Chapter 64: How to Become a Chemical Defense Soldier?

Report!

Did you clean it up?

It's clean!

Really clean?

Yes!

He watched Kong Long run over from the Da cesuo, applying to rejoin the squad.

Zhou Kaidong let out a cold snort: "Every day you just clown around there, thinking you're funny, huh? You're punished with twenty‑four hours of no pooping!"

Kong Long chuckled foolishly: "Report, I can hold the position for thirty‑six hours!"

Zhou Kaidong shouted "damn it", took off his hat and swung it at him, scaring Kong Long into hurrying back to the squad and standing at attention.

Lu Yang looked at his shameless demeanor, and the phrase "A dead pig isn't afraid of boiling water" suddenly popped into his mind.

As time passed, the Squad Leader's authority gradually waned, and he could no longer keep the new recruits in line.

But that isn't a bad thing, because everyone now is a far cry from the youths who, when they first enlisted, spent all day looking for ways to slack off.

Whether it's Kong Long, Ding Tengfei, or anyone else, they all carry a desire deep down to bring honor to the group.

This can be seen in the training atmosphere of the regiment over the past few days.

Each class is fighting tooth and nail, eager to perform well and snatch the Moving Red Flag for military training.

Even Lu Yang heard that some squads get up at 4:30 a. m., fold their blankets, and then move on to battlefield first aid.

But there isn't much sense of urgency, because Lu Yang still has a trump card he hasn't used.

Zhou Kaidong fastened his hat back onto his head, adjusted it slightly, and said: "We've practiced battlefield rescue enough these past days; we also used dummies for CPR two days ago, so basically there's no big problem."

"The only one with a bit of a problem is Ding Tengfei."

Ding Tengfei's face flushed, and he seemed a little unsettled.

This isn't the first time he's been singled out for criticism in training; he can't even recall how many times it's happened.

But Zhou Kaidong didn't use overly harsh words to scold him: "You can remember the fixed procedures, and bandaging the wounded isn't a big issue; you just have a bad habit of getting nervous."

"The superiors haven't come to inspect yet, so we're just practicing on our own. What are you nervous about?"

"Also, before answering, you must first read the question; don't get nervous just because you haven't seen the problem before."

"Report, we really haven't encountered that situation before…"

Ding Tengfei shouted "Report" and gave an explanation.

Zhou Kaidong rolled his eyes, didn't bother saying more, and pointed directly at Lu Yang.

"Kong Long, lie down again; Lu Yang, tell him how to solve that previous question."

Yes!

Kong Long reenacted the previously famous scene.

He still complained of stomach pain, still whimpering.

Lu Yang's initial actions mirrored Ding Tengfei's earlier ones: first checking whether the surroundings were safe, then immediately going over to inquire about the situation.

"Comrade, what's wrong with you? Where are you injured?"

"I—I have a stomach ache; inside my stomach, there's…"

Before Kong Long could utter the words "dog poop", Zhou Kaidong's murderous glare shot at him, frightening him into quickly changing his words.

"My stomach hurts like it's being sliced by a knife; am I about to give birth?"

"Give your grandma a leg!"

Lu Yang muttered something under his breath!

Why do you love to overact so much?

But the soldier's professional code kept him going.

"Confirm no obvious external injuries, then reconfirm the environment is safe!"

"Come, I'll take you to the medical staff and get you to the field hospital!"

Having said that, Lu Yang helped the person up from the ground, slung them onto his back, and pretended to run a few steps.

Ding Tengfei stared dumbfounded: "Is… is it really that simple?"

Lu Yang set the person down: "What did you think? We're ordinary soldiers, not dedicated medics. Just transfer the wounded for treatment."

Damn!

Ding Tengfei was stunned.

He almost forgot this whole thing.

He thought that learning battlefield first aid made him a medic, so he had to provide treatment to the wounded.

After all that, all you have to do is carry the person over to find a doctor!

Zhou Kaidong looked at him like a fool and said: "You're not a doctor or a medic; you're just an ordinary foot soldier. When you encounter something you don't know, just carry the person to real emergency personnel."

"Battlefield first aid, battlefield first aid—the key word is 'urgent.' It's only to prevent the wounded's condition from worsening, excessive blood loss leading to death, or secondary injury during transport."

"Turning simple problems into complications is your flaw. Take it easy, let your hometown teach you more, speed up your thinking, and stop daydreaming about everything."

Ding Tengfei hadn't expected his little hobby to be discovered.

He's always felt different from others since childhood.

When he zones out, he can speed up the flow of time.

For example, in a political theory class, he really doesn't want to listen but has to pretend he is.

His gaze gradually drifts; he appears to stare at the blackboard attentively, while his mind has already floated to the clouds.

Because of this, when learning new material, he finds it hard to concentrate as Lu Yang does, to keep his mind highly focused.

This flaw is actually common; the typical manifestation is insufficient concentration, getting distracted easily while doing things.

Its final result will turn into low efficiency, learning poorly, playing poorly, and wasting a lot of time.

Zhou Kaidong shouted, "Everyone, use Lu Yang as the benchmark, close in!"

Lu Yang raised his right fist, and the new recruits on both sides immediately stamped small shuffling steps, converging toward him.

"At ease!"

"Stand at attention!"

Zhou Kaidong used a command, giving the previous training a simple pause.

"Next, we will learn a new subject: Fangdu mianju peizai, which is chemical defense training!"

Immediately after, a ding sounded at Lu Yang's ear, and a system prompt window popped up before his eyes.

It gave a concise introduction to the content of the chemical defense training, and granted accelerated improvement to lung capacity, stamina, and other items.

Zhou Kaidong didn't waste words and began the demonstration directly: "The subject requires correctly donning the gas mask in the shortest time to prevent toxic smoke and fog from intruding!"

Having said that, he took a gas mask with a filter from a camouflage pouch, placed it on his head, and quickly adjusted it to fit his face.

Lu Yang noticed a detail: after the demonstration, Zhou Kaidong swiftly put his hat back on.

But the others focused on: "This thing is so cool! It's like instantly back to World II! Like a character from a CS game!"

Zhou Kaidong removed the gas mask, looked at the crowd: "This training isn't complicated, but it can save your lives at critical moments, especially when the enemy launches a biochemical attack!"

Lu Yang raised his hand and shouted a report: "Squad Leader, I have a question."

"Go ahead?"

"Just with this gas mask, it probably can't block a biochemical attack, right?"

"That's a very good question!"

Zhou Kaidong nodded: "In the troops there is a specific unit called chemical defense soldiers. Their mission is to use their expertise to eliminate unseen dangers on the battlefield."

"When toxins spread and radiation rages, and everyone retreats to safe zones, they are always the ones who charge head‑first into the most hazardous contaminated areas without hesitation."

"There's a saying in the troops: when you see a chemical defense soldier on the battlefield, congratulations… you've only got half a life left!"

The entire Third Squad felt an inexplicable shiver, as if a picture had already formed in their minds.

A group of chemical defense soldiers clad in full protective suits and gas masks moved against the frantic fleeing crowd, heading toward the center of the spreading toxic smoke.

And Lu Yang and the other fresh recruits could only wear gas masks on the outer perimeter to maintain order, helping to evacuate and disperse the crowd.

The hazards of poison gas and radiation are almost irreversible to humans; even those who survive have a high chance of organ failure and serious illness.

Yet even though the danger coefficient for chemical defense soldiers is so high, many still join one after another.

That's why everyone says soldiers are the cutest, most respectable, and most admirable people.

Precisely for this reason, the state places special emphasis on the welfare and protection system for veterans, active‑duty soldiers, and soldiers' families, children, and spouses.

And the social status of the military group is steadily rising along with national strength and military power; it is even becoming the top tier in the future matchmaking market, comparable to the iron‑rice‑bowl civil‑service existence.

At that moment, a new recruit suddenly raised his hand and asked forcefully: "Report, Squad Leader, how can one become a chemical defense soldier?"

Seeing the soldier's steadfast and serious demeanor, Zhou Kaidong felt greatly gratified; this is the meaning of training and leading troops!

This is the continuation of the red spirit and the inheritance of a soldier's duty!

"Immediately!"

"Immediately?"

"Right!"

Zhou Kaidong's answer left everyone completely bewildered.

Hasn't the New Recruit Company session ended yet? Are we already dividing troops?

Wait, does our regiment have chemical defense soldiers?

The others all wore puzzled looks, but Lu Yang vaguely sensed something off.

Zhou Kaidong grinned mischievously and ordered: "Everyone turn half‑left, rotate; target, Da cesuo, jog forward!"

Lu Yang immediately blurted, "Damn it, a chemical‑defense latrine soldier?"