Chapter 78: Ace Pilot Applies for Battle

Kong Long scratched his head, could only take apart the newly assembled gun again and try to reassemble it.

But this time, there were two extra parts, leaving him completely baffled.

Zhou Kaidong squatted on the ground, running his finger around the smooth trigger ring.

He shook his head speechlessly and laughed out loud.

"No trigger, what are you using to fire the bullet?"

"Um..."

"Take it apart and start over!"

Kong Long's flustered demeanor made Zhou Kaidong shake his head helplessly.

He's all brawn and no brain, with zero memory.

When he got to Ding Tengfei, the kid was even more outrageous, unable to figure out the disassembly, let alone the assembly.

He can't learn, can't understand military life; no wonder he ends up as a thug, since thuggery doesn't require a brain.

When they reached Lu Yang, Zhou Kaidong finally breathed a sigh of relief; indeed, the kid picks up anything he learns instantly.

The gun disassembly and assembly process, aside from being slightly slower in motion, matched his previous instruction down to the last step.

But as Lu Yang repeatedly disassembled and reassembled, his proficiency rose, and his movements clearly improved.

The speed of his improvement oddly gave Zhou Kaidong a nervous, jittery feeling.

Because it's too fast!

It's so fast that even this veteran feels a hint of danger!

"Lu Yang, have you trained before?"

"Do toy guns count?"

"......"

"When you have a moment, go teach Ding Tengfei and Kong Long these two big headaches."

"Yes."

Lu Yang quickly assembled and disassembled several more times; once he became increasingly proficient, he then taught the others.

Kong Long looked up and gave him a sheepish smile.

"Assistant Squad Leader, I need to trouble you again."

"No problem."

Lu Yang was already accustomed to this.

From folding blankets, to battlefield first aid, and even Packing the Backpack.

Almost everything he learns, he helps teach to the rest of the class.

Third Squad is a collective; one person's progress is useless unless everyone advances together.

War isn't a solo hero act; only united, with one heart, can we achieve final victory.

The old bald head lost because everyone harbors their own petty schemes, each trying to scoop benefits into their own bowl; isn't that just a loose sandpile?

But while teaching, Lu Yang noticed something off: "Why do I feel you're missing something?"

Kong Long opened his mouth wide: "Huh?"

Ding Tengfei also stepped forward, glanced at the small rack in front of Kong Long, then at his own: "Looks like you really are missing something."

Kong Long was astonished: "No way?"

Lu Yang examined carefully, furrowed his brow and asked, "Where did your guide gas go?"

Just as Zhou Kaidong was about to go to Da cesuo for a cigarette and to relieve himself, he was startled, shivering and almost wetting himself.

He turned his head, staring at Kong Long with a murderous glare.

"You just fired the gun, and you lost the guide gas?"

"You're going to die, find it quickly!"

The group stopped disassembling guns, dropped to the ground and began searching for the guide gas.

Fortunately, Lu Yang felt a hard lump, picked it up and immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

"Not lost, not lost, it's here, covered by a cloth!"

Zhou Kaidong's lingering anxiety finally eased, and his anger also subsided a bit.

But he still sternly warned everyone that losing or damaging a firearm is a serious crime; if the circumstances are severe, it warrants stripping the uniform and imprisonment—not something that can be brushed off by a simple confinement.

Kong Long's heart thumped, clearly showing his fear.

He hadn't expected his earlier fluster to hide the guide gas under that cloth.

Zhou Kaidong stopped urinating, ready to keep a close watch to prevent any clueless person from losing the gun parts.

While everyone was immersed in disassembly and assembly, a burst of noise and cheers erupted from the distant Eighth Squad.

Lu Yang and the others followed the sound, looking puzzled.

Zhou Kaidong, curious, walked over to take a look, showing a disdainful expression.

He waved his hand, telling the Third Squad recruits to finish assembling the guns and come over immediately.

With Lu Yang's help, everyone quickly assembled the firearms, gathered the small torn cloths on the ground, and ran to the Eighth Squad.

The Eighth Squad Leader, actually the Third Platoon Leader, was politely greeted with a shout of "Third Platoon Leader!"

Third Platoon Leader glanced at Lu Yang, then looked at Zhou Kaidong and said, "You previously said that your Squad's Lu Yang disassembles and assembles guns faster and with higher completion than our Squad's Zhang Jiaheng?"

"Did you know my Assistant Squad Leader's father was also a soldier? He went to the troops with his dad as a child, fired guns and disassembled them."

"Are you sure your Squad's Lu Yang can beat him? Don't end up getting slapped in the face."

Zhou Kaidong looked at the newly recruited soldier with an arrogant face, smiled and said, "I just want to prove one thing: sometimes effort is insignificant compared to talent."

Having said that, he lifted his neck and shouted, "Lu Yang, step out!"

"Arrive!"

"Let's compare with that kid!"

"Just a simple comparison?"

Third Platoon Leader also got interested: "If not gambling, what else?"

Zhou Kaidong said with a smile: "If we lose, we'll wash a week's worth of stinky socks for the other squad!"

Both squads' new recruits were all dumbfounded; at least we have our consent, right?

However, the Eighth Squad's new recruits were confident; they had already seen Zhang Jiaheng assemble and disassemble firearms.

That movement, that proficiency, is hardly inferior to the veterans'.

Winning a Lu Yang from him would be a piece of cake?

The Third Squad's new recruits also wouldn't be outdone; our Assistant Squad Leader is a ten‑item all‑rounder.

Whatever we see we can do, whatever we learn we master—could we lose to you?

"Add a note!"

Ding Tengfei shouted: "Just stinky socks aren't enough, add a week's worth of underwear too!"

Kong Long also added: "And change of clothes, all inclusive!"

The Eighth Squad, confident as ever, also wouldn't back down: "Deal!"

The two Platoon Leaders faced off like needles, and the new recruits of both squads had eyes full of gunpowder.

Facing the Eighth Squad recruit's provoking stare, Lu Yang smiled warmly and friendly, and proactively extended his hand.

"Lu Yang, Assistant Squad Leader of Third Squad, a native of Guangling."

"Zhang Jiaheng, Assistant Squad Leader of Eighth Squad, a native of Jiujiang."

"Pleasure, pleasure, I've long admired your name; you must be the ace pilot who failed to take off on enlistment day, right?"

"......!!!"

Zhang Jiaheng instantly turned red‑faced with anger.

The Third Squad's new recruits let out a sudden burst of laughter.

They were not familiar with the name Zhang Jiaheng.

Even though this guy's training scores in the Whole Company were decent, he was still not well known.

Because, no matter how prestigious the New Recruit Company's name is, it can never surpass Lu Yang; no matter how good your training scores are, you'll always be crushed elsewhere.

But when it comes to "Cup Brother" and "Ace Pilot", everyone in the Whole Company knows them, everyone is aware, even Lu Yang must respect and fear them by nine points......