Chapter 381: Lu Yang, You

A troop‑transport truck sped fire‑and‑fury toward the gate of the Division's Zhencha Daitui.

The sentry on guard stepped out beyond the yellow warning line and raised his hand to stop the vehicle.

The truck decelerated and halted; ten‑something men leapt from the gray‑covered cargo bed.

The highest‑ranking officer was a Major, accompanied by several Captains, Company Commanders and Deputy Company Commanders.

Gao Feng and Ding Tengfei also got off the vehicle, each holding a flagpole.

The two flags were the regiment flag of the Special Third Regiment and the company flag of the Iron Foot Sixth Company.

A military flag is a unit's spirit symbol, the most morale‑boosting emblem on the battlefield.

Gao Feng clenched his stomach, turned back, fetched the two items, and rallied the remaining duty personnel; he wanted to tell Lu Yang not to be afraid, that we stand behind him, the Special Third Regiment is always here!

"Stop! What are you doing? You can't just barge in here!"

"Move aside, I'm a special‑grade chef, we need to get in!"

A plump Cook Squad Leader flashed his freshly earned special‑grade chef certificate and tried to push inside.

He was kicked in the stomach, bounced back like a rubber ball with a Duang— and flew back the way he came.

The lead sentry spat out, "What the hell was that, scared the shit out of me, you damn…!"

The Cook Squad Leader stared at the forty‑three‑centimeter footprint on his belly, hopping angrily, "That's over the line—insulting is fine, but don't add 'dead' to it, you guys better not eat the Cook Squad's rice!"

Several sentries glanced upward, as if he were farting.

"It's not our rice you're eating, nor our unit's grain."

The highest‑ranking Major stepped forward politely.

"Comrades, don't misunderstand us; we just came to look for someone, nothing more."

"Looking for whom?"

"Lu Yang."

"No, we've never heard of him, don't know him."

Seeing the other side deny outright, Gao Feng tried to argue, but the Major stopped him.

Though Gao Feng was the Seventh Company Commander, he was not the highest‑ranking officer present, so the negotiation fell outside his remit.

The Colonel said calmly, "It's the guy who rode a motorcycle this morning to your place, revving 'ang ang ang' at the gate. We're his comrades and leaders, we came to find him…"

The lead sentry sized him up and asked, "Who are you?"

"Oh, I'm a staff officer of the Special Third Regiment, here's my ID."

"Not looking."

The sentry tossed the ID back, saying, "Staff without a commander, even a fart makes no sound; all step back, take one more step forward, and bear the consequences!"

"The staff brings no leader; even a fart makes no sound; everyone fall back, then take one step forward, and bear the consequences!"

The Major staff officer was about to curse his mother when the sentries' gun‑grabbing motion cut him off.

These guys aren't ordinary sentries; each is an elite selected from the grassroots units.

They're not only battle‑hardened but may have cooperated with police, the People's Armed Police, and even the Army Special Operations in real combat missions.

Frankly, even the gate‑watch soldiers of the Zhencha Daitui are prized gems in a frontline company, absolute top‑class talent.

Their own strength gives them great confidence, and the gold‑plated badge of being directly under the Division lets them ignore rank gaps entirely, never needing to watch anyone's face.

The sentry, solemn, said, "According to regulations, without higher‑up approval or a liaison, unauthorized personnel may not step into the Zhencha Daitui. If you force your way in, we won't be polite."

The sentinel said solemnly, "According to unit regulations, without higher‑up approval and without a liaison, idle persons may not step a single step into the Zhencha Daitui; if you insist on forcing your way in, then we truly won't be courteous!"

They had come to cheer Lu Yang, but couldn't even get through the gate.

Ding Tengfei grew impatient and stepped forward, demanding, "If Lu Yang can get in, why can't we?"

The sentry glanced at him, "Correct your mistake: he wasn't 'let in'; he was detained by us. He revved his bike at our gate, which we took as a provocation."

Ding Tengfei's face reddened; he slowly lowered his head, then mimicked a motorcycle engine sound.

"Ang, ang ang, ang ang ang…"

"Ang you old man, you idiot?!"

The sentry shoved Ding Tengfei's head aside, pointed at the others, and ordered them to scram immediately, or forced measures would follow.

Seeing both soft and hard tactics fail, the Major turned to Gao Feng, shook his head, signaling not to widen the conflict and to think of another way.

Reluctantly, they parked the truck a little farther away and discussed a solution.

"I have an idea: we don't have to go inside their unit to cheer them on, right?"

"I have an idea—cheering and rallying doesn't have to involve entering their unit, does it?"

"I've been to the Zhencha Daitui; opposite the south wall is the training field. Earlier I saw Lao Ma's red Ducati, meaning the person is on the field; we can just raise the flag and wave it vigorously!"

"Exactly, with such a conspicuous flag, Lu Yang will definitely see it and feel our support!"

"Yeah, with such a conspicuous flag, Lu Yang will surely see it and surely feel our intention!"

"Let's do it!"

Soon, the group arrived at the south side of the Zhencha Daitui's wall.

As the Division's only unit that handles real combat missions, its secrecy requirements are naturally higher.

The wall was embedded with shattered glass, topped with barbed‑wire mesh, and even stood twenty‑to‑thirty centimeters taller than ordinary units.

"I can feel Lu Yang is on the playground behind the wall; let's raise the flag higher so he can see it and boost his fighting spirit!"

"I can sense that Lu Yang is on the playground behind the wall; let's raise the flag a little higher so he can see it and boost his fighting spirit!"

Ding Tengfei stood on a stone tiptoeing, hoisting the Sixth Company banner, the four characters "Iron Foot Company" fluttering in the wind.

Gao Feng raised the regiment flag, swinging it forcefully, letting the five characters "Great Merit Special Third Regiment" drift with the breeze.

Seeing the two flags appear, everyone present was moved.

Seeing the two flags appear, everyone present was moved.

The bits and pieces of the past, as well as the tumultuous years gone by, seem vividly before my eyes.

The lieutenant lifted his head, hot tears welling up: "Old regiment commander, do you see? Our regiment hasn't disbanded; the spirit of our regiment that never admits defeat has always been here!"

Gao Feng growled low: "Lu Yang, you're not alone!"

"Huh?"

Ding Tengfei paused, feeling as if he were being scolded.

Gao Feng: "You're not fighting alone; we're behind you! You must win, you must regain our regiment's honor, you must vent the regiment's resentment!"

"The Sixth Company will win, the Special Third Regiment will win!"

"Ding Tengfei, send Lu Yang a text, tell him to look toward the wall, tell him he must fight for honor."

"Okay!"

Ding Tengfei handed the flag to someone else to wave, pulled out his phone, and sent Lu Yang a text message.

Almost at the same time, on a small training field behind the regiment headquarters several hundred meters away, Lu Yang, who was doing warm‑up exercises, pulled out his phone and glanced at it.

He then looked around, saw nothing, and found none of the surprise Ding Tengfei's text had mentioned.

Earlier, he had indeed been surrounded on the main drill field; however, the reconnaissance battalion's 400‑meter obstacle course was in the small training field to the south.

That is to say, his current position is far north or south of Gao Feng and the others, with several high‑rise buildings in between, so he cannot see the two morale‑boosting presences.

"Kid, you still have the mind to stare blankly; later I'll let you know what it means to be vast and profound."

At the starting point of the 400‑meter obstacle course, the impatient‑looking veteran with thinning hair, a second‑term old soldier who seemed to be the son of a deceased acquaintance, shouted harsh words at Lu Yang.

Lu Yang took off his cap, showed his scalp, and said: "I'll let you know what it means to have thick, black hair, and what it means to never have to worry about baldness."

Pfft!

A knife stabbed fiercely into the atrium.

That second‑term squad leader's vision went dark, his chest ached faintly, as if blood were dripping.

"Squad Leader Niu, hold on, you must hold on!"

"Your hair will grow back; later it will definitely come out. I have a folk remedy—try it later!"

"Oh no, looks like a critical hit! Lu Yang, you actually struck our Squad Leader Niu's weak spot—he just got dumped by his girlfriend because of his hair loss, you're terrible!"

Faced with the indignant crowd, Lu Yang wore an innocent expression.

"I'm just saying, being dumped might not be because of hair loss."

"Enough!"

The impatient‑looking Squad Leader Niu clenched his fist, slowly raised a finger, and uttered harsh words.

"Kid, you're doomed to lose!"

"Actually, have you considered just shaving your head bald?"

"Ah?"

"It's like this: I have a friend who looks like a boiled egg, named Kong Long; he seems to have a bit of a hair‑loss problem, so he simply shaved his head—it's actually better that way. To outsiders you can say you're from the Shaolin Temple; when people ask why you have no partner, you say you've seen through the mortal world."

"Holy shit, you can really do that?!"

"Or I could introduce you another day, or give you his QQ; I think you two would get along."

"Sure!"

"Cough, cough‑cough!"

Violent coughing erupted nearby.

Yang Yong almost coughed up his lungs before being pulled back.

Squad Leader Niu also instantly realized he had been hit by the enemy's "Charm" skill and had nearly forgotten what he was supposed to do!

"Cut the nonsense, let's see the real skill!"

"Good!"