Chapter 41

  I hadn't even finished those two packs of cigarettes when I was released from solitary confinement after just a few days.

  The old men in the army are not afraid of trouble, they dare to take responsibility and withstand pressure, which is much better than some officials who have become corrupt and lazy. Especially, they are not afraid of those unreasonable and troublesome people.

  The family of that thug had just found our team leader to report the incident, and on this side, several brothers from the army transportation team had already told their boss about the whole story.

  After the big shots on both sides touched heads, our team roughly knew what was going on.

  When faced with the family members of the hoodlum who were making exorbitant demands, our team leader said two very cool sentences.

  First, regardless of the cause of the incident, out of revolutionary humanitarian spirit, the army transport team has arranged for an ambulance to send that thug to the army hospital for treatment, and this unit also agrees to pay for the medical expenses of that thug. As for the soldier who accidentally injured someone, the unit will take corresponding measures.

  Secondly, according to the testimony of witnesses at the scene, it was that thug who first provoked a soldier carrying weapons for training. Can't rule out the possibility that this thug had ulterior motives for snatching the weapon? If we investigate further... Ah, haha, right?

  Then, the family of that rascal left with a sullen face.

  There was another rumor, which I didn't know about until one of the team leader's communication officers accidentally let it slip.

  It is said that the family members of the thug were still thinking about getting more benefits at that time, and they even dared to say that the treatment by the troops was unfair and wanted to appeal to the military region, appeal to the autonomous region, appeal to the Central Military Commission...

  Our team leader, who is even more awesome than Laughing Lord, said "Alright! I won't delay you from reporting to the authorities. The communication officer will see you out!"

  The correspondent happened to see a smile on our team leader's face when he went in.

  The communication officer has followed the team leader for two years, and he knows everything about the team leader's daily habits, such as how much food he eats, how many cups of tea he drinks, and how many cigarettes he smokes when working overtime at night. However, he has never seen the team leader smile like this before.

  The communicator felt a chill all over his body, his hair standing on end, and his throat dry, then the communicator knew that the team leader was absolutely right to send him off.

  The family members of that rascal all turned pale with fright. The communication officer didn't pull him up, guessing that the guy would have difficulty standing up even if he did.

  After those thugs and their family members left, the team leader's communication officer heard a loud noise coming from the team leader's office, like the sound of the team leader slamming his fist on the table.

  And another string of curses from the gang leader!

  "Damn it! In this day and age, what kind of turtle son of a bitch dares to fart in my office?! If I were in charge back then, I wouldn't have used a submachine gun to shoot you, you turtle grandson..."

  I managed to get out of it, but the third-class merit is definitely gone. If it weren't for the instructor helping me carry it, I'm afraid this armor would have been impossible to wear.

  It wasn't until I was released and especially after I got punished that I felt something was off?

  It seems like the instructor, especially Brother Kuangming, looks at me with a different gaze now.

  Although it's still the same training, the same days of endurance, the same conversations and chats, giving orders and listening to commands, I just feel like there's something not quite right.

  It seems like...

  Am I really making mistakes again or repeating the same old errors? It's gotten to the point where even Instructor and Gangming Gege are looking at me with disapproval!

  I'm so annoyed!

  I don't care about losing the third-class honor. In my eyes at that time, wasn't it just a metal plate made of iron?

  In elementary school, I coincidentally got a few awards, but when I was named as one of the "Three Good Students", I didn't feel like I had gained much. Was it third-rate honor? I thought that was just the level of an excellent Young Pioneer team leader!

  Those guys who knew to report my merits had already extorted me for several good meals, but at that time everyone was just looking for a lively and happy atmosphere. After eating, everyone was happy, so I didn't care!

  But when I saw my brother and instructor looking at me with that gaze, I really couldn't take it!

  What the hell did I do wrong?

  Isn't it just muddling through?

  Is this going to get me punished?

  It's laughable to think about it now, but at the time I was really resentful and had no outlet for my emotions. I looked forward to that one hour of sparring every day. I would hit whoever I could, with absolutely no mercy, sometimes until my eyes turned red and my front teeth were loose!

  After messing around for two weeks, the brothers can't take it anymore!

  Even if we usually train without holding back, even with a killer move or a dark move, it's still just training. If it really comes down to scratching each other's eyes out and kicking each other in the waist, absolutely no one will actually use full force.

  But when I play against training partners, I really go all out!

  Choked him to the ground, dug under his armpits, and twisted his neck bone. I fought for two weeks and knocked out three or four people. Once, if not for my brother Guangming's quick reaction to hold me back, I would have really strangled that son of Jiang Kuan!

  That day, I put on my gear and before my eyes even started to get red, several brothers were already paired up and fighting, no one came near me. I was thinking of checking out which two looked a bit promising and going over for a warm-up match, when Guangming brother came over and said "Baldy, shall we give it a try?"

  If it were in peacetime, I would really be a bit afraid of Ah-Ming's older brother.

  After all, others have been playing this game for many years and started training in the cradle, and bloody killings are also played with ease. I'm just a new recruit who has been training for over a year, how can I compete with him?

  I couldn't take it, my mind was full of nonsense and at that time I almost lost my temper!

  Let's get started!

  Now thinking back, you were really unfair at that time, Brother Kuangming...

  You clearly know that my temper is all about seeking to overwhelm others, and nothing else matters. The movement pattern isn't subtle at all! You just meant to press me down and educate me with virtue, but why did you end up beating me until I was flying everywhere and crawling all over the place, unable to even catch my breath?

  When Kuang Ming Ge's knee pressed on the back of my neck, everything in front of me was almost a bloody mess. I couldn't see anything clearly. My ears were filled with the sound of my own heavy breathing, like a bellows, but Kuang Ming Ge's voice seemed to be coming from very far away.

  Kang Ming brother said bald you kid sober yet? What exactly did you do wrong?

  Was I wrong?

  I was wrong!

  I'm standing up straight and yelling that I'm not wrong, next time I see a grandson like that, I'll hit him again, I might as well just punch him to death. What's the worst that could happen, you guys can just collapse on me!

  Kuang Ming brother turned me over and slapped two big ear stickers on me, then said "Bald head, you little rascal, listen clearly! Do you think beating people is upholding justice? Do you think beating people is heroic? Do you know what military rules are? Do you think you can bypass military rules to handle problems?"

  You've finally opened your eyes! We also know that the kid really deserved a beating! But what if someone else saw it from afar? They would only believe their own eyes, and they'd see a trained soldier using military killing techniques on a civilian, leaving him battered and bruised all over!

  You can explain to us, but can you explain it to the world? We believe in you, but why should others believe in you? Soldiers, put bluntly, must have the ferocity of a tiger and wolf, the majesty of a bear, otherwise how can they be called soldiers?

  If a group of such well-trained bloodthirsty beasts were to act arbitrarily, and everyone measured the world by their own standards of good and evil, wouldn't that make everyone feel insecure? That's why there are military rules! And cages to confine war beasts like us!

  Got it! You're wearing that armor, then your skills can only be used in the wars our country and people ask us to fight. Do you bloody understand?!