Chapter 57: Men Die, It's a Lecherous Year

The waist and limbs sway.

Footsteps are light.

A devilish figure, an angelic face, and a pair of small wings on the back.

The world‑class supermodel's runway show was indeed a feast for the eyes, leaving the four grown men dazzled.

Lu Yang stood at the back, watching He Zhen Tao, Zhou Kaidong, and two other Platoon Leaders seated before the television.

He fully understood what the saying "Men, until death, are pervy youths" means.

He also realized that the Instructor is, after all, a person of feeling.

Lu Yang wanted to remind them not to sit so close, to move back a bit, or else they'd get nearsightedness.

But he thought better of it; those four guys seemed eager to pull out their eyeballs and stuff them into the TV.

The brief on‑demand session ended, returning to the original menu screen.

The four still stared at the screen, hoping the wealthy brother would select another round.

Unfortunately, the next on‑demand program was a cooking show called "Heavenly Food and Drink".

Perhaps He Zhen Tao wasn't interested in cooking, so he used the remote to turn off the TV.

"Art must be viewed with an appreciative attitude; only then is it art," he said.

"In fact, the earlier model runway and the soldiers' formation movements share commonalities," he continued.

"Both require effort and hardship, yet in such cold weather they still dress so lightly," he added.

"So inspiring; I seem to have gained a lot of insight from it......."

The four veterans seemed spiritually uplifted.

Then, in unison, they turned their heads toward Lu Yang.

Their gazes were like four big gray wolves staring at a little lamb.

He Zhen Tao smiled, rubbing his hands, "Lu Yang, regarding today's matter, the Instructor doesn't want anyone besides us to know. You get what I mean, right?"

Lu Yang nodded vigorously, "I swear, I won't say a word!"

Zhou Kaidong laughed heartily, "Lu Yang's mouth has been tight since he was a kid; he certainly won't spread rumors."

The Second Platoon Leader and Third Platoon Leader rolled their eyes, "Since he's been tight since childhood, you act like you've known him forever."

Lu Yang stood aside, feeling uneasy, listening to the four veterans chatter.

Even though he had previously taken part in watching the Victoria's Secret fashion show.

But he was still a raw recruit, not part of the veterans' camp.

Therefore he had to be a bit more disciplined; if word leaked, those guys would show no mercy.

He Zhen Tao coughed and said, "Since you all are here, I won't have to call each of you individually to discuss something."

Lu Yang asked, "Report, should I recuse myself?"

"No need."

He Zhen Tao said, "The training plan for next week is out; the main subjects are battlefield first‑aid knowledge and chemical‑defense training."

The three Platoon Leaders were surprised, "Weren't these two items usually glossed over, just a formality? Why are they now main training subjects?"

He Zhen Tao explained, "Just yesterday, at the Division's new‑training base, a youngster broke his arm during training. In the scramble, the veterans' assistance caused a secondary injury."

"To prevent this from happening again and to fully assess the Whole Company's battlefield first‑aid capability, a specialist will be sent down next Saturday to evaluate the results."

"Thus, after discussing with the Company Commander, we decided to make this a focus for next week."

"Whichever squad excels in the evaluation will claim the Moving Red Flag for next week's military training."

Hearing this, the Second and Third Platoon Leaders furrowed their brows, sensing something off.

Battlefield first‑aid and chemical‑defense training have always been minor, cursory items.

Even they, the two veterans, have grown a bit rusty from lack of practice.

Now making it a main training item with an inspector coming adds sudden pressure.

Conversely, Lu Yang exchanged a glance with Zhou Kaidong.

Between them, each could see a hint of joy in the other's eyes.

Because the chance to shine had arrived—specifically, the Third Squad's chance to shine!

Lu Yang had already previewed the subject and had seriously practiced it once before!

From wound care to bandaging to mending damaged clothing, he executed it in one smooth flow, effortlessly.

Even though Zhou Kaidong was about to laugh, he had to keep his composure; cracking open champagne halfway is a major taboo, and you absolutely must not capsize the boat in the ditch.

The more the moment demanded, the more he had to feign difficulty, even pretended to struggle.

"Instructor, even if higher‑ups come to inspect and we spend a whole week training this, isn't it a bit too grand? I think......"

"I don't want your opinion!" He Zhen Tao cut in sternly, "What's grand or not? Battlefield first‑aid knowledge is a skill every soldier must master!"

"What is the purpose of our training? Not only to hone killing skills to protect the nation, but also to ensure the soldiers' lives are safe!"

"Later, go get the battlefield first‑aid manual, gauze, and first‑aid kits; it's best to start training immediately, especially triangular bandage wrapping, how to apply a bandage, and how to immobilize a fractured casualty in the field......"

"Yes."

Zhou Kaidong responded.

He Zhen Tao was about to leave, then turned back once more.

"Besides the Moving Red Flag, there's an extra two‑hundred‑yuan bonus, which the Company Commander and I are paying out of our own pockets."

"Whoever performs best gets the bonus; you all give it your full effort."

He Zhen Tao's front foot left first, and the Second and Third Platoon Leaders hurried after him.

Lu Yang and Zhou Kaidong, left behind, exchanged a glance, both breaking into smiles.

"Lu Yang, this time it really depends on you!"

"When it comes to battlefield first aid, Squad Leader, I'm really not very good at it; the stuff I learned before, I gave all back to the old Squad Leader of the New Recruit Company!"

Lu Yang slapped his chest and promised, "Don't worry, I'll definitely bring back the military‑training Moving Red Flag for you!"

Zhou Kaidong nodded, "Alright, go get the items and then start right away. Time's short; we must seize every second."

The two walked side by side with smiles; if you ignore the difference in shoulders and age, you couldn't tell which one is the veteran and which one is the rookie.

"What are you doing?"

He Zhen Tao had the Director of Affairs issue the items that should be distributed, gave a few more reminders, and then returned to the office.

Just as he pushed the door open, he saw Gao Feng with gauze wrapped around his head, looking left and right at the mirror.

"What's up? Earlier you seemed fine—did the door squeeze your head?"

"Go, go, go, over there—you're the one whose head got squeezed by the door."

Seeing Gao Feng's displeased face, He Zhen Tao laughed, "It wasn't the door that squeezed your head; why did you wrap yourself up like a rice dumpling?"

Gao Feng rolled his eyes in irritation, "Isn't it obvious? I'm reviewing battlefield first aid skills. It's been ages since I practiced, I'm rusty; the last time I wrapped this thing was still inside the military academy."

He Zhen Tao cheerfully poured himself a glass of water, "Why are you suddenly so serious and responsible? The higher‑ups are here to inspect the rookies, not to test you, the senior Company Commander?"

Gao Feng set the mirror down and sighed helplessly, "She's coming too."

"Who?"

"You tell me."

"Your significant other is also coming?"

"Otherwise what?"

"Oh, almost forgot—she's from the Medical Team. So you're cramming here just to show off in front of your significant other?"

"Stop the nonsense!"

Gao Feng, unable to contain his anger, glared at him, "Help me check my bandaging—how's it looking, any problems?"

He Zhen Tao rubbed his chin, looking at the guy who had wrapped himself like Yin Du A San, and shook his head seriously, "I think it's great, very exotic, makes me want to dance!"

Gao Feng opened his mouth and blurted a national‑essence insult: "Your mother …!"