Chapter 353: So Soft, So Comfortable, So Snug

"Wow, new shoes~"

"Wow, new uniform~"

"Wow, new pants~"

Cheng Jun got off the vehicle and opened the back door of the truck.

A huge, neatly stacked pile of training shoes and training uniforms made the entire Special Service Company's soldiers' eyes light up, their mouths watering.

The sight was no less than that of a lecher, diving headfirst into a sea of colorful flowers.

"Everyone stay calm, line up, each person..."

"Charge, brothers!"

Before Cheng Jun could finish speaking, the surging crowd shoved him to the side.

A massive wave of Armed Police soldiers surged toward the inside of the truck like a giant wave.

There was no time to check sizes or models; they snatched a set and ran, fearing that a moment's delay would let someone else take it.

Cheng Jun clutched his old back, watching the crowd that rivaled a supermarket line for eggs, and truly didn't know what to say.

"Squad Leader Cheng, why are you here?"

Lu Yang stepped forward to greet him.

He knew the regiment would be delivering supplies within the next two days.

But he hadn't expected that Cheng Jun would be the one in charge of escorting the cargo.

Cheng Jun explained, "I'm no longer in the Sixth Company; I'm now handling inventory in the regiment's Logistics Warehouse. The higher-ups assigned me to deliver the goods, so I came over."

He turned his head to glance at the chaos beside him: "I should have brought two bodyguards; these guys are too crazy, almost stepped on my car. How about you, feeling better?"

Lu Yang chuckled, "Great, now I can split five bricks at once, and I can also perform a golden spear Throat Lock."

"So impressive?"

"Do you want to see? I can give you a live showcase?"

Lu Yang was eager to show off in front of Cheng Jun.

Cheng Jun quickly shook his head to refuse; he didn't want to watch those high‑risk performances.

Cheng Jun wasn't clear on the "entangled grudges" between Lu Yang and these old soldiers, but he crossed his arms and deliberately asked, "I haven't quite figured it out; aside from the 07‑style combat boots looking similar, the camouflage uniforms still have some differences."

"Why does the regiment send the gear that should belong to us here? Don't they replace their equipment every year?"

Lu Yang shrugged, "Maybe they think our uniforms look good and want to dress up prettily."

Cheng Jun: "Probably not, right?"

"Wow, the new shoes really are different—so soft, so comfortable, so snug; from now on, no matter how much foot sweat there is, I won't worry about leaks!"

"They look identical, yet why do I feel that Old Lu's combat boots are made of better material and crafted more meticulously?"

"Honestly, the foot feel is different, huh? And this camouflage uniform feels more comfortable to the touch than what we wear."

"Look, look—once you put on this camouflage uniform and attach our arm badge, you'd think we've switched to a brand‑new pattern."

Paper boxes and packaging bags were scattered all over the ground.

The soldiers who grabbed the new gear couldn't wait and immediately changed into them.

Squad Leader Chen took off his training shoes wrapped in tape and paper, and, with a disgusted face, tossed them aside.

The moment his feet stepped into the shoe shells, a tingling numbness made him roll his eyes, feeling as comfortable as if struck by electricity.

He felt as if his whole body were standing on cotton, as if he were about to float, as if he were about to fly.

"What are you doing?"

Squad Leader Chen turned his head to look at the Eighth Squad Leader who had lifted him from the ground.

The Eighth Squad Leader chuckled and said he would let him experience a feeling like flying.

Then the two held hands, gazing affectionately at each other, and broke into a waltz.

Even a squad's soldiers tiptoed at the side looking for a feel; as they kept stepping, the rhythm suddenly fell into a unified beat.

A squad's members each grabbed the opposite hand—left hand holding right, right hand holding left—standing on tiptoes, they performed a macho swan dance in front of everyone.

The cheerful atmosphere was so infectious that later Lu Yang and the others were pulled in and danced together.

Seeing the shiny new shoes on everyone's feet, Lu Yang smiled; a soldier's happiness can be that plain and simple.

Not far away, in the corridor of the Company Commander's office building, Company Commander Feng Yishan lit a cigarette and looked toward Regiment Commander Li.

"Commander, our route isn't bad, right?"

"......"

Regiment Commander Li's eyes flickered; he hadn't expected the other side's method to be so reckless, actually managing to run to the Army for assistance.

Recalling that earlier he had planned to use a platoon's new equipment, swapping a few good soldiers from here, he felt an urge to find a gap to slip through.

"Hey, why the rush? You've been here for so many days, and we never properly arranged a meal for you."

"Besides Lu Yang, this kid ate hot pot with the battalion commander and watched a performance."

"Your regiment solved our urgent foot‑burning problem; we must arrange a meal for you."

"Cheng Jun, right? Don't leave either; give a call back and tell them, stay tonight for dinner; it's only proper, we must fulfill our host's courtesy!"

Originally, Cheng Jun had brought the shoes and clothes over, intending also to pull Lu Yang and the others back.

But he couldn't refuse the Special Service Company's overwhelming hospitality, so he had to call back for instructions.

After receiving permission, everyone packed their belongings back and prepared to leave early tomorrow.

Since it was the last day, no training was scheduled; Ding Tengfei, Kong Long, Wan Baoshan and their group all went to the Ninth Squad in the afternoon to play poker with Squad Leader Chen.

It was Cheng Jun's first time at an Armed Police unit, and, curious about this kindred place, Lu Yang led him on a tour.

"This feeling is truly marvelous; even though we're not the same unit, we're all soldiers, all troops, the barracks look pretty much the same, even the training fields and equipment grounds look alike."

"What have you all learned here, is there anything we don't know?"

"I've learned a lot."

Lu Yang just went through the motions empty-handed.

Black Dragon Eighteen Hands, three strikes per second, and how to properly circulate qi in hard qigong.

Although Lu Yang's progress is rapid, he's only studied for half a month; to a true master, he's at most a beginner.

However, every move of Lu Yang exudes a crisp efficiency, replacing his innate scholarly air with the vigorous, fierce, and ruthless vigor characteristic of the armed police.

Of course, it could also be a transformation after life-and-death battles; in any case, Cheng Jun feels that Lu Yang has become different.

Whether with the sniper training team or just having left the company, the feeling he gives people is completely different.

That sincerity remains, but his eyes have gained some sharpness.

This is the transformation of a soldier after undergoing many trials, and also his performance after receiving another promotion.

"Lu Yang."

Cheng Jun stood there, watching Lu Yang, bathed in golden sunset, tirelessly explaining the miraculous principles of hard qigong to him.

"What's up?"

After being interrupted, Lu Yang paused.

Cheng Jun laughed and shook his head, the words he wanted to say never left his mouth.

He wanted to ask, if the Special Third Regiment were gone, what would your feelings be?

But when it came to his lips, it turned into "Are you hungry? Want to go check the cafeteria to see if the food is ready?"

Lu Yang smiled broadly and nodded firmly: "Let's go together and see what's good to eat. I'll tell you, the portions here are huge; the soldiers here pile their rice into mountains, filling the plate until it overflows."

"Hahaha, who could finish it all?"

"You can finish it; how could you not? Sometimes you even get seconds!"