Chapter 473: A Mighty Dragon Can

Meanwhile, the bus that Lu Yang and the others are riding is still on the road and about to reach its destination.

Inside the vehicle, everyone is dreaming about the future, and Ma Qing'an and He Zhen Tao each take turns giving speeches.

They urge everyone not to forget their original aspirations and to forge ahead, promising that once we get there we'll work hard.

"Most of those present are from the Sixth Company, plus four or five outstanding cadres from other companies."

"As long as we twist together like a rope, there will be no difficulty we cannot overcome, no wave we cannot surmount."

"The past honors may be gone, but I believe the future will bring even more achievements, carving a new realm in the Navy!"

"Yes!"

The mood in the bus rises, and Zhou Kaidong, Kang Changyi and others raise their arms and shout.

As long as this core group remains, the future will surely revive the glory of Iron Foot.

The unit number can be rebuilt, the title can be regained; as long as the people remain, the spirit of Iron Foot endures, and the glory of the Special Third Regiment persists!

At this point, He Zhen Tao asks Lu Yang: "We've been on the road for so long; could you give us a hint about where we're actually headed?"

"Yeah, Brother Lu, stop keeping it hidden and tell us, okay?"

Unable to resist the crowd's clamor, and with only a few minutes left, Lu Yang decides to lift the mystery early and give a brief hint.

"The place we're going to will certainly feel familiar to you."

"What do you mean, feel familiar?"

"That unit originally wasn't under the Navy; it belonged to the Army, though it's located close to the sea."

The moment that was said, everyone broke into delighted smiles.

"Great, great, I still prefer Old Lu's camp!"

"The Sea Training Base is right by the beach; the constant sea breeze makes my arthritis act up, but Old Lu's territory is solid and Qi‑gathering!"

Ma Qing'an asks, "What about the training facilities there...?"

Lu Yang: "It's fully equipped for both sea and land amphibious training, with dedicated sand‑ground obstacles; when we need water training we go to the beach. We can go by vehicle or on foot; the straight‑line distance is only seven or eight kilometers, just enough for us to warm up."

Ma Qing'an beams, "Great, great, warm up first, then hit the water—how comfortable!"

He Zhen Tao is more concerned about the base's infrastructure and supporting facilities.

Lu Yang's answer: "Sturdy and durable, everything is practical; by the way, the unit we're moving to is an old regiment that once participated in the anti‑American Korean War and has a long history."

Hearing that, everyone gets excited as if returning home on a family‑visit leave.

It's an Army camp and an old unit that fought in the anti‑American Korean War, no wonder it feels familiar.

It seems the place they're heading to is also a heroic unit with illustrious battle honors and a long history.

As a result, everyone's anticipation is maxed out, their eyes brimming with impatience to move into the new home.

After a few minutes, a fairly imposing gate appears at the road's end, but no unit name is displayed above it—likely worn away.

The metal plaque where the unit title should hang has been taken down, rust stains remain on the wall, giving it a mottled historic feel.

"Is this the place?"

"It looks like it, kind of average."

"Ah, units like this are always low‑key; inside there must be hidden depths!"

The bus hasn't stopped yet; from the left‑hand shade a group of soldiers with backpacks emerges.

Among them are Ding Tengfei, Kong Long, and several people from Ten Thousand Treasure Mountain, each eyeing our minibus intently.

Their looks, demeanor, and expressions are just like roadside laborers waiting for work.

Ma Qing'an: "Looks like the old comrades have been assigned together again?"

He Zhen Tao: "What a coincidence—whether on the bus or down below, they're all core members of the Special Third Regiment?"

He ponders, glances at Lu Yang, and silently wonders whether this is coincidence or intentional; what connection does it have with Lu Yang?

But Lu Yang looks suspicious, steps off the bus first, and walks to the front group of soldiers with backpacks.

Seeing Lu Yang arrive, Ding Tengfei and Kong Long rush forward, as if they've found their backbone.

"Brother Lu, you finally made it!"

"Why aren't you going in? Why are you all standing outside?"

"They won't let us in."

"Who won't let us in?"

While Lu Yang is puzzled, Pan Yuan comes up from behind with a phone, explaining the situation.

Lu Yang then realizes that the camp they're about to occupy has been "occupied" by a group from the Sea‑Land Second Brigade, who have locked the doors and are training inside, refusing entry.

The first dozen or so soldiers who arrived are all being held outside; Gao Feng is on duty in the guard post, negotiating with their people.

But seeing Gao Feng inside, flushed and agitated, it seems the talks aren't going well.

Lu Yang asks, "Which specific unit?"

Pan Yuan: "They wouldn't say, very mysterious."

Kang Changyi peers inside, covers his mouth with his hand, and whispers, "Could it be some special forces doing secret joint training? If so, we might not get in for a while."

"Units that are that badass always have privileges; our little arms can't outmatch the big ones."

Zhou Kaidong glowers at him: "There aren't that many special forces, you're being delusional!"

Lu Yang furrows his brow: "Could there be a misunderstanding here?"

Pan Yuan shakes his head: "Not sure, Gao Feng is still negotiating inside, shouting for a while, and they still won't let us in."

"I called the higher‑up; the brigade commander told us to ignore them, and said you have the execution order in hand; show it and they'll scram."

"Alright, I'll go talk to them."

Lu Yang pulls out the official entry execution document, walks into the guard post, and explains the situation.

He thought that would settle things, but the other side simply refused to acknowledge it.

"What does it matter that you execute orders? You have them, we have them too!"

"We've applied for this site long ago, got approval, and have been training here for a week already!"

Hearing that, Lu Yang was stunned; doesn't that mean one house being rented to two households?

Since both sides have proper paperwork and have received approval, there's no right or wrong, because the place had been vacant before.

It was only a procedural error during the review that created the "one house, two households" situation; adhering to the principle that fewer problems are better, Lu Yang didn't want to argue.

"How much longer is your training?"

"About another week. What do you want?"

"Then, would it be okay to let us in to settle first, and later discuss with your commander whether we can share the training ground, each training separately?"

Although Lu Yang spoke politely, the other side glanced at him with disdain and sneered.

"Heh, do you even know what level our unit is? You still want to share a training ground with us?"

"My suggestion: go back to where you came from, stay honestly at your Sea Training Base, and stop looking for trouble for no reason."

"Our commander said that after a week, when training ends, they'll hand the site over to you; if you're not satisfied, you can appeal to higher leadership."

Having said that, the other side slapped their approval documents onto the table.

He indicated that he's not deliberately making things difficult, the procedure is legal and compliant, and there must be a first‑come, first‑served order.

Lu Yang was momentarily at a loss and could only take Gao Feng and leave the guard post.

Ma Qing'an and He Zhen Tao also gathered around, and upon hearing the situation their heads instantly swelled with worry.

"What do we do now, we have paperwork, they have paperwork too?"

"They say a strong dragon can't beat a local snake; today I actually ran into one!"

"They plainly look down on us, even refusing to share the training ground!"

"What kind of unit are they, as stubborn as a bull? How can we respond now? We can't just pack up and go home, that would be too humiliating."

Pan Yuan suggested calling the commander again and letting the higher‑ups negotiate, but Lu Yang stopped him.

If we can't even solve this little issue without the commander stepping in, what's the point of having a rapid response unit?

Future troubles will only come one after another; they must resolve them themselves.

"Who brought the coin?"

"I did."

"What are you planning to do? Bribing them a little money isn't enough!"

"Both sides have paperwork; what does that represent?"

"It means both have a point."

"Wrong, it means neither side has a point, and neither is restricted."

Before the other side could think it through, Lu Yang grabbed the coin and flicked it casually.

The coin hit the ground and rolled toward the small door with a clatter, tumbling inside.

Then, naturally, in front of the few guards at the guard post, Lu Yang pushed open the small door, walked in, and bent down to pick up the one‑yuan coin on the ground.

The duty officer scratched his head, not understanding the move, but the next second saw Lu Yang assume a perfect starting stance and dash toward the camp with a swoosh.

The duty officer went dumbfounded, immediately pointing at him and shouting, "Stop, stop! No unauthorized entry, block him, block him for me!"

Two sentries quickly dropped their rifles and sprinted after him.

At the doorway, only the fuming duty officer remained, muttering curses.

Ma Qing'an, Gao Feng, He Zhen Tao, and Pan Yuan exchanged glances, each seeing cunning in the other's eyes.

"Are you fast?"

"Compared to your Iron Foot, maybe a bit slower, but not by much."

"Then that's fine!"

Ma Qing'an shouted hoarsely, "Charge for me!"

Then, leading a group, they bolted inside.

The scene descended into chaos; despite the duty officer's constant blocking, it was useless.

Seeing a bunch of "outsiders" force their way into the temporary training site, the duty officer went numb and quickly grabbed the intercom to call superiors.

"Commander, commander, it's bad! That flock of dry ducks forced through the checkpoint and barreled in; we can't stop them at all!"