Chapter 94: New Recruit, You Look Familiar?

The rest is over, and the strict training continues.

The multi‑posture Gun‑Pivot Aiming training is mainly divided into four types: standing, kneeling, sitting, and prone.

In detail, there is standing with support shooting and standing without support; single‑leg kneeling and double‑leg kneeling; cross‑legged sitting shooting and tucked‑leg sitting shooting; prone without support, side‑lying without support, supine without support…

Different aiming postures suit different battlefield situations and various complex combat environments.

These are things the New Recruit Company cannot teach; even after being assigned to a lower company, not every unit will teach them.

Even though a day's grind has nearly taken half of Lu Yang's life away, his arms feel dislocated, and he can't even grip chopsticks while eating.

But that forward‑learning, combat‑oriented military skill, combined with the experience of activating a Traffic Acceleration Pack, makes Lu Yang both addicted and fascinated.

In one phrase: it's pain and pleasure at the same time!

Because right now Lu Yang has already outpaced everyone else in the same enlistment batch of the New Recruit Company, shedding his rookie coat and growing toward the veteran side!

After dinner, there's a short, rare break.

It can be used to wash clothes, read books, maintain weapons, and massage the arms to relax.

Or simply chat, sharing a summary of the day's training insights.

The training squad's dormitory environment is very good, far better than the old, rundown quarters of the New Recruit Company.

It not only has radiators for heating, but also single beds rather than bunk beds.

After all, being next to the Tuan Bu, small competitions and drills are often held here; how can one show off with poor basic skills?

After eating, neither the Regiment Commander Guo Yongwen nor the deputy commander could be seen, and the soldiers were unusually relaxed.

Lu Yang was hand‑washing socks in the washroom, taking them to the drying area, when he turned and saw Wan Baoshan sneaking over.

"Let's go!"

"Where to?"

"I'll take you to Hao Heng for a round, didn't we talk about it during the day?"

Lu Yang almost forgot the matter, after all, as the participant he hadn't placed a bet.

Lacking a sense of involvement and the joy of gain, he naturally didn't keep it in mind.

"Is it far from the convenience store? Aren't you afraid the Regiment Commander will catch you?"

"Afraid of what? It's free‑time; we're just going to the convenience store, not raiding the female soldiers' dormitory at night!"

Having said that, Wan Baoshan tugged him toward the convenience store.

The fellow knows the route well; it's not his first time going.

But why does this road become more familiar to Lu Yang as he walks?

A familiar tree‑lined avenue, familiar armored‑vehicle repair warehouses on both sides, and not far away, a blue‑background, red‑lettered sign reading "Military Service Club."

He's been here before!

It was the Regiment Commander he met here, who even asked to borrow his phone to make a call!

He pulled back the curtain and entered; behind the counter stood a middle‑aged woman with perm‑styled hair.

Lu Yang breathed a sigh of relief; the previous incident was indeed an accident—there's no way the Regiment Commander cosplays as the convenience store owner every day.

"Madam, two luxury set meals!"

"Got it!"

Lu Yang was still stunned when Wan Baoshan pulled him into the back room.

At that moment he noticed that behind the convenience store, the curtain opened to reveal a small room.

The room was small, about ten square meters, used for storing goods; the empty space held two folding tables and plastic stools, making it look like a tiny fly‑eater's den.

Lu Yang noticed several large boxes behind him, labeled "Hushubao" and "Sophie" and the like.

Wan Baoshan laughed and explained, "Don't look, our unit has few female soldiers; this stuff is for shoe‑sole padding, especially during armed off‑road missions. It absorbs sweat, eliminates odor, and is soft."

"If someone gets injured, it can be used as cotton padding for bandages—very handy."

Lu Yang understood; as soon as doubt arose in his mind, the system panel had already provided an explanation.

But while listening to Wan Baoshan's explanation, he still had to put on an "Ah, I see—eye‑opening, deeply impressed" expression.

Any relationship requires emotional value, even between good friends.

Wan Baoshan has a pleasant, talkative personality, and Lu Yang can catch every word he says, keeping him interested to keep the conversation going.

Through back‑and‑forth, the two become more familiar; whenever Lu Yang has a question, the other is willing to explain.

A short while after sitting, the madam smiled and carried two buckets of prepared instant noodles over, followed by a cup of cola for each.

Lu Yang looked at the noodles and cola, puzzled, "So this is the… luxury set meal you mentioned?"

Wan Baoshan raised an eyebrow, "Open it and see?"

Lu Yang lifted the noodle lid and was instantly blinded by a flash of light like the "Little Chef" brand.

Braised egg, spicy strips, chicken feet, ham sausage, and fish tofu!

My god, this isn't instant noodles—it's a full banquet!

Seeing Lu Yang's shocked expression, Wan Baoshan shook his head and swayed, looking especially pleased.

"How is it, luxurious enough, impressive enough? In our unit, this is top‑configuration!"

"Of course, if conditions allow we could add marinated duck leg, duck wing, etc.; this time our budget's limited, so this will do!"

"Especially after a night guard shift, a bowl like this—my god… even an emperor would be satisfied!"

Lu Yang looked at the bowl's rich assortment and smiled broadly.

Anyway, the money came from Wan Baoshan's bet, so eating it carries no guilt.

The two said little and dug in directly; the food was downright satisfying and comfortable.

The cafeteria food here is so‑so, barely a step above the New Recruit Company's.

With the heavy training load, the troops are hungry again almost immediately after a meal; it's almost the norm.

Lu Yang was truly savoring his food now, especially after a sweaty burst of spiciness, then taking a big gulp of cola.

He let out a belch, feeling completely clear through his body—so satisfying!

At that moment, two white‑clad figures drifted in from outside, ordered two deluxe combos, and sat at the folding table behind Lu Yang.

"How did you describe that incident last time?"

"What the hell else could we say? If our team leader hadn't come over personally, Xiao Zhang and I would have been held there and not allowed to leave!"

"So, did you finally find the person?"

"Find a hammer, it must have been hidden! Damn, if I catch that Phase‑Two guy, I'll punish him to death!"

Lu Yang buried his head, quickly scooping the noodle bits in his bowl, feeling extremely guilty.

As soon as he entered, he recognized that among the two white‑hatted men, one was the person who had chased him over the wall before.

Sitting opposite Lu Yang, Wan Baoshan was a jack‑of‑all‑trades; he pulled out two cigarettes and handed them to the two Military Police behind him.

"Brothers of the Military Police, why so angry? Did some clueless person offend you both again?"

"Eat your noodles!"

The young Military Police muttered curses, completely ignoring Wan Baoshan.

The other, a bit older and decent‑natured, took the cigarette and took a drag.

Not every Military Police is thick‑skulled; some seasoned ones know they occasionally need to get along with the soldiers.

If you often walk by the river, your shoes get wet; the most stubborn Military Police end up, on discharge day, being collectively given warmth by comrades who once punished them.

So that person simply vented about the incident a few days earlier near the Sixth Company, where someone ordered delivery and ended up losing it.

Wan Baoshan slapped his thigh, swearing, "Do I even need to say? It has to be the Sixth Company; otherwise how could the delivery reach the door? How did that Sixth Company Commander become a commander—lax discipline and covering subordinates, that's a crime with an extra layer!"

"Who says it's not?" the cigarette‑dangling Military Police said helplessly, "But you have no evidence, can't catch anyone—what can you do? At that time we just detained him, wouldn't let him leave."

"Damn it, from now on I'll keep a dead‑eye on the Sixth Company; I don't believe I can't catch those two!"

The young Military Police clenched his teeth, recalling the scene of him riding atop the wall and being feigned by that Phase‑Two Non‑commissioned Officer, sparking inexplicable fury.

"It's not a matter of being able to chase him; our IQ was forcibly crushed, like playing with a monkey."

Moreover, later the Sixth Company folks even made a rhyme out of this to mock him.

It went: "Ride a monkey on a tree; from afar it looks white, up close it's a turtle's head!"

The hot‑blooded youth, if he could swallow that pride, he'd simply quit being a Military Police!

"Your deluxe combos are here!"

The proprietress brought two identical servings of instant noodles.

Both bowls were packed with toppings, plus two bottles of soda.

Wan Baoshan liked to get close to people and collect all sorts of bits and pieces; otherwise he wouldn't have earned the nickname 'Jack of All Trades.'

But he still wanted to chat more with the two Military Police, to build rapport, while Lu Yang couldn't sit still and urged him to leave quickly.

Because Lu Yang was genuinely exhausted; if it weren't for the many goods in the room and the fluorescent lights covered in dust, the lighting would be severely insufficient.

On top of that, he kept his head down, with a hat brim pressing on him; he was truly afraid of being recognized.

"You two Military Police comrades, eat first; we'll leave now."

Having eaten and drunk his fill, Wan Baoshan stood up, ready to walk out with Lu Yang.

But at that moment, an unexpected change occurred, and the cigarette‑dangling Military Police suddenly shouted.

"Wait!"

"What's wrong?"

Wan Baoshan was indeed carefree.

But Lu Yang's body jolted; he didn't dare turn around.

And this move also caught the attention of the two Military Police.

The young Military Police stared at his back, feeling an increasing, inexplicable sense of familiarity.

"Soldier, which unit are you from?"

"He, he is......"

Wan Baoshan hadn't spoken when the young Military Police coldly cut him off.

"I'm asking him, no problem for you!"

"Soldier, turn around and answer: which unit are you from, and why aren't you wearing any insignia?"

Lu Yang slowly turned, forcing out an awkward smile: "Report, Squad Leader, I'm from the New Recruit Company."

The two Military Police set down their forks, rose, and stepped in front of Lu Yang, staring at him carefully.

"A New Recruit Company soldier, why are you near the Tuan Bu?"

"Kid, you look somewhat familiar; have we met somewhere before?"