"What are you doing? What’s the aning of this? Trying to scare ?"
Zhang Guangxu had rarely seen this kind of cap before; after all, being from the county detachnt, he hadn’t encountered the tri-service patrol of the provincial guard area either and naturally didn’t behold the hat with any reverence.
But the only second stage officer beside him quickly took his hand out of his trouser pocket and also zipped his jacket all the way up.
Fang Huai spoke with a stern expression and a booming voice:
"According to Article 86 of the People’s Liberation Army ’Internal Affairs Regulations,’ military personnel must behave in a well-mannered, civilized manner, use standard military language, be spirited, and hold a good posture. They must not keep their hands in their sleeves or behind their backs, nor place them in their pockets. They must not walk while smoking, eating, or fanning themselves, and must not link arms or put arms over shoulders.
Comrade, which unit are you from, and what’s your na?"
A brief mont of silence ensued.
Chen Dakang, in his fourth year, stood up with a frown and said:
"Only the whole corps have Disciplinary Squads! Our detachnt doesn’t have this establishnt! A new recruit, how can you..."
Fang Huai cut him off:
"According to temporary managent regulations issued by the whole corps, each training unit of every detachnt is to appoint one disciplinary inspector, with the sa level of authority as the corps disciplinary inspector.
I am the appointed disciplinary inspector for this unit.
Furthermore, according to Article 69 of the ’Internal Affairs Regulations,’ when wearing winter exercise attire, the jacket’s zipper should be pulled all the way up, the collar turned out, and buttons fastened.
Comrade, please make the correction."
Fang Huai didn’t even look at the regulations book as he spoke.
At this, a few non-commissioned officers finally realized what the second stage officer Shi Chenhui was doing just now.
Clearly having been corrected by the disciplinary inspector before, Shi Chenhui could feel the suppressive power at the sight of that white cap and had already stood up.
Indeed, the detachnt did not have a disciplinary inspector; it was a position seldom seen in firefighting in those days, but the whole corps had them.
A disciplinary inspector, a role without a rank but with the power to address officers one level above within their authority.
Shi Chenhui cleared his throat, his tone much softer, cautiously saying, "Comrade... We didn’t know earlier, it’s the first ti, could you maybe not report it first?"
He had co to the county squadron of this rank, a fact known by all in the squadron; if it happened again, how could he get by?
Wouldn’t people think he was a jinx?
Seeing the old soldier backing down, Fang Huai also showed a more anable side, chuckling as he passed the regulations book to him:
"Squad leader, Articles 69 and 86, copy them down ten tis for ."
"Alright, all right, I’ll do it in a bit," Shi Chenhui replied with a smile.
The other non-commissioned officers were not entirely unaware of the disciplinary inspector role, they just hadn’t seen it often.
Hearing that it was a disciplinary inspector from the whole corps, they all fell silent, but were unwilling to admit fault, only thinking of asking comrades familiar with Special Service Squadron 2 to manage this new recruit.
Seeing that the others were silent, Fang Huai directly addressed Zhang Guangxu, who had been the most vociferous earlier:
"Comrade, will you copy it or not?"
Zhang Guangxu got nervous, but also did not want to cause trouble, and retorted, "Can I not copy it?"
Fang Huai nodded as if conceding, "Sure! Just state your unit, na, and later sign here."
With those words, Zhang Guangxu was having a hard ti holding back.
"What if I don’t give it to you?"
Fang Huai, upon hearing this, imdiately demonstrated his disappearing smile trick:
"If you don’t give it and don’t sign, I can go to the Squadron Departnt to look up your information, then I’ll add another charge, refusing to accept the disciplinary inspection."
Zhang Guangxu imdiately stood up:
"I’ll just drop out of the Martial Arts Competition, what’s it to you?"
As he spoke, he began to shove Fang Huai.
It happened in the blink of an eye.
"Snap!"
Fang Huai raised his hand and deflected his push.
"Comrade, I am the disciplinary inspector from the whole corps; you have to be reported even if you don’t compete. If you think you’re capable, request to transfer to another corps before the unified report at the end of training.
I’m giving you another chance now, ’Internal Affairs Regulations,’ Articles 69 and 86, copy them fifty tis."
"I won’t copy!"
Zhang Guangxu loudly refused, further irritated by the new recruit’s condescending attitude.
"Guangxu! Forget it, forget it! If copying is what it takes, then copy! We broke the regulations; we were in the wrong from the start!"
"Yeah! It’s not like we’re admitting wrongdoing to him! It’s what the regulations demand!"
A few old soldiers were all persuading him.
Calming down and thinking it over, they realized that they had been entirely in the wrong from the outset today, and if things got blown out of proportion, they wouldn’t be able to bear the consequences.
It was just their bad luck that they encountered a new recruit, who happened to also be an inspector!
In fact, such a scene would never have occurred within the People’s Liberation Army barracks.
There were many inspectors in the People’s Liberation Army; everyone knew they shouldn’t be ssed with, since they often ended up on the receiving end.
The firefighting Detachnt was dispersed, and only the whole corps had this formation, so they saw it less frequently.
Fang Huai observed Zhang Guangxu, who was adamantly refusing to yield, and left him with a cold remark, "Don’t copy then, but you are Zhang Guangxu, right? I’ll find your na on the training roster."
Without another word, he went straight back to the Special Duty Squad.
The Non-commissioned officer from Zhang Guangxu’s team cautiously observed the situation and, noticing that Fang Huai had no intention of coming out again, imdiately closed the door and phoned their own Squadron Captain.
...
Soon after, Fang Huai was called to the Squadron Departnt by Cao Yi.
He simply ntioned that the other squadron had called, asking Fang Huai to restrain himself and not to resort to violence.
But when Fang Huai relayed the detailed account, ntioning that Zhang Xudong had co over and tried to kick him high, which led to him just bumping into him, Cao Yi had nothing to say in response.
After thinking it over, he said:
"In such a situation... fighting back is okay, but you can’t keep doing it. Just subdue the person, that’s enough. With that brute strength of yours, who can withstand a few blows?"
In Cao Yi’s eyes, Zhang Xudong, who had co for concentration training, was clearly in a disadvantaged position.
Considering Fang Huai’s height of one ter eighty, and a physique that wasn’t too skinny, capable of performing nearly 50 pull-ups, you can imagine the strength he possessed.
And then there was his reaction speed - anyone who hadn’t trained intensively would surely be at a disadvantage against him.
It could be said that Cao Yi both overestimated and underestimated Fang Huai.
Fang Huai’s reaction speed was far more terrifying than Cao Yi had imagined. Once he focused and assud a defensive stance, even if his opponent had a gun, he could dodge a couple of tis.
Fang Huai chuckled, "Keep hitting back? Wouldn’t I turn into a thug then? Don’t worry, Instructor!"
anwhile, Zhang Guangxu’s mobile phone also rang.
It was a call from their Squadron Captain.
Zhang Guangxu had just answered the call and was about to curse the Special Duty Squad when he was t with a torrent of cursing from the other end:
"Zhang Guangxu, you dare to defy the Inspector established by the whole corps? Have you had enough? If you don’t want to compete fairly in the Martial Arts Competition, then get the hell back here! I’m sending the car to turn around and co back for you!
Before you go, copy down the ’Internal Affairs Regulations’ for ! Otherwise, get ready to copy it a thousand tis when you get back!"
The volu of the phone call was quite loud, and the few people around who heard it exchanged puzzled looks.
Zhang Guangxu was sowhat dazed but still maintained the pride of an old soldier: "Captain, it’s just a new recruit. You’re not siding with us, but with him?"
Panting was heard through the phone.
"Zhang Guangxu, you’ve deeply disappointed !
You’re defying a new recruit? What you’re defying is an order just issued by the whole corps!
You want to fight for pride? Fine, but use a civilized way, and moreover, not while
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