Chapter 363: You Offended Lu Yang and Still Expect It to Be Fine?

Buzz, buzz, buzz~

A green‑headed housefly was attracted by the scent and flew in through the vent.

It first landed on a chocolate sundae, rubbed its hands and feet, and enjoyed a little feast.

Then it took off again, flying toward a man wearing a gas mask and holding a Stopwatch.

But before it could get close, the man waved it away in advance, so the fly circled several times in the air and finally landed on the tip of the nose of a fellow whose mouth was puffed like a toad and whose face was flushed red.

Ha!

Zhang Jiaheng's nose itched terribly; he couldn't hold it in and broke his composure, breathing in large gulps.

But the foul stench in the dry latrine instantly delivered an uppercut to him, leaving his head dazed and causing a wave of nauseous dry retching.

Lu Yang's teasing voice came from behind the gas mask: "Zhang Feiji couldn't hold his breath, add two more groups for everyone!".

Damn!

Feiji brother, you're so useless, you can't even hold your breath!

Haven't you heard that? The shorter the breath‑hold, the weaker that ability; you need to stiffen up!

Complaining voices kept rising, and Zhang Jiaheng became the target of everyone's criticism again, unable to defend himself.

Lu Yang didn't waste words, directly picking up the Stopwatch to time again; everyone must hold their breath for one minute.

In a Platoon of about thirty people, if even one fails to meet the standard and sneaks a breath, they add two more groups.

As a result, the originally fifteen‑minute training ended up lasting almost an hour in this stench‑filled latrine, still not finished.

This led to other Platoons coming to defecate or urinate during training, resulting in socially mortifying situations.

Taking a dump while being watched by a Platoon of thirty‑plus is no different from flashing at a crossroads.

Whoa, that's spectacular!

During the process, Ma Qing'an came over to pee and casually checked the training.

Seeing it all so proper, he couldn't stop grinning.

He admired Lu Yang's ingenious ideas; what kind of devil could think of practicing breath‑holding in a latrine?

Lu Yang: "First Platoon's training is almost over, Second and Third Platoon's breathing exercises are also nearly done; later we can just rotate, switch to Second Platoon?"

Ma Qing'an: "Why bother swapping shifts? This latrine isn't too cramped. I think your idea is good and effective; let's have the Whole Company train together, and anyone who can't fit just stand on the trench."

Pfft!

Ma Qing'an's words made the entire First Platoon lose their composure.

Lu Yang was already being quite unscrupulous, but he didn't expect the Company Commander to be even more so.

Moreover, Ma Qing'an expanded on Lu Yang's idea, suggesting they could find two particularly smelly feet and place the shoes and socks in front of everyone.

Within the set time, inhaling is forbidden; anyone who inhales will get to truly experience what "extreme sourness" feels like.

Lu Yang raised his thumb, silently praising the Company Commander's brilliance; Ma Qing'an waved his hand, saying "I'm humbled, I'm humbled."

The two were cunning as foxes, while only the Sixth Company soldiers trembled with fear.

Ugh!

Ugh, ugh~!

The day‑long dry latrine breath‑holding training finally ended.

In the not‑very‑large latrine, people streamed out one after another like beans poured from a bamboo tube.

The Sixth Company's open‑air latrine had never been imagined to host such a high‑level gathering of so many people.

An entire Whole Company packed the latrine to the brim, almost a human crush, standing there practicing breath‑holding.

Even veteran Zhou Kaidong got hit repeatedly, feeling every pore on his body assaulted by the foul odor multiple times.

It's not that his lung capacity is insufficient, nor that he doesn't want to honestly complete the training; but when you're seriously immersed, the people in front of him—Kang Changyi, Liu Ziqiang and the others—have heads puffed up like red balloons, and that sight just makes you unable to hold back laughter.

"This move is too vicious, whose family practices breath‑holding like this!"

"If anyone now threw a string of firecrackers into the pit, the Whole Company would be wiped out!"

"I think, Brother Yang this is a personal vendetta; he must know we've been quietly speaking ill of him behind his back, so he's deliberately pranking us?"

"Do we even need to ask? Of course! Brother Yang has always been a lazy, rotten guy, and after returning from the Armed Police, his skill has gone up another level!"

"Shh, don't let him hear that; the abbot is very petty..."

Lu Yang, walking at the front, twitched his ear and, without showing any emotion, headed toward the Cafeteria.

"Hard‑standing Whole Company, hard‑standing soldiers~"

At dusk, Sixth Company soldiers finished daytime training and lined up neatly at the Cafeteria entrance.

They still sang the song "Hard‑standing Whole Company"; the tune is rousing, catchy, and matches their Iron Foot spirit.

Lu Yang wore a red arm cuff; as today's duty officer, he gathered his force like a conductor, then, at the Company Commander's signal, spoke up.

"Before we eat, the Company Commander asked me to say a few words, so I'll say a few; today is the first day of adaptive training, everyone performed well, the average breath‑hold reached one minute."

"That shows our lung capacity is still decent; all these years of training haven't been wasted and have laid a solid foundation for our bodies."

"I believe that with continuous training, everyone's breath‑hold time still has great room for improvement; therefore, similar drills will recur."

"......"

Clearly, Lu Yang on the steps was speaking inspiring words.

But for some reason, everyone thought two sharp red horns had sprouted on his head.

Like a little devil, he grinned mischievously, rubbing his hands and announcing: this is the fate of those who gossip and speak ill of me behind my back, hee hee hee~

Ma Qing'an took over: "Alright, that's enough, everyone's starving, line up in order to eat."

Starting with the first class, they entered the Cafeteria in order.

But when everyone rushed inside, eager to see what delicious dinner awaited, they saw the junior duty officer's pallid face.

Especially after seeing the food on the tables, everyone became extremely terrified.

Even Squad Leader Zhou Kaidong, a veteran who had seen the world, couldn't help but tremble.

Others felt their stomachs churn violently, as if acid were about to rise.

"Sit."

Duty officer Lu Yang, after the company commander and instructor had sat down, shouted.

The soldiers sat down together, but looking at the food on their trays, each person's expression showed a lump of kneaded clay.

The Sixth Company used a split-meal system, each person having a stainless steel tray; besides rice, the dishes were particularly unusual.

There was thick gravy curry stewed potatoes and chicken chunks; the drawback was that the potatoes and chicken had melted away, and a bit too much soy sauce was added, making the color a little dark and looking a little thin.

Then there was deep-fried crispy pork, but the pieces were much thicker, each one obviously over-fried; they looked very dry, covered in wrinkles.

Especially the black sesame seeds sprinkled on top, which looked like tiny green-headed flies, killing one's appetite.

There were two vegetables; namely, slimy, yellowish enoki mushroom stewed pumpkin.

The other was bright red amaranth, with the red braising sauce flowing into the other compartments.

Mixed together with the curry and rice, just a glance would give a strong feeling of nausea.

What should have been a hearty meal turned into everyone staring at each other, no one moving their chopsticks; even Ma Qing'an and He Zhen Tao looked utterly disgusted, not knowing where to start.

"Come on, why aren't you eating?"

As soon as Lu Yang's words fell, someone took the lead and picked up their chopsticks.

The sounds of eating and chewing rose, but everyone ate with great discomfort.

Kang Changyi even went so far as to close his eyes and shovel food into his mouth, fearing to imagine anything bad.