't be right!"

Instructor Zhao sighed: "Don't get worked up; we're just guessing. Whether it's fake or not, it doesn't matter now—I and Gao Feng have already prepared to halt the theory course study, otherwise the whole regiment's training rhythm will fall into chaos."

Guo Yongwen always felt a bit regretful.

This is what he and Ding Tengfei painstakingly retrieved.

Perhaps the plan's content only applies to light infantry, not to us armored troops?

After all, training content, assessment standards, and inspection requirements differ between companies?

Gao Feng flicked ash, rubbed his eyes, and asked: "By the way, you said earlier the Sixth Company has been lively these two days—what's going on?"

Guo Yongwen hastily recounted how the former platoon leader Kang Changyi was attacked with firecrackers in the toilet, how the former military police were stuffed into a sack, then beaten up by their "former comrades," and thrown into confinement.

As Guo Yongwen told the story, he laughed so hard he couldn't straighten up—obviously he hadn't heard anything this amusing in a long time.

But Gao Feng and Instructor Zhao exchanged glances, their brows furrowing even tighter.

At this moment, they finally realized where the problem lay.

"The overall rhythm and training atmosphere of the Sixth Company are just different from ours."

"Put those two conspicuous guys anywhere, and no matter how great the training pressure, they can always find a release point."

"How unlike us, with not even an outlet for venting; constantly piling on, the soldiers' condition naturally gets worse and worse."

"Furthermore, with Lu Yang and He Zhen Tao constantly mediating in the middle, the accumulated contradictions of daily training are eased; everyone's mood relaxes, and they can thus enthusiastically engage in self‑directed learning."

Having figured this out, Gao Feng sighed helplessly: "Forget it, forget it. Even if we know the principle, we lack the material foundation. Let's stop reinforcing our theoretical study here."

"We'd be better off spending this time really drilling our physical and military training."

Instructor Zhao nodded: "Cut our losses in time and get the training back on track as soon as possible."

The two looked at Guo Yongwen: "Go notify the squad and platoon leaders to come immediately for a meeting; we need to readjust the training plan and all the subsequent arrangements."

"Yes!"

"Beep, beep-beep!"

"Kang Changyi, Kang Brother!"

One morning, Kang Changyi was burying himself in study in the Third Squad.

Suddenly someone behind him disturbed him; he impatiently turned around and asked what they wanted.

Several soldiers rubbed their hands, grinning: "Brother Changyi, have you finished the test paper?"

Kang Changyi originally wanted to boast, saying there was no way he couldn't finish it—after all, he has legs, doesn't he?

But recalling Lu Yang's advice from a couple days ago—keep a low profile in person, high in deeds—he forced himself to restrain and replied in a neutral tone.

"I've finished it—what do you want?"

"Could you let us take a look?"

"No!"

Kang Changyi refused righteously.

Thinking of copying his homework? Not a chance.

The soldiers, anticipating his refusal, quickly gathered around, kneading his shoulders and pounding his legs.

"Kang Brother, Commander Kang, just have mercy and let us copy it, okay?"

"Everyone knows the questions on this test paper—many were written by you—and the difficulty is frankly beyond the scope for us ordinary soldiers. It's about to be collected soon, but we still haven't finished..."

"The squad leader's gone to the company meeting, and Lu Yang's platoon isn't here either—no one will find out, so let us just take a look?"

"Those are all standard answers; aren't we just trying to follow behind you to learn and improve, to grasp a bit more knowledge?"

"Just this once—I promise it'll be the only time, absolutely no next time!"

Kang Changyi has always been the type who yields to both soft and hard tactics.

Having been in the Sixth Company for so long, he had never before experienced feeling so beloved.

Especially these guys, calling him 'Kang Brother' and 'Commander Kang' while wanting to follow behind him to learn and improve.

This left him truly unable to find a reason to refuse, after all, this could be seen as a roundabout form of unity and friendship, helping each other.

After thinking it over repeatedly, Kang Changyi instructed: "You may look at it, but if discovered you absolutely must not betray me—especially you!"

Zhang Jiaheng quickly shook his head: "If I were to sell you out, I'd get knocked down by a hundred beautiful women the moment I stepped outside!"

Kang Changyi said no more, laid the test paper flat on the table, and began clutching his stomach like a drama queen: "My stomach hurts—I'm going to the toilet, might be a while!"

Having said that, he grabbed a few sheets of scratch paper, tucked a pack of cigarettes, and left.

After entering the toilet, he chose a relatively safe spot at the back row and squatted down.

He reflected on his progress and changes over this period—not only had his physical fitness improved, but he was also increasingly able to blend in with everyone.

And all of this, aside from Lu Yang's slight guidance, is mostly due to his own innate talent, perseverance, relentless effort, diligence, overcoming all obstacles, and pressing forward bravely...

After finishing his cigarette and his bowel movement, Kang Changyi cheerfully pulled up his pants and headed back, but as soon as he reached the hallway he saw a line of people punished to stand at the doorway of the Third Squad.

Among them, Zhang Jiaheng was gesticulating wildly toward Lu Yang, explaining something with great feeling.

From time to time he glanced over here twice, looking exactly like someone about to sell himself out.

"You, come over."

Lu Yang turned his head and waved at Kang Changyi with a smiling gaze.

Kang Changyi felt a sudden sharp pain in his abdomen, as if he hadn't finished cleaning out earlier.

He turned to run, but his collar had already been seized by Lu Yang, who forcibly dragged him back...