Chapter 514

Catch a pig?

Second Brigade, Night Tiger Reconnaissance Battalion, inside the deputy battalion commander's office.

Huang Honghui listened to his two subordinates' reports, scratching the back of his head, unable to figure it out.

Yes, we really saw that.

During drill time, they weren't doing any training at all, just messing around.

But their company commander was very alert, spotting us in no time; good thing we ran fast.

Seemingly afraid Huang Honghui wouldn't believe them, they took out their phone and showed him the video they'd filmed.

At this time, the phone's resolution wasn't high, the footage was blurry, and the screen would stutter with mosaic artifacts.

Yet it didn't prevent Huang Honghui from understanding what was shown in the footage.

That pig was in a terrible state, bleeding while running wildly.

Over a hundred soldiers shouted excitedly, surrounding and chasing the unarmed pig, like a gang of hooligans teasing a fair‑skinned, delicious 300‑pound 'little fatty girl'.

Huang Honghui watched the video twice over, the questions in his eyes multiplying: 'What exactly are they up to, what tricks are they playing?'

One of them said dismissively: 'Deputy Battalion Commander, I think this isn't any trick at all; this unit is just lazy and undisciplined. You're taking them too seriously—a bunch of half‑trained recruits who don't know it's a waste of time to pay attention to them.'

Another, thinking, said: 'I actually think this is probably a relatively novel training method.'

Oh, how so?

Games are for relaxation and entertainment; but what if they've devised a way to combine training and relaxation?

Go on.

I'm thinking maybe this training is meant to forge the soldiers' wildness.

Besides, this pig is so fat—at least 250 pounds—running like a small hill; subduing it isn't easy, isn't this just wrestling?

If you could knock down such a fat pig, in close‑quarters combat who could stand against you?

As soon as that was said, the other immediately began to rebut.

They said training methods are fixed; I've never heard of pig‑chasing as a way to practice wrestling.

Even human special forces have never heard of such a program or method; if it really worked, it would have been widespread by now.

Each side held its own view: one thought it was pure nonsense, just goofing off during drill time; the other thought it might be some wild trick passed down from the army.

Huang Honghui crossed his arms over his chest, racking his brains, but couldn't grasp the meaning behind it.

Because this segment actually has no meaning; it's simply killing a pig to add to the troops' rations.

As it happened, they stumbled upon it by coincidence, and mistakenly took it for some special training method.

And Huang Honghui's suspicion in this direction had reason; he had someone look into Lu Yang's army background, and the results were unexpected.

For example, the Land Travel Device—he'd never even heard of it; the name sounds absurd, and the actual thing is even more absurd.

Not only does it let you swim anytime, anywhere, unrestricted by venue, but it also lets you freely change the flavor.

The first time he saw the photo, even he was stunned; what kind of imagination does it take to come up with something like this?

You might call it nonsense, but it actually works; among the troops at the Sea Training Base, those who used the Land Travel Device adapted best and performed the best.

Huang Honghui shook his head: 'Better to believe it exists than to deny it; I think there's definitely something fishy here—keep an eye on them and record any abnormal behavior.'

The day of the exercise is drawing near, and I don't believe these people have no sense of urgency.

For the coming period, you two keep close watch on them, find out when they train and what they train.

Best to find a chance on the training field to snipe them, shattering their confidence before battle.

The subordinates didn't understand: 'Deputy Battalion Commander, won't this be overestimating them? Such a weak‑chicken unit could never catch up to us, even after another two and a half years of training.'

The Special Third Regiment is only second‑ or third‑rate in the army, and now it's practically a half‑baked navy; all they did was get lucky defusing a bomb and earn a second‑class collective merit—it's not worth us wasting our time.

Huang Honghui wagged his finger: 'Know yourself and know your enemy, and you will never be defeated in a hundred battles; on the battlefield, never underestimate any opponent, or a moment's carelessness could see you overturned in a gutter.'

He rose and walked to the window, hands behind his back: 'The Night Tiger Reconnaissance Battalion is where it is today thanks to steady, step‑by‑step progress—back when it was still the Night Tiger Reconnaissance Company...'

Just as Huang Honghui turned his back, launching into a grand lecture while recalling the past, his two subordinates had already turned their eyes to the pack of Hua Zi cigarettes on his desk.

These two were known in the unit as 'cigarette‑seeing‑sorrow ghosts,' regardless of whose cigarettes they could get hold of.

Only see one of them using his body to block, the other swiftly snatching the cigarette box, lightning‑fast, their movements smooth and coordinated.

Damn, just one stick!

Hell, a single cigarette, and they still put on airs keeping it in the box!

The two muttered a complaint with their mouths, then quickly pulled out the cigarette and put the box back where it was.

Just then, Huang Honghui turned around: '... So we must seize the enemy's weakness and deliver a fatal blow!'

The two hid the cigarettes in their sleeves, nodded solemnly, showing a thoughtful expression of agreement, as if they'd never done anything wrong.

All right, go get back to work.

Yes.

The two were about to turn when they accidentally knocked a book off the desk corner.

A business card fell out from the opened book.

"Big Iron Rod Anus and Intestine Hospital, Director Tong......"

"Deputy Battalion Commander, you wouldn't be thinking......"

Huang Honghui's face flushed, he let out a cold snort: 'Soon I'll go to the hospital for surgery to get rid of my hemorrhoids! With no weakness, the enemy won't find a chink in my hard‑qi armor!'

The subordinate eagerly suggested: 'Chief, you don't need to go through all this trouble; there's something called a chastity armor that, combined with your hard qi, will guarantee a perfect fit.'

There's also something called Hushu Bao; wear it and that area won't hurt, it's easy month after month, no matter how heavy the flow.

Or there's a streamlined shape, a 304 stainless‑steel plug......

Huang Honghui reached to undo his belt: 'There's something called Seven Wolves, specially for itchy skin and a sharp tongue!'

The two of them were so frightened they turned and ran, not daring to stay even a second.

Huang Honghui stood in the corridor, watching the direction those two had vanished in a puff.

His gaze finally fell on the soldiers running laps on the track, and he pensively opened the cigarette in his hand.

He was about to take out the last cigarette, but found it empty; then he scratched his head in frustration, not even remembering when he had smoked this last one.

"Ding Tengfei, who let you let the flag droop on your shoulder? Is your arm weak? Raise it for me!"

"Keep up, keep up, all of you keep up with me; you've only run ten kilometers, only done a few sets of PT, and you're already like frost‑bitten eggplants—if I made you do a thirty‑kilometer forced march, you'd have to crawl!"

On a suburban road, Lu Yang held a loudspeaker, following alongside the armored off‑road unit, constantly urging them to speed up.

"You've had your half‑day rest, you've eaten the pig‑slaughter dish, I let you adjust your condition, and this is how you repay me?"

"Act like men, straighten up, don't each of you lie there like dead dogs!"

"Quick, quick, quick, start running, start running!"

Lu Yang's urging was still effective.

Ding Tengfei, running in the lead, raised the flag.

Those behind also gritted their teeth and increased their speed.

Thinking that there were less than five kilometers to the sea, where they could rest a bit and then go for a swim, everyone summoned their strength.

But this vigor, once raised, deflated again in less than ten minutes, like a flat balloon; Lu Yang could only continue to motivate them with eloquent words, helping lift their spirits.

Unexpectedly, a red flag suddenly appeared at the fork ahead, in everyone's sight.

On the flag was a tiger's head with its bloody maw wide open, below it a spray of waves, and the words "Sea Night Tiger Reconnaissance Battalion".

Lu Yang furrowed his brows: "Really, what a narrow road for enemies!"