Chapter 65: Your math must have been taught by a PE teacher!

All personnel wear gas masks, stay put, and march in place!

Thump thump thump......

In the Da cesuo, a neat, loud stomping sound rang out.

All the Third Squad recruits fastened their gas masks and began marching in place.

When they first came in, everyone's nose felt like it had been hit with an old punch, but after putting on the gas masks, it was as if someone had covered their mouths and noses with a towel.

When the inhaled oxygen level is insufficient, a person easily experiences dizziness and vertigo after holding their breath.

Especially when doing physical training with the mask on, the uncomfortable feeling becomes even stronger.

Even Lu Yang feels as if someone is forcibly choking his throat while he runs and marches.

This shows how arduous the daily training of chemical defense troops is, wearing heavy protective suits.

One can estimate that after a day, the sweat inside the protective suit could raise fish.

But compared to the physical pain the recruits endure, some people suffer purely mental torment.

At this moment, the th Class Squad Leader squats on the pit, clutching toilet paper, his expression like constipation, full of question marks.

He originally wanted to comfortably take a nice poop, but never imagined a large group of uninvited guests would barge in.

Often people use "pooping while being watched" to describe an awkward situation, but this time the th Class Squad Leader truly and directly felt the taste of being watched.

"First Platoon Leader, what the heck are you doing?"

"Doing chemical defense training?"

"What chemical defense training, does our unit even have chemical defense troops?"

"If we don't have them, we can't learn it. I train troops, focusing on a comprehensive bloom, cultivating all‑around abilities."

"Alright, alright, I'm not arguing. I'm in the middle of pooping, can you come back later?"

"We train ours, you poop yours!"

Zhou Kaidong sneered, which really infuriated the th Class Squad Leader.

Indeed, he did it on purpose!

At first, the Fourth Class led the plagiarism of Lu Yang's idea, and then others copied it one after another.

So this time he wants to bring the Third Squad to watch the th Class Squad Leader, making his bowel movements irregular.

Using the bathroom is such a private matter; having a crowd watch inevitably causes some physiological discomfort.

Zhou Kaidong has always been a person who must repay a grudge; the nonsense about a gentleman taking ten years to avenge is irrelevant—if there's a grudge, he obviously retaliates at once!

"With all you people watching me, still wearing gas masks, can I even poop?"

"Can't poop, blame others?"

"Your grandpa! Zhou Kaidong, don't go too far!"

"Hey, your pants aren't even up, yet you dare threaten me?"

Zhou Kaidong is senior in service years, and also a First Platoon Leader, so he completely ignored him.

He smacked the brim of his hat, then feigned a backward glance and a reach.

Then, as if teasing a child, he stuck his thumb out from between his clenched fingers.

"Little sparrow is gone, little sparrow is gone~"

Puff......

Lu Yang and the others burst into laughter, gasping for breath.

No one expected veterans to play such a nasty game with each other.

Especially that line "little sparrow is gone" was downright soul‑crushing, a stroke of genius!

The th Class Squad Leader's face turned bright red with anger, so he stopped pooping altogether, pulled up his pants and glared fiercely at Zhou Kaidong.

"Consider you ruthless!"

"I'm not pooping anymore!"

"Next time you poop, don't let me run into you!"

Having said that, he muttered curses as he left the Da cesuo.

Clamping his legs behind the car door, he jogged toward the Shushe lou.

Zhou Kaidong felt a great thrill of avenging a long‑held grudge.

"Hm? Who told you to stop?"

"Everyone, start running!"

Seeing the recruits slow down, he immediately spurred them with words.

But training with gas masks drains the body excessively.

Except for Lu Yang, everyone's condition dropped, with the heavy‑set Kong Long suffering the most.

Lu Yang could persist, thanks to the system's double rewards, letting him fully enjoy the satisfaction from the Traffic Acceleration Pack.

Zhou Kaidong glanced at his watch: "Hold on a bit longer, thirty seconds left!"

Kong Long's feeble voice came from under his mask: "What, still thirty seconds? Didn't you just say there were thirty seconds left?"

Zhou Kaidong completely ignored him, urging everyone: "Move faster, move faster, forty seconds left until the end; after the run you'll get a short rest!"

How did it become forty seconds now?

It was supposed to be a three‑minute run, but it actually lasted at least six minutes!

Is the Squad Leader's watch running backwards? How can it be so inaccurate!

"Attention!"

"Take off your masks!"

The first thing the recruits did after stopping was to quickly remove their masks.

He gave his head a light flick, and the sweat on his face and head sprayed out.

Although the training time wasn't long, he sweated far more than ever before.

But just as everyone, like drowning victims surfacing, prepared to take a big breath of air, they discovered the air was foul and pungent.

Two soldiers inhaled too deeply at once, nearly passing out with their eyes rolling back.

Although Lu Yang had been mentally prepared, the one who removed his mask still felt nauseous and almost gagged.

The sanitary condition of the Da cesuo was truly worrying, with over a hundred people urinating and defecating there, all of them hearty, big‑eating young men.

Just thinking about this smell makes you want to go, yet thinking about it, nobody says a word.

Zhou Kaidong blocked his nostrils with the back of his hand and let out a goose‑like laugh.

"How about it—is this chemical‑defense training smelly enough?"

"If you can't even handle this, how do you expect to be a chemical‑defense soldier? Their training is far tougher than this."

"It's all in an enclosed space—throw in two tear‑gas canisters, make you stay inside for half an hour, and you still have to complete a series of drills."

Upon hearing that, the kid who had earlier eagerly asked how to become a chemical‑defense soldier immediately fell silent.

It's easy to say, but hard to do.

Just making them run high‑knee lifts in the Da cesuo exhausted a bunch of them to the point of disgust.

If they really had to go deep into a radiation zone, deep into the source of toxic gas contamination, they'd likely be facing near‑certain death.

Zhou Kaidong then said: "Everyone, put on your gas masks and get ready for push‑ups!"

Lu Yang's eyes showed terror: "Squad Leader, no!"

Zhou Kaidong glared at him: "What's there to refuse? Being a soldier means not only not fearing hardship, but also not fearing filth."

He glanced at the ground, sneered: "Besides, it's not like we're making you do push‑ups on a urinal—what's there to be afraid of? Get down now, or I'll have to say it again!"

The recruits had no choice but to endure the nausea and discomfort, put on their suffocating gas masks again, and place their hands on the ground.

But as soon as their hands touched the floor, everyone—including Lu Yang—felt a strong wave of physical discomfort.

Because the floor was a bit sticky.

As for why it's sticky, don't ask, don't think about it.

"Twenty push‑ups, and you can leave when you're done!"

"I'll count, you do them!"

"One!"

"Two!"

"One!"

"Two!"

The new recruits were furious!

"You damn well haven't learned how to count, have you?"

"Is math taught by the PE teacher?"

"What about three? You've swallowed four, five, six—you only know one, two, one!"

Lu Yang under the mask was both laughing and crying: "They say the army's tricks run deep, and that's absolutely true!"