In the afternoon, on the training ground.
"Arm-swinging exercise, I’ve said it before, move on command only! Runts, did I say you could move?"
"Aow!"
Beatings are affectionate, scoldings are loving, true emotions are shown with a kick.
Everyone couldn’t help but smile.
Peng Yingqirui’s training assessnt could definitely include "Comrade calls out as soon as training starts".
He could do it several tis a day.
"Laughing at what?" Hao Chengbin glared, pointing at a few people in the middle of the playground.
"These past couple of days, the Flying Tiger Team has been recruiting! Over there on the playground, see? Whoever laughs next, I’ll send them to beco an F4 mber!"
The direction Hao Chengbin pointed in, a few people stood stiff as poles, not moving an inch.
Everyone imdiately fell silent.
By this afternoon, they all understood what the Flying Tiger Team was about.
Flying Tiger Team, also known as the Trash Team.
Those who feigned illness, who didn’t want to train, would just stand in the middle of the playground doing nothing. If their leg was la, they could even get a stool to sit on, all under the watchful eyes of the entire regint.
The squad leaders referred to these individuals as "Fairy Brothers", fairy as in deity, brother as in elder brother.
It was said that this "Fairy Brother" title of honor could be worn all the way until they were transferred to a new unit, until they were discharged, and that their sa year soldiers would mock them.
When they assembled at half-past two in the afternoon, there were only two ’mbers of the power duo’, everyone called them. Now, there were three, turned into SHE. If one more went, they’d beco F4.
The Squad Leader said that the corps staff had just announced that if one more joined today, they wouldn’t have to study tonight. They’d have a squad leader take them to watch a teor shower instead.
That ant singing military songs under the New Training Building until everyone else went to watch the news, singing until nine when they’d return. And when they got back to their dorms, they’d still have to wash the feet of their sa year soldiers, saying, "Squad Leader, your training is so tough".
Cleaning was also their permanent duty.
Officially terd "logistics support".
They were really in for it now.
Of course, the little duty soldiers wouldn’t dare let them go, since everyone feared spit in their food.
Hao Chengbin was very satisfied seeing everyone’s reaction.
After all, it seed that nobody in his squad wanted to sha him by joining the Flying Tiger Team.
With this on his mind, Hao Chengbin walked over to Jiang Peng, adjusting his cap for him with a big grin.
"Brother Jiang, you college students from Yunnan are ruthless. You flipped all your roommates, didn’t you? Aren’t you just biding your ti before flipping us all over one night, like lons? If I’ve offended you in any way, you’ve got to tell , and I’ll surely change!"
Jiang Peng grimaced, "Squad Leader, I wouldn’t dare..."
Hao Chengbin imdiately frowned, a look of disgust on his face as he fanned his nose.
"Damn, Jiang Peng, did you brush your teeth? Why does your breath stink so much?"
"Pfft." Yue Tao laughed, his forehead creased, and he looked uglier laughing than crying.
"Laughing at what?" Hao Chengbin took off his wide-brimd cap and walked over to Yue Tao, covering him with the cap multiple tis.
"Laugh, laugh, laugh at what, huh? There aren’t any tough guys from Fujian, and I sure won’t indulge you!... Brother Tao, you laugh so damn ugly. Do you really have a girlfriend? Does she close her eyes when she kisses you?"
Everyone couldn’t hold back anymore.
All afternoon they practiced marching in step, standing hands and legs steady while Hao Chengbin squinted at sothing beyond the wall, chatting and teasing them into laughter.
Yet, they weren’t allowed to laugh.
"You all want to laugh, huh? Is an arm-swinging getting too easy for you?"
"Stop!"
On command, everyone stopped and brought their hands to rest, starting to move their arms.
Hao Chengbin returned to the Command position, fixing his wide-brimd cap, and revealed a devilish smile.
"Since no one wants to swing arms now, let’s do standing legs!"
Everyone’s faces changed.
"Squad leader... We just did standing legs last class..."
Marching in place with a standing leg is torture! Kicking 25 centiters high, toes pointing straight, and no wobbling!
"No backtalk! Marching step kicking practice, move on command!"
"One!"
As soon as the order was given, although they grumbled verbally, no one dared to be slow, and they all kicked up their legs, starting to adjust the height.
Hao Chengbin straightened his belt and the base of his uniform, setting his expression a bit more seriously, and started patrolling in front of the formation.
"I’ll reiterate about formation discipline. In the entire formation, there can only be one voice, the Commander’s! No laughing, no fidgeting... Zhao Bing, raise your leg 5 centiters higher!
No unnecessary movents!
You only speak when asked! What will local folks think of us if you all go on patrol chattering like aunties and uncles? How can the people trust us?
Should I hand out sunflower seeds and a small bench to you all?
Yue Tao! Straighten your leg! Did I ask for your hand to move? Tell ! What is the principle of the People’s Liberation Army?"
"Report! To serve the people!" Yue Tao shouted.
Hao Chengbin stepped forward, pressing Yue Tao’s hands firmly along the seam of his trousers, saying loudly.
"Wrong! The middle finger of the People’s Liberation Army is to be kept along the seam of the trousers!"
Having said this, he observed everyone’s reactions.
This ti, everyone held their breath, daring not to laugh.
Laughing could easily turn into synchronizing hands and feet.
"Deputy Squad Leader Fang, why are you so silent this afternoon? Did this morning’s run deflate you?"
Fang Huai maintained a stern disposition.
"Report! Squad Leader! I am not the Deputy Squad Leader!"
Hao Chengbin, with a grin on his face, said, "Isn’t that what they’re all calling you? Oh, Deputy Squad Leader Jiang disagrees, right?"
Jiang Peng, seeing an opportunity, actually volunteered an answer.
"Yes, Squad Leader! I disagree! I want to run for Deputy Squad Leader as well!"
"Whoa, whoa, whoa." Hao Chengbin shook his head, with a slightly snide smirk, "Haven’t been a new recruit for two days, and you’re already thinking about being Deputy Squad Leader? Interested in being a Squad Leader? Squad Leader Jiang? Why don’t you try it for a couple of days?"
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