My military function points

Chapter 2: Merge Index!

"Chen Rong!"

"To!"

Chen Rong, who was staring at the panel in a daze, heard someone calling him. He turned around and saw his recruit company squad leader Liu Chuan coming over, accompanied by a sturdy third-term non-commissioned officer.

"This is squad leader Ma Shouliang from the base's logistics squad. He's here to pick you up," Liu Chuan introduced.

"Hello, squad leader!" Chen Rong saluted immediately.

Ma Shouliang smiled and replied: "Okay, Chen Rong, right? You will follow me from now on!"

Liu Chuan said: "Lao Ma is a very good squad leader. Chen Rong, you will improve quickly if you follow him! The car is still waiting for me, I'll leave first."

"Sergeant, I'm sorry! I lost your third-class merit!" Chen Rong looked at Liu Chuan with a guilty look on his face.

Liu Chuan patted Chen Rong's arm and laughed: "What nonsense are you talking about! Is it so easy for you to get the third-class merit? This matter has nothing to do with you, don't think too much!"

"Let's go!"

Chen Rong watched the last military vehicle drive out of the base gate with a look of disappointment on his face.

"Come on, I'll take you around. You've been in the recruit company for these few months, and you haven't been to other places in the base, right?" Ma Shouliang picked up Chen Rong's backpack and started walking with him while talking.

This training base is located in the mountains, close to Jiangcheng, a central city in China.

The entire base is a sunken structure. Once you enter the gate, you will see dormitory buildings and teaching buildings on both sides, large training grounds in the middle, and even a helipad at the very back.

The recruit company where Chen Rong was located was on the right side of the entrance. Ma Shouliang was taking him around the middle training ground to the left.

After the new recruits were assigned to the company, there was no one else to be seen in the huge base except the two of them; there wasn’t even enough space to play Landlord.

"Our usual tasks are very simple. We just walk around the base when we have nothing to do and do our part if we see any place that needs maintenance or cleaning," said Ma Shouliang.

"Squad leader, are there only two of us in the logistics squad?" Chen Rong asked.

"Not counting you, there were originally three of them. One retired from the army a year ago and returned home to get married. One is a patient and is now lying in the hospital."

"Hospital? What happened?"

"That guy stole dog food and was bitten by a dog." Ma Shouliang said unhappily.

The two had come to the area on the left side of the entrance, and from time to time, dogs barked outside the wall. Next door was the dog team, which had more than a dozen military dogs.

Chen Rong looked over and saw a large slogan on the wall of the dog team: Stealing dog food is strictly prohibited! Make sure every bite of dog food goes into the dog's mouth!
Tsk tsk, this guy is brave enough to commit a crime against the wind! Chen Rong gave a thumbs up to the comrade he had never met.

"See that little door on the wall? From now on, we'll go through here to the canteen of the dog team to eat." Ma Shouliang pointed to a small iron door on the wall and said with a smile, "I've already said hello to them today. I'll give you a welcome meal at noon!"

Including various subsidies, Chen Rong's food allowance was 20 yuan a day, which was not low. But as new recruits joined the company, the people in the kitchen team also left. Even if Ma Shouliang and the other two had a daily allowance of 40 yuan, it was not worth it to cook by himself.

"Thank you monitor!"

As they were talking, the two came to a four-story building. A pedal tricycle was parked downstairs and the words "Logistics Class" were written on the door of the first floor.

"This is where we're staying. You can pack your luggage first and order whatever you want. I'll get you some fruit."

"Yes!"

After Ma Shouliang left, Chen Rong pushed the door open and the scene in front of him immediately made him frown.

This is a room of more than 40 square meters, with two bunk beds close to the wall, and the quilts and pillows on the beds are crumpled into a ball. A study table is piled with miscellaneous items, several chairs are tilted, and the floor is filled with cigarette butts, paper scraps and other garbage.

Is this a dormitory? The doghouse next door is cleaner than this, right?
Everything in front of him made Chen Rong feel uncomfortable all over. Without hesitation, he put his luggage on one of the bunks, rolled up his sleeves and began to tidy up his room.

After more than three months in the recruit company, if there was one thing that Chen Rong was not at the bottom of, it was housekeeping.

To be precise, he felt guilty for his lagging behavior, so he took the initiative to take charge of all the housekeeping in the class and practiced it hard. In less than half an hour, Chen Rong finally stopped his busy figure, panting and sat down on the chair. Looking at the room that barely met the housekeeping standards, he felt a sense of accomplishment.

Seeing that Ma Shouliang had not returned yet, Chen Rong summoned the panel.

【Physical fitness: Index 11】

[Skill - Housekeeping: Index 22]

[Skill-Fighting: Index 11]

[Skill-Shooting: Index 11]

"I didn't expect that this clean-up would actually increase my housekeeping skill index a little bit!"

Chen Rong immediately noticed the change in data on the panel, and it also made him come to an inference: Is it true that as long as training is carried out, the indexes of all projects will continue to rise?
After coming up with this idea, Chen Rong decided to verify it. However, what he wanted to do most now was to experience what index merging was all about.

Thinking of this, Chen Rong directly controlled his consciousness and started operating on the panel.

The next moment, he felt an extremely warm and comfortable feeling in his body. All the fatigue from cleaning just now was swept away. The power surging in his body made him want to go to the playground and run ten kilometers right now!
The data on the panel has also changed again:

[Physical fitness: Index 22 (time limit 2 hours)]

[Skill - Housekeeping: Index 11 (Time limit 2 hours)]

[Skill-Fighting: Index 11]

[Skill-Shooting: Index 11]

"Fuck!"

A cry of surprise came.

Ma Shouliang stood at the door, holding a bag of tangerines, stunned.

"I was just out for a while, how did the room become like this? Chen Rong, did you do all this?" Looking at the square blocks of tofu above the bed, as well as the spotless floor and table, Ma Shouliang's face was full of disbelief.

"Monitor, I have nothing to do anyway, so I just cleaned it up casually."

"So you've been spending all your time on housework for the past three months?"

Chen Rong:.
Ma Shouliang realized that he had touched Chen Rong's sore spot, smiled a little embarrassedly, walked over and put the orange on the table: "Thank you for your hard work, Chen Rong, come and eat the orange!"

"Thank you, squad leader."

Before he finished speaking, several oranges rolled off the edge of the table.

Chen Rong subconsciously bent down and reached out to take it, but out of the corner of his eye he saw a figure moving faster than him!

"what?"

Ma Shouliang put a few oranges back on the table and looked at Chen Rong with some confusion.

Chen Rong was confused and scratched his head: "What's wrong, squad leader?"

"Liu Chuan said that you have a poor physique and can't keep up with the training. But your reaction speed just now is almost catching up with me. This is unscientific!"

Ma Shouliang muttered something and stretched out his hand to Chen Rong.

"What do you do, squad leader?" Chen Rong was curious.

"Come on, let's shake hands."

(End of this chapter)