Chapter 357

"Finally." Lu Yang raised a finger: "At the last moment, when we really can't hide it and have to tell everyone this news; we should as much as possible guide things in a good direction, to avoid the anxiety soldiers feel because of fear of water."

"For example?" He Zhen Tao pulled out a notebook and had already started taking notes.

"For example, the sea, the beach—what can you associate with them?"

"What?"

"Bikini!"

"Holy shit!"

Ma Qing'an slapped his thigh, excited enough to almost jump up.

"These guys, these guys, are a bunch of hot-blooded lads."

"Just hearing those three words, they could probably toss and turn all night."

"By then, Zhang Jiaheng's cup would probably be rubbed until it sparks."

He Zhen Tao also laughed, inevitably thinking back to when they were in the new recruit company.

They caught Zhou Kaidong and the others sneaking a look at Victoria's Secret fashion show footage in the audiovisual classroom.

"A man is a boy until death; as long as he's male and can still breathe, he can't resist the keywords beach, beautiful women, and swimwear."

Although He Zhen Tao knows the naval training grounds won't offer such scenery, giving everyone a beautiful expectation to look forward to is also good as a way to quench thirst by thinking of plums.

"Anything else?"

He Zhen Tao scribbled notes in his notebook, smiling so wide he couldn't close his mouth.

Unexpectedly, the problem that had been troubling them for days was instantly resolved as soon as Lu Yang returned.

Lu Yang: "Seafood—big shrimp, oysters, scallops, sea urchin; these are delicacies we can't get or afford inland. Even if we don't know whether they eat it that way there, at least everyone will assume that's how they eat."

"There are also promotion channels; a new field, a new environment indeed means new challenges, but likewise brings new opportunities."

"More chances to stay in the service, meritorious performance, and definitely opportunities for promotion; this will fully mobilize everyone's enthusiasm."

"Besides, the subsidies there seem higher than ours—I'm not sure, you can check; higher subsidies, more promotion opportunities, more discharge benefits—only a fool wouldn't go!"

Ma Qing'an laughed until his face creased: "It's got to be you, kid—you solved our problem in one go. Let's do as you said, start by subtly influencing through the ideological course, step by step."

Suddenly, hurried footsteps sounded outside; Liu Ziqiang rushed in from outside.

"Company commander, instructor, platoon leader—someone's come to cause trouble!"

"Cause trouble?"

In the office, the three exchanged a doubtful glance.

He Zhen Tao instinctively closed his notebook and tossed it into the drawer.

"Come on, let's go see."

On the tree-lined path outside the field, a jeep was parked.

A colonel and a lieutenant with sharp eyes were being surrounded by soldiers of the Sixth Company.

From afar one could see the indignation on the faces of Zhou Kaidong, Kang Changyi, and others.

Lu Yang wasn't sure what had happened, so he hurriedly followed Ma Qing'an forward to ask about the situation.

"Yang Battalion, what wind blew you here?"

"Oh, just happened to be passing by, so I came over to study."

"Your division's reconnaissance battalion came to our Sixth Company to study—are you sure?"

Kang Changyi said indignantly: "Company commander, they're basically here to cause trouble. Not only do they point fingers at our training, they also say we're just doing useless work, pure waste of time!"

"This kid even said that everyone here is a three-legged cat!"

Yang Yong looked embarrassed: "I didn't say that......"

"I said it."

Lan Li turned his head, staring straight at Ma Qing'an.

But more accurately, he was looking at Lu Yang behind him.

Sensing ill intent, Ma Qing'an and He Zhen Tao stood left and right in front of Lu Yang.

"Yang Battalion, if you're just passing by and there's nothing else, we won't keep you for lunch?"

"Little Ma, Lan Li speaks without thinking—he's always blunt. We really were just passing by, taking a casual look, absolutely no intention to pick a fight......"

"We're not just passing by; we came specially for him."

Yang Yong had just set up his stage when Lan Li tore it down completely.

This left him, as a superior, quite unable to save face.

"Me?"

Lu Yang pointed at himself, puzzled.

Lan Li grunted: "Originally, I wanted to match skills with you in the exercise, but you were injured and didn't participate. So I had to come here to find you."

Lu Yang: "But I don't want to match skills with you."

"Are you afraid of losing?"

"No, I just got back and can't be bothered to deal with you."

"It won't take long."

"No interest."

Lu Yang refused decisively.

He isn't some foolish protagonist from a Soldier King novel.

When someone comes over to challenge, he doesn't have to force a pretentious face-slapping show.

Although life's fun lies in showing off anywhere, one must also see if he's willing and wants to show off.

Moreover, Lu Yang still has many things to do—he not only needs to make up the training he missed, but also urgently draft the lesson plan for the ideological and political course.

Find a way to let everyone subtly and gradually accept the military reform setting, eliminating fear of the sea, of water, and of swimming.

Ma Qing'an directly issued an expulsion order: "Yang's battalion, you heard it too, Lu Yang has no time to let your soldiers play house here, so please go back."

"This......"

Yang Yong was also somewhat helpless.

Originally, according to his plan.

He wanted Lan Li to display his power in front of the Sixth Company, then force Lu Yang to step forward and challenge.

But he didn't expect Lan Li's bluntness to cause a mix‑up, directly inciting public anger.

And then encountering Lu Yang, a cotton‑ball, left him with energy not knowing where to direct it.

Seeing Lu Yang about to leave, Lan Li called him again: "Special Third Regiment is about to be reorganized into the Navy, I don't know whether you'll join the Zhencha Daitui in the future; I just want to spar with you before the Sixth Company is completely disbanded, otherwise there'll be no chance."

"What?"

"Special Third Regiment is being reorganized?"

"Sixth Company is being disbanded? Then what do we do?"

"Company Commander, Instructor, he, is what he said true, what's going on?"

Ma Qing'an and He Zhen Tao were instantly flustered, never expecting to be exposed by an outsider at this moment.

Yang Yong slapped his own face with a palm, shook his head forcefully, also didn't expect Lan Li's emotional intelligence to be this low.

Can such a thing be said publicly? Isn't it exposing someone's wound and rubbing salt into it?

Lu Yang turned amid the surrounding people's extreme unease, tension, irritability, and confusion, his fists clacking.

He pointed at Lan Li, raised his thumb, then slowly rotated it downward.

At this moment, he just wanted to pin this foul‑mouthed bastard to the ground and beat him until he was bruised.