Free Web NovelChapter 204: Chapter 153: Can Special Duty Depend on Reincarnation?
[Task Completion Degree: 54 points.]
[Task Completion Degree: 54 points.]
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On the way back to the squadron after eating the night snack, Fang Huai kept checking the Task Completion Degree.
It was always 54 points.
Once back, it’d be time to catch the squad leader and same-year soldiers up on their lessons.
The task of running five kilometers in 20 minutes had been completed, and with two more tasks, he could strengthen his leg muscles.
His leg strength was already decent, developed by hard training on his cardio functions starting from midway through the new recruit group, always pushing until his legs were sore.
For normal people, legs are the strongest part, constantly powering their steps as they walk.
So when ordinary people run full throttle, it’s usually their cardio that gives out first. His odd physical condition allowed him to work his legs to exhaustion and muscle growth, something normal people can hardly achieve.
So even though he hadn’t undergone leg enhancement, he was still improving much faster than the other new recruits.
Now his knees would even hurt from time to time.
Starting from when the new recruit group enhanced cardio, it had only been three months, and his running posture was extremely scientific, landing on the front to the middle part of the foot, reducing most of the impact. And yet in such a short time, his training intensity was such that his knees hurt.
If he were to complete two leg enhancements on this basis, his legs might become his strongest part.
As Fang Huai thought about this, Squad Leader Hao began to curse:
"Hey, are you insane? Even if you have money, you can’t just waste it like this, right?"
Fang Huai came to his senses and waved his hand: "Hey, Squad Leader, I just came out without bringing money, I’ll pay you back when we get there."
Director Fang really went all out today.
The egg-fried noodles Hao Chengbin treated him to, with an extra egg for each of them, only cost 14 yuan, but Fang Huai had the owner cook a bunch of meat skewers and ribs with less oil and salt, all packed in boxes.
He also bought a bottle of yogurt.
When paying the bill, these items cost an additional 40 plus yuan.
Hao Chengbin didn’t say much, only asking when they got in the car if it was for the same year soldiers.
But Fang Huai shook his head: "These days there are so many eyes around, and I’m a patroller, how can I bring night snacks for the same-year soldiers?" ƒгeewebnovёl.com
"Then who are they for?"
"Little White!"
Hao Chengbin was at a loss for more than ten seconds, failing to recall anyone in the squadron nicknamed "Little White", and thus, he asked:
"Who’s Little White?"
Fang Huai casually said: "Little Black, Little White, you know! The one in the training tower!"
Hao Chengbin was flabbergasted: "Damn, that three-wheeled white dog?"
Fang Huai immediately understood his crude remark, saying:
"What three-wheeled car? The poor thing has crippled hind legs, how can you call it a three-wheeler?
A motorcycle missing a rear wheel, that’s what you call a Bombardier motorcycle! Bombardier Little White dog! High-end, classy, top-tier!"
Hao Chengbin, who had no clue what Bombardier was, just started cursing, stopping to do so whenever they hit a red light, cursing all the way.
After all, inviting a little mutt to a barbecue, especially cooked for it, was quite a sensational matter, even within the military dog realm.
Fang Huai didn’t care.
Right now, as long as he could complete the task, he was even willing to buy a little female dog for Little White to keep him company at night.
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Back at the squadron, Fang Huai called out for Little White at the training tower, and as always, Little White didn’t respond.
Every time Fang Huai brought him food, he’d just dump it into the two big bowls at the corner of the first-floor wall of the training tower.
One for food, the other for water.
Put it anywhere else, no matter how tasty, Little White wouldn’t touch it.
After pouring in the barbecue and yogurt, Fang Huai left the training tower.
Honestly, with Little White’s lifestyle, Fang Huai felt it was as if he were in seclusion training inside, and it wouldn’t be surprising if someday a golden light rose from the training tower and Little White flew away.
Emerging from the training tower, the surroundings felt rather quiet.
The weather was clear enough, and Fang Huai looked up at the moon, which seemed to have a filter over it, shining a bit brighter than it would in fifteen years.
Hmm?
Upon glancing up, Fang Huai made a discovery.
The backyard was much more spacious than the front yard. Standing back a bit from the back of the building, one could clearly see inside each of the rooms with windows facing the backyard.
The training team happened to reside on this side.
With Fang Huai’s eyesight, he could even see several people organizing their combat uniforms.
The lights of the fourth-floor music equipment room were still on.
Though the curtains were drawn, the shadows inside were visible through the thin curtains.
Several people were clinking something in their hands.
Freakin’ smartasses.
Making fun of me during the day, and playing like this at night, you really think I won’t deal with it?
Fang Huai chuckled and walked upstairs.
...
"Come on, cheers!"
"Hey, Long Xinfeng, you sure it’s all good?"
Zhang Guangxu asked cautiously as he nibbled on the grilled skewer in his hand.
The Non-Commissioned Officer named Long Xinfeng laughed: "Relax! Liu Jianfeng said so himself! No new recruits are allowed up on the third or fourth floors, and this room is still the music room, set up against the outer wall for sound insulation, you can’t even hear talking."
Zhang Guangxu still looked slightly annoyed:
"Then why isn’t Liu Jianfeng here? Gathering the same-year soldiers, not to mention treating us to a meal, but he’s not even here? What’s the deal, looks down on us or scared of breaking the rules?"
The others started laughing.
"Guangxu, you were trained so hard by that new recruit today that you’ve lost your nerve? You need Liu Jianfeng to back you up?"
"Yeah, Head Chen said today that the new recruit shouldn’t interfere anymore, who cares about him? New recruits managing Special Duty soldiers, isn’t that a bit too indulgent? Has the era changed or what? New recruits can now shit and piss on our heads?"
Long Xinfeng laughed even louder:
"You’re overly cautious. It’s Saturday, man. He’s playing games in the Microcomputer Room! He said it’s rare for Special Duty to have a weekend off, and without playing games with his girlfriend, they were going to break up!
The guy Jianfeng is quite the player, online lover!"
"Hahaha..."
Zhang Guangxu, hearing this, felt somewhat indignant:
"Hey, life in the Special Service Squadron is so good! Veterans have it easy, and even new recruits can be patrols. Unlike us, our only entertainment is a single TV?
The biggest budget for our squadron was spent on the parallel bars! A whole three sets!
Not to mention us, even the Special Duty First Squadron is jealous of Special Service Squadron 2’s decoration!
You say the people they train are only a bit stronger than those from our county squadron, right? Compared to the First Squadron, they’re far behind!
You tell me, why? Why do they get such treatment?"
A non-commissioned officer just waved his hand:
"You listen to those from the First Squadron playing the pity card, they’re quietly making a killing!
The Special Duty First Squadron is an old squadron, five or six years older than the second one, so of course, their barracks are worse!
But the treatment they get from above isn’t bad!
You just wait, once the new barracks for the First Squadron are built, they’ll be even more awesome!
Only our county squadron actually lives a hard life!
Last year on August 1st, a veteran discharged in ’91 came back to visit the barracks, and the first thing he said when he walked in was, ’Yo! Sixteen years and the squadron hasn’t changed a bit, huh!’
Listening to that almost made me want to cry!"
"Hey, eat up, eat up. No matter how good other squadrons are, what’s it to us? We’re just unlucky to be born here!"
The conversation was in full swing.
"Squeak—"
"Click, click, click."
Fang Huai, wearing a patrol helmet and a white belt, entered amidst everyone’s astonished expressions, and with his camera, snapped several photos in quick succession.
Then, amidst the stunned silence, he checked the photos in his camera and slowly approached with a smile:
"Squad leader, to say that, do you really think you can be born into the Special Duty unit? Don’t you have to work hard to get into Special Duty?"
He then walked over to the table in front of everyone and said, "What’re you drinking? Mind if I have a sip?"
"Beverage," someone said.
Fang Huai looked and indeed, it was a can of Pepsi Cola.
He picked it up, sniffed it, and was hit with the sweet scent mixed with carbonation and the smell of saliva.
Wow, someone really needs to brush their teeth.
However, a bit of relief washed over Fang Huai.
It wasn’t alcohol, which meant he didn’t have to make them copy ’JJ Order’ a hundred times.
He chose a small notebook from the items he carried and put it on the table.
"’Daily Living Regulations’, copy it ten times, shall we? All the squad leaders? If you don’t want to copy, leave your name."
"Kid, it’s just a late-night snack, is it necessary?" Long Xinfeng was the first to frown and speak up.
Fang Huai responded earnestly:
"Comrade, I’m not a kid, I’m a patrol!
Having a late-night snack isn’t a big deal, but the order from the whole corps is clear: The lives of those in concentration training must strictly adhere to the daily living standards of the training squadron.
During the evening, you must obey the squadron’s management regulations.
It’s now 8:53 PM, and at 9 o’clock sharp, all squadrons have their evening check.
Unless the squadron leader allows it, or a squad cadre takes you to eat after training is over.
You’re not playing dumb, right? Otherwise, you wouldn’t have run here to hide and eat."
Someone immediately shouted, "We train so hard during the day, just a group of same year soldiers having a late-night snack! Are you really going to take this so seriously?
And besides, Head Chen said during the day that he wouldn’t let you interfere!"
With that, Fang Huai let out a cold laugh:
"I didn’t say you can’t eat, I said you need to ask the squadron leader before you eat! Organize it properly!
If everyone starts organizing their late-night snacks like you, is the training team here to have an evening party?
Don’t use Head Chen to press me. He’s also a leader of the training team, and I won’t overstep my authority to interfere with others, but if he violates the rules, I’ll manage him without fail!"
The volume of his voice grew louder.
As his words ended, all were shocked.
Damn, a toad yawning — what a big mouth you have.
Now the old soldiers temporarily didn’t want to quarrel with him, only thinking about talking to Head Chen tomorrow to see how he would be reprimanded.
"Fine, we’ll copy!" Long Xinfeng, today’s organizer, didn’t want to get tangled with Fang Huai anymore, but he sized Fang Huai up and said:
"But I want to ask, you just said that getting into Special Duty requires hard work? I’m not quite convinced by that. Do you think your squadron’s veterans are better than us?"
Finally, Fang Huai relaxed his expression and smiled:
"Who you are stronger than, I don’t know, but as far as I’m aware, there was a round of comprehensive assessments during last year’s big Special Duty intake.
However, that’s only for non-commissioned officers, not for conscripts.
Since you are all same year soldiers, you were conscripts last year, weren’t you?
The others didn’t come, maybe due to various issues, but you guys... your service time is a bit short; you didn’t meet the qualifications, so no grievances there."
That was pretty arrogant.
A mere private disparaging their length of service.
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Zhang Guangxu was angry again.
But this time he dared not lash out at Fang Huai, just vented his frustration on the table in front of him and then roared:
"What makes you qualified to be in Special Duty?!"
Fang Huai simply straightened his hat, pointing to the table, and exclaimed, "Ey ey ey! Law enforcement here! Don’t mess around! If you break the table, you’ll pay for it!
New recruits are selected into Special Duty with a set of standards! Aside from a portion being randomly assigned, which comes down to luck, various Special Duty units also have spots for selecting outstanding new recruits!
If you as a new recruit didn’t make it into Special Duty, that means you didn’t meet the top part of the criteria!
But if you want to know what makes me qualified,
I’m the new recruit group’s sole recipient of third-class merit over the past three years; I took second place in the whole corps’ order knowledge competition, earning the title of Outstanding Soldier; I also got a third-class merit for corps propaganda. Is that enough?
Right, over the past three years for the new recruit group, including your year, since the year you were all new recruits, not a single third-class merit has been awarded."
