Chapter 379: Everyone Here Is a Happy Color!

"I can't go on, running, I can't run, I need to rest for a while......"

"Can't stop!"

On the Seventh Company training ground, Gao Feng, panting and clutching his waist, gradually slowed his pace.

Ding Tengfei stepped back beside him, taking his rifle to lighten the load: "You're our Seventh Company's Company Commander; anyone can say they can't, but you can't! Hurry up and run, quickly!"

Gao Feng gasped, glaring at him: "How old are you, how old am I? I'm thirty; how could my physical abilities possibly surpass those of your eighteen- or nineteen-year-old lads?"

Ding Tengfei: "Then you have to train even harder; this plan was originally approved by you, and now you aren't carrying it out—aren't you being a bully?"

"I—I'll be a bully then, what of it? I'm the Company Commander, I have privileges!"

"If the Seventh Company is gone, this Company Commander is just a name without substance."

Ding Tengfei's words struck directly at Gao Feng's lungs.

He was already out of breath, and now it felt even more clogged.

"Run quickly, fast! You let me supervise you; I'm now carrying out your order!"

"Then I issue an order now: you don't have to supervise me; you run your own, and I take a short rest... okay?"

"No!"

Ding Tengfei gave Gao Feng no chance to slack off.

Before, it was the Company Commander who pushed him; now it's finally his turn to push the Company Commander, how could he possibly let such an opportunity slip?

"Company Commander, you'd better take the initiative; don't force me to use the way you once treated me on you?"

"What way? How did I treat you?"

"Retreat, must retreat! Can't even outrun others in a run, a rotten, cowardly soldier!"

Ding Tengfei, mimicking Gao Feng's tone, beard bristling and eyes glaring, shouted: "One pot of mouse droppings spoils a whole broth; seeing you makes me angry, a rotten mud that can't even stick to a wall!"

Gao Feng almost spat blood from anger: "I used to be like this?"

Ding Tengfei nodded: "You've said things even more outrageous than this before."

Gao Feng waved his hand broadly and stealthily walked toward the side: "Impossible, absolutely impossible; I'm famously fond of my soldiers like children, famously good-tempered!"

Seeing the Company Commander trying to dodge and shirk training, Ding Tengfei lunged, grabbed him, and hauled him back onto the track.

"Can't slack off; the more you slack, the less you want to move; when I was at the training camp of Class Ten, it was the same. If you slack, I'll be lax because of you!"

"The Seventh Company may be gone, but our hard bones remain; if the others in the Seventh Company saw you like this, they'd be very disappointed!"

"Company Commander, you need to pull yourself together; you used to criticize my drive, now you have to bring that out!"

Gao Feng was left truly at a loss.

He wasn't neglecting training, nor sincerely trying to slack.

It was simply because he slept without a blanket last night, his belly got cold.

He rushed to the bathroom several times in the early morning, his legs went weak, and he couldn't run at all.

As the stubborn backbone of the Seventh Company, how could he tell Ding Tengfei that he had diarrhea which weakened his legs, thus lacking the energy to run?

"Alright, alright, I'm scared of you. Can't I run? Can't I run?"

"That's better; I'm breaking the wind ahead, you caught up."

Gao Feng, trailing behind Ding Tengfei, was both laughing and crying.

He never dreamed that one day he would be "pushed" by the very soldier he once looked down upon the most.

With the Seventh Company gone, he was very sad, and during the first few days, he experienced severe maladjustment.

He would be woken by nightmares at night, dreaming of falling into a ten‑thousand‑foot abyss with no one to rescue him.

Gradually, he readjusted his mindset, rejoined the training, and prepared for new challenges.

Ding Tengfei, however, was in far better condition, perhaps because he hadn't been in the Seventh Company long, or maybe due to Lu Yang's infectious influence, he radiated great enthusiasm.

Even without an audience, cheers, or anyone noticing, he would still strictly hold himself to his previous standards as much as possible.

Moreover, they mutually supervise each other to prevent the Company Commander's mindset from slipping.

"Come on, one more lap!"

Ding Tengfei shouted a breath‑like cheer and led the sprint.

Gao Feng had the spirit, but his uncooperative stomach rumbled again, so he had to slow his pace.

At that moment, a figure sprinted toward them, waving vigorously while running: "Old Gao, Old Gao, something's wrong, big trouble!"

Seeing the adjacent camp, the deputy Company Commander in charge of guarding the Eighth Company rushed over in a panic; Gao Feng and Ding Tengfei, drenched in sweat, walked over together.

"What happened, what's the matter?"

"Lu Yang, Lu Yang—he's gone to the Zhencha Daitui!"

"......"

With those words, Gao Feng let out a helpless sigh.

Ding Tengfei showed a hint of relieved resignation.

The two had long anticipated that the Division wouldn't release people easily.

After keeping them, they'd surely be sent to the Zhencha Daitui for training.

After all, that unit is the Division's most elite and offers the most opportunities.

Thinking back, Gao Feng had fought tooth and nail, only to become a wedding dress for the Sixth Company; now, the Division's Zhencha Daitui has plucked the peach, and he felt a sigh of regret.

"Go ahead, it's fine that he went; he'll get more attention and better cultivation; it's also a spark left for our Special Third Regiment within the Division."

"No, no, you misunderstood!"

The Eighth Company's deputy Company Commander waved his hand forcefully, hurriedly explaining: "Lu Yang wasn't transferred to the Zhencha Daitui; he went there to..."

Gao Feng was instantly dumbfounded: "Smash the venue, smash what venue?"

The Eighth Company's deputy Company Commander: "I don't know either; I just heard it from others; they said earlier at the Zhencha Daitui's gate, there was someone riding a very flashy red motorcycle, revving the engine at the sentry with a blaring 'ang ang ang', attitude extremely arrogant!"

A red motorcycle, with a flashy look, instantly popped into Gao Feng's mind his big uncle's very flashy Ducati!

That bike hadn't been taken away yet, it stayed in the Sixth Company camp, the keys were in Lu Yang's hands, and he was keeping them!

Gao Feng's mind buzzed: "What on earth is Lu Yang up to, is he crazy, why did he run to the Zhencha Daitui to provoke?"

Deputy Company Commander of the Eighth Company: "How would I know? I just heard about it and rushed over to tell you."

"Can't you make a phone call?"

"I called, you didn't answer!"

"Damn, I left my phone in the dorm, let's go, let's go, hurry back and see what's up?"

Without a word, Gao Feng took Ding Tengfei onto the bike and sped toward the Division.

On the road, Ding Tengfei furrowed his brows, thought seriously for a while, then said, "Lu Yang isn't doing it for himself!"

Gao Feng focused on driving, didn't get his meaning: "What?"

Ding Tengfei said seriously, "Our Regiment lost a previous exercise because the Zhencha Daitui joined, which indirectly caused the whole Regiment to be reorganized; last month, people from the Zhencha Daitui went to the Sixth Company to provoke, and it got very unpleasant."

"Lu Yang wants to make a final proof for the Special Third Regiment, to demand an explanation for the Sixth Company, and give all the soldiers of the Special Third Regiment who were reorganized a proper vent for their anger!"

Gao Feng's previously impatient demeanor gradually faded, turning into a calm composure.

He casually pulled a cigarette from the pack, and when he put it in his mouth, he couldn't help but smile.

As a respectable Company Commander, he lacked the ability and the courage to do it; in the end a "young kid" would stand up for them, venting the whole Regiment's anger.

This absurd yet gratifying feeling was truly strange, something he had never experienced before.

At a forward intersection, Gao Feng suddenly swerved hard, turned the vehicle around, leaving Ding Tengfei looking bewildered.

"Weren't we heading to the Zhencha Daitui? Why turn around?"

"All the people left behind in the Regiment, however many there are, must be called up, and we'll all go support him!"

Gao Feng, with a cigarette between his lips, lifted his corner of the mouth: "We still need to go to the Sixth Company, then back to the Regiment to get something—something extremely, extremely important!"

Ding Tengfei's eyes lit up, as if he had already guessed what it was.

At the same time, Xiong Yao drove with Division Commander Luo and Zheng Chengfeng and arrived at the Zhencha Daitui's gate.

The sentry at the gate, upon seeing Xiong Yao and the senior officer in the back seat, immediately saluted, raised his weapon, and let them pass.

The vehicle moved forward slowly, and from a distance a flash of bright red appeared in the view.

The brilliant paint scheme formed a strong visual contrast with the primarily simple and minimalist architecture.

The car pulled over, Xiong Yao was the first to get out, and from afar he saw a noisy crowd ahead and Lu Yang surrounded in the middle.

After getting out, Division Commander Luo let out a cold snort, internally very displeased with Lu Yang's reckless behavior.

More importantly, he thought this was letting the Navy people see their own joke.

"Shall we take a look?"

Zheng Chengfeng's expression remained normal, and he proactively suggested going to see.

Division Commander Luo had no objection; after all, Xiong Yao had already called ahead and given notice.

No matter what Lu Yang's purpose this time, the final outcome would inevitably be self‑inflicted trouble.

Consider it a way to temper his temperament, to blunt the youth's sharpness.

But as Division Commander Luo and the two others were about to approach, they saw an astonishing scene unfold before them.

"Don't act impulsively, don't get excited!"

"I'm here not to target Lan Li, nor am I saying he's incompetent!"

"I just want to represent our Special Third Regiment, represent our Iron Foot, to prove one thing......"

Lu Yang, under the angry gazes, stretched his neck, thrust his chin out, and with a very irritating expression said, "Prove that your Zhencha Daitui is no match; prove that every one of you sitting here is a laughingstock!"