Chapter 334: No matter who leaves the Sixth Company, it remains Iron Foot

Lu Yang asked: "Company, is everything alright?"

Ma Qing'an nodded: "All good, the new recruits have also been assigned to the company and are adapting well. The Training Section of the regiment was greatly shocked by your assessment reforms and innovations, coming to the company several times just to have a good talk with you."

"I thought you were still recuperating in the hospital and sent you away."

"What about LiMin?"

Lu Yang had a deep impression of this new recruit.

As an outstanding athlete of this batch, he thinks quickly and is very clever.

The key is, when encountering danger, he can grit his teeth and persevere.

Even though his ankle was swollen, he could still persist in completing the task assigned by Lu Yang, and together with Liu Ziqiang, he escorted the pregnant woman down the mountain.

Ma Qing'an said with a smile: "I knew you'd ask about him; that soldier is indeed good, he has already been commended by the regiment; now he's in your third squad, let Zhou Kaidong lead him."

"That kid is very diligent and hardworking; Zhou Kaidong said he asked many questions about what you were like when you were a new recruit."

"They also want to take you as a role model, hoping to be like you, to stay early as a non-commissioned officer, as a squad leader......"

He Zhen Tao took over the conversation: "That soldier's foundation is indeed solid; we plan to send him to the training battalion next year to cultivate him as a backbone; what do you think?"

Lu Yang: "Why not send him this year? I think his ability is sufficient; no need to wait until next year."

He Zhen Tao glanced at Ma Qing'an, pondered for a moment, then nodded: "Alright, since you say he can, let's give it a try; sending him straight to the training battalion after joining the company is indeed rare; we may need to say hello later."

"Well, I almost forgot—when you were still a new recruit, Gao Feng sent you to the training battalion to sharpen your marksmanship."

After a brief chat, learning that everything in the company was fine, Lu Yang felt more at ease.

Back when he was a private, then a non-commissioned officer, he didn't think too much; he just needed to finish his assigned duties.

Now that he has become a lieutenant platoon leader, he constantly worries that his absence will disrupt the work below.

Kang Changyi is the best example; without someone keeping him in check, this kid immediately starts acting arrogant and smug.

Moreover, that cup is not a fuel-saving lamp either; I don't know if Zhou Kaidong alone can keep him in check.

"By the way, company commander, can I participate in next month's exercise?"

"You're injured like this; the doctor said you need at least two months before you can get out of bed—do you think you can participate?"

Lu Yang immediately felt disappointed: "But I also want to contribute something for the company, for the regiment."

His eyes lit up, he boldly supposed: "Company commander, instructor, could the exercise be postponed, letting the division arrange our regiment for the final drill? That way I might barely manage to catch up; then you could set up a machine-gun emplacement for me, and I'll just stand guard and fire away."

The two exchanged a knowing smile; He Zhen Tao even lightly tapped Lu Yang's head: "Exercise, how could it be postponed? Do you think the army is your family's or mine?"

Lu Yang instantly became somewhat gloomy.

Everyone is actively training, striving to prepare for the exercise.

While he, as a platoon leader, lies in the hospital ward resting, watching TV, sleeping long.

This feeling makes him unhappy; he wishes to fight side by side with everyone, wanting to contribute to the Special Third Regiment.

Ma Qing'an earnestly looked at him: "Lu Yang, you must know one thing: the earth will turn regardless of who is gone; the Sixth Company, even if someone leaves, remains that Iron Foot, still a unit with formidable combat strength."

"The exercise tests the overall military quality from top to bottom; the date has long been set, naturally it cannot be changed."

"And you, having already endured the test in real combat—four against one, you turned the tables on three—such a record even made the elite of the division's reconnaissance battalion gasp."

"So for now, just focus on recuperating in the hospital; wait for us to bring back the good news of victory and share it with you."

Lu Yang felt helpless, could only accept—this is what they call gain and loss.

Although his recovery speed is already far beyond ordinary people, he still needs at least one and a half months.

Meanwhile, the exercise will start in over a month; he definitely won't make it; even if he were allowed to go, he would only be a burden to others.

As Ma Qing'an said, the earth turns regardless of who leaves; the Iron Foot remains a heroic company of steel backbone and unyielding spirit.

Lu Yang previously always thought that as a reborn person, he certainly obtained the protagonist's script, that nothing could happen without him.

But after thinking it over, the army has never been a stage for one person; it is the norm for a hundred flowers to bloom and a hundred boats to race.

When a group of spirited youths decide to don military uniforms and enter the camp, gripping steel rifles to defend home and country, from that moment they each become the protagonists of their own lives.

Only the direction, route, and purpose of exploring the army differ, the experiences and people differ, but the inner sincerity and passion, as well as that fearless courage, are the same.

Ma Qing'an stood up: "Alright, we won't disturb you further; there are still matters in the unit, we'll head back first; you rest well."

He Zhen Tao: "Later, once the merits are confirmed, we'll call you. Considering your current situation, it's very likely a group of senior officials will personally come to the hospital to present you with an honorary medal."

Lu Yang felt an itchy anticipation, already unable to wait, eager to see that first-class merit honorary medal as soon as possible.

Ma Qing'an and He Zhen Tao escorted the shameless Kang Changyi away like they were escorting a criminal.

In the following days, one of Lu Yang's arms could already move.

The other arm, because a chunk of flesh was shaved off by a bullet, still needs to wait a bit.

Because lying in bed unable to move, eating, drinking, urinating, and defecating all require someone's care, making him feel like he's in prison.

In the morning, during rounds, the nurse, Lu Yang proactively said: "Hello comrade, could you get me a notebook and a pen?"

The nurse curiously asked: "What do you need these for?"

"To practice writing."

"The doctor said so?"

"Yeah, let me move my fingers more; they said it can stimulate nerve cells and speed up recovery."

"Oh oh oh, then wait, I'll go get it."

Actually the doctor never said that; it was just Lu Yang making it up.

However, as long as it's not strenuous exercise, there won't be any major problems.

Soon, paper and pen were delivered; Lu Yang had the nurse help him raise the bed's head angle a bit and placed a pillow behind his back.

Lu Yang held the pen in his mouth, gazing at the outside scenery in a daze, preparing to use this hospitalization period to properly conceive the military novel he had long wanted to write, to pass the boring time.

Although in his previous life he had read many novels, making him a fairly seasoned bookworm.

But truly putting pen to paper is not an easy task.

"Tsk, what content should I write?"

"Trashy broken engagement trope? No, too cliché?"

"A master descending the mountain? Too exaggerated, and it's not high martial arts...."

"Soldier King? Soldier King is a bit too exaggerated, otherwise... write BL?"

"Lu Yang hurriedly shook his head, flinging that terrifying idea away,"

"Using that subject to write military life, just thinking about it makes him feel terrified."

"After racking his brains and pondering hard all day, Lu Yang still couldn't settle on a theme."

"Suddenly, a flash of inspiration struck his mind, and he had an idea!"

"Let's write a story from an ordinary person's perspective of joining the military, rising step by step!"

"Traditional, slow-burn, but it needs to be enduring, needs to have passion, and have bonds!"

"Lu Yang picked up the pen in his hand, somewhat clumsily, and wrote a line on the notebook."

"The title would be: 'Just who taught you to be a new recruit like this?'"

"Heh heh heh, what should the pen name be?"