Who taught you to be a recruit like this?

Chapter 1178 Turning Grief and Indignation into Food

"Sending off our comrades-in-arms, embarking on their new journey."

"Silently, tears welled up in my eyes."

"The sound of camel bells reached my ears..."

Qin Feng's handkerchief was soaked with tears, and he wiped his face with his sleeve.

He stood up and smacked Zhuang Ping on the head: "Turn off that lousy song!"

Zhuang Ping slurped as he pressed the flower, then quickly pressed pause: "Wasn't this just to create some atmosphere?"

Qin Feng cursed angrily: "Fan your grandpa!"

It was already sad enough, and then you played music on it. How the hell was it going to stop the tears from flowing?

He composed himself and made a phone call: "Hello, Commander, this is Qin Feng. I'm here to report that I'm going to the 33rd Combined Arms Brigade first."

"I want to conduct an on-site investigation to see why the pilot program for combat readiness is not progressing. I'll have at most two days."

"Yes, we will conduct a detailed investigation report later, so that we can make targeted adjustments."

With the army commander's permission, Qin Feng had Zhuang Ping drive to Lü Chong's place.

But before he went, he still had to make some preparations; at least he couldn't just swagger in like that.

......

"Disband!"

On the parade ground of the reinforced regiment, Qiu Guohai issued the order to disband.

But before that, he added one last sentence.

"Job transfers within the military are a very normal thing."

"Commissioner Qin is not being demobilized, nor is he being transferred to another place; he has been promoted."

"In other words, our 112th Reinforced Regiment is still under his jurisdiction, so we should be happy, not sad."

Many of the soldiers below were still immersed in the sadness of parting and could not extricate themselves.

Although Commissioner Qin has been promoted, they still feel they have lost a good Commissioner.

No one will be able to get them equipment and ammunition in critical moments anymore.

Even if the newly appointed chairman is very capable, he could never be as powerful as Qin Feng.

But now that the person is gone, everyone must accept reality and gradually get used to it.

Qiu Guohai said loudly, "In the past, we only had meals together when we made contributions and during holidays, but I think morale is low, so we need to have a meal together even more!"

"Tonight, each unit organized its own activities, creating a lively atmosphere. Only after eating and drinking their fill will they have the energy to start the new round of training!"

"Didn't Commissioner Qin say that he hopes to meet everyone at the summit? I also want to see how many of you can make it to the top!"

Following Qin Feng's instructions, Qiu Guohai gave everyone a final word of encouragement.

Let us all channel our grief and anger into food, and take this as a new beginning.

This tactic proved very effective, and that very night many people set their sights on becoming the most outstanding commanders.

Even more extreme, some have boasted that they will climb step by step to the highest point of their military careers, to become generals and commanders.

Although this dream is far away, having a dream gives us hope for the future.

After dinner, Qiu Guohai returned to his office and looked at the training plans and ideological education outlines that Qin Feng had helped him compile before leaving.

Among them are training manuals he borrowed from Yenching Military Academy, and CDs containing exercise records from other war zones that have been included in teaching materials.

These are classified documents that many conventional troops could only dream of, but now they are all on his desk.

Qiu Guohai couldn't help but smile wryly: "Leaving me with so much homework before you go... sigh!"

These things are enough for him to digest for a long time, and enough for Qiu Guohai to lead this team to a higher level in the future.

......

"This damn weather is so damn cold!"

"I'm freezing! I'm freezing!"

Nighttime, a certain barracks of the 3rd Company, Heavy Artillery Battalion, Combined Arms Brigade.

Just after roll call, two veterans sneaked up to a wall.

This was a blind spot for the camp's surveillance cameras, so the two of them lit a cigarette and started smoking in the corner.

"Hey, is that guy in your class dating one of the girls in the communications platoon?"

"I didn't know that. Is that so?"

"You, as the squad leader, don't even care about the private lives of the new recruits in your squad?"

"When did this happen? How come I didn't know about it?"

"Just a couple of days ago, I bumped into this kid and that girl at the convenience store. They're from the second communications class."

"Is your face round?"

"Yeah!"

"There's no reason for that. Wasn't that girl with that young man surnamed Li from the next class? Aren't they in the same year of service and from the same place?"

"Then you've probably broken up, or maybe that guy in your class took advantage of the situation. You'd better hurry up, you can't afford to have any issues with your personal life right now."

"Nonsense, I'll handle it when we get back. Do you think I'd cause trouble in this dangerous situation?"

The two glanced at their watches, then at their phones, and then started chatting about training, moving from everyday life to training matters.

"I heard that this morning, the company commander and the others were called to a meeting at the battalion again and were scolded severely."

"Why?"

"What else could it be? The results of realistic combat training are not good."

"Sigh, this is tricky. We're a regular army unit after all. What if there's an accidental discharge of gunfire?"

"Realistic combat drills have always been something special forces do. Their training has casualty targets. If something goes wrong in our regular troops' training, who will take responsibility?"

"That's true, but we have to complete the tasks assigned from above, especially the live-fire shooting mission targets, which we must meet."

Just as the two were discussing training issues, the sound of an electric scooter suddenly came from outside the wall.

One of the squad leaders took out his phone to confirm that the deliveryman had arrived before stepping on another person's shoulders and leaning against the wall.

"This way, this way!"

"Hello, Mr. Zhou ordered two servings of mala tang, extra spicy and numbing, with extra scallions and cilantro?"

"Yes, yes, it's my order. Could you please use that bamboo pole over there to pass it over?"

The delivery driver looked around and indeed found a bamboo pole.

He tied the takeout packaging to the top of the bamboo pole while asking questions out of curiosity.

"You guys are really bold, ordering takeout so late at night. Aren't you afraid of getting caught?"

"What's there to be afraid of? The military police wouldn't dare come here at all."

"What?"

"We can't afford to mess with the regular security officers in our unit."

"Why are you saying so much to him? Hurry up and don't let anyone see you."

"Oh oh oh!"

But just as he reached out to take it, the bamboo pole suddenly broke.

The two bowls of spicy hot pot also fell from the height, breaking into pieces and spilling soup all over the ground.

Upon seeing this, the delivery driver immediately panicked: "I'm so sorry, I'll make it up to you, this meal is on me."

The old soldier, who was perched on the wall, was speechless. He and his companion had waited for so long in the cold wind, just to have a hot meal before going back to guard duty.

In the end, they spilled it all. The money was a minor issue; the real problem was the huge waste of food!

"Forget it, forget it. Consider it our bad luck. You can go back now. Consider it delivered."

"Thank you, thank you, comrade soldier. Good people are rewarded."

The veteran on the wall left dejectedly, and the deliveryman's earlier panic was gone.

He looked at the spilled takeout on the ground, then took out his phone to check the remaining two orders, both from nearby military camps.

This entire area falls under the jurisdiction of the combined arms brigade, which greatly surprised Qin Feng, who had taken off his mask.

"Someone dares to secretly order takeout late at night? They must be living a pretty comfortable life."

"Even the military police don't dare to come. It seems the reputation of this elite force is quite impressive?"