As a young marshal, it's reasonable for me to have 300,000 private troops, right?

There was no training that noon, and the trainees had just picked up their lunch bowls when the assembly whistle blew again.

Guo Songling stood in the center of the playground, with a neatly arranged pile of things on the open ground behind him.

The neatly folded military uniforms and bedding, the gleaming guns of all lengths, the heavy ammunition boxes, and even the large iron pots used by the cooks and the wooden buckets for carrying water were all lined up in a row, dazzling the eyes.

All the trainees hurriedly put down their bowls and chopsticks, lined up and ran to the playground. Looking at this scene, they were all dumbfounded, and whispers rose and fell among them.

"What's going on? Are they issuing new equipment?"

"That doesn't seem right. They've even put out an iron pot. Are they testing our cooking skills?"

"Stop guessing! Who can figure out what Instructor Guo is thinking? Be careful you don't get scolded again!" Despite the gossip, no one dared to speak loudly; they all held their breath, waiting for Guo Songling to speak.

Guo Songling put his hands behind his back, glanced at the queue, and said in a deep voice.

"Do you know why I called you all here during your lunch break?"

The queue fell silent instantly. Everyone looked at each other, but no one spoke.

Everyone knows Guo Songling's temper. This question looks simple, but who knows what traps it might hide? If you answer it wrong, you'll get a severe scolding. Nobody wants to be the one to stick their neck out.

Guo Songling didn't expect them to answer immediately. He pointed to the equipment on the ground and continued to ask.

"Then can any of you tell me what these are?"

Upon hearing this, the trainees were even more bewildered. Everyone present was a soldier; they recognized everything from uniforms and guns to pots and pans.

But the simpler the question, the less people dared to speak up. They all guessed that Guo Songling must have a deeper meaning, and they all lowered their heads even further.

While others couldn't fathom Guo Songling's thoughts, Qi Fan understood them perfectly.

He glanced at the equipment on the ground and instantly understood: Guo Songling wanted them to understand that these seemingly insignificant things were the foundation of an army.

For future generals who will lead troops, they must have a thorough understanding of every piece of equipment and every piece of supplies under their command.

Thinking about this, Qi Fan couldn't help but think to himself, "Putting aside this old guy's penchant for showing off, he really has a knack for managing troops. These things may seem trivial, but they are the lifeblood of the army. Being able to highlight these points is much more effective than just shouting slogans."

Without thinking twice, he suddenly stood up from the line and shouted, "Reporting, sir! I understand!"

This answer broke the silence of the playground, and everyone's eyes turned to Qi Fan.

Guo Songling was stunned for a moment, almost losing his composure. He cleared his throat awkwardly, inwardly cursing.

"Oh my goodness! Didn't you agree to give me some face and cooperate with my act? I was just about to give you a lecture to establish my authority, and why are you standing up to join in? You've already given me the answer, what's the point of me saying anything more?!"

He suppressed his inner turmoil, waved at Qi Fan, his tone stiff and tinged with barely perceptible panic.

"Um... I know you know, please sit down first."

Qi Fan was completely dumbfounded. Huh? I haven't even given you the answer yet, and you're telling me to sit down? What does this mean? You know I know? You know but you won't let me say it? Is this old guy out of his mind?

Seeing that he didn't move, Guo Songling was afraid that he would interrupt again, so she quickly took a step forward and spoke first, her speech half a beat faster than usual, as if she was afraid that Qi Fan would cut her off.

"These! This is all the equipment and supplies of every unit in our army! From the uniforms we wear and the blankets we use, to the light and heavy machine guns and rifle ammunition we use to kill the enemy, and even the iron pots and wooden buckets we use to feed you. Every one of you here could become a company commander, battalion commander, regimental commander, or even a higher-ranking general in the future! These things are your foundation, your source of confidence! You must know them as well as you know your own eyes and nose!"

As he spoke, Guo Songling walked to the equipment, picked up a heavy machine gun, and began to explain in detail the model, performance, maintenance points, and even the fabric of the uniform, the ratio of ammunition, and the precautions for using the iron pot.

He spoke with great enthusiasm and passion, occasionally asking questions, and the trainees listened attentively.

Qi Fan obediently sat back in the queue, leaning against the back and quietly watching Guo Songling "giving orders" on the stage, and couldn't help but sneer in his heart: "This old guy's pretentiousness is really ingrained in his bones."

To be honest, Qi Fan didn't have a good impression of Guo Songling.

Unlike Zhang Xueliang in the original novel, who treated Guo Songling like an ancestor and even thought Guo Songling's farts smelled sweet, he didn't treat Guo Songling like that.

Qi Fan never acts like a simp; he understands better than anyone the truth that simps end up with nothing.

In his view, Guo Songling did have some military talent, but he was too ambitious and had an extreme personality.

Even if we need to use him in the future, we must never put him in a core position. At most, we can keep him by our side as an advisor, to give us ideas and run errands. We must never let him hold real power.

After Guo Songling finished explaining all the relevant knowledge about the equipment, he glanced at the sky and cleared his throat.

"Alright, that's all for the equipment. You've all worked hard these past few days with the intense training. I've already spoken to the mess hall, and they'll be giving everyone an extra meal tonight! Also, everyone has a day off tomorrow to rest and recharge!"

"good!""

Long live Instructor Guo!

These words instantly caused the tense formation to erupt in cheers. The fatigue that the trainees had been suppressing for many days vanished, and their shouts of joy echoed throughout the entire training ground. Every face was filled with excited smiles.

Amidst the jubilation, a slender figure slowly approached from afar, her gait elegant and composed.

Qi Fan glanced at it unintentionally and his eyes widened instantly. He stopped in his tracks. It was none other than his wife, Yu Fengzhi!

Why did she suddenly come to the Military Academy? Qi Fan was full of doubts, but he still subconsciously took two steps forward to greet her.

Yu Fengzhi, dressed in an elegant cheongsam, stood out among a group of men in military uniforms.

She showed no stage fright, walking gracefully to the front of the line with a gentle smile on her face.

"Dear trainees, my friend Hanqing has been telling me that you all train hard and live frugally. Today I brought some fresh minced meat, so let's make dumplings together tonight as a small token of my appreciation and a treat for everyone!"

If Guo Songling's announcement of a holiday and extra meals delighted the trainees, then Yu Fengzhi's words and the meat filling she brought pushed the excitement to its peak!

Dumplings are a rare treat these days, and the fact that they were personally delivered by the young marshal's wife made the trainees feel even more touched, and they immediately shouted in unison.

"Long live Sister-in-law! Long live Hanqing!"

In an instant, everyone felt deeply grateful for Qi Fan's kindness.

Yu Fengzhi's brilliant assist not only deepened Qi Fan's approachable image but also directly elevated his status among the trainees to its highest point.

Amid cheers, Yu Fengzhi quickly walked to Qi Fan's side, avoiding everyone's gaze, and whispered in his ear to take credit.

"How about it? I've done my part to save face for you, haven't I? Does this count as exceeding the task you assigned?"

Qi Fan looked at the slyness and smile in her eyes, and felt a warm glow in his heart. He nodded with a smile.

"She's not just beautiful, she's absolutely perfect! Now these kids are definitely more loyal to us from now on."

As he spoke, he quickly kissed her cheek when no one was looking.

Yu Fengzhi's cheeks flushed instantly. She glared at him shyly and scolded him softly.

"With so many people watching, don't you know your place?"

"It's only natural for me to kiss my own wife, and it's not illegal," Qi Fan said with a smug smile, his tone carrying a hint of coquetry.

Yu Fengzhi was amused by him and then lowered her voice to add.

"I've booked a private room at Fuxinglou Restaurant in the city, and I've also stored some good wine. You can invite Zhang Tingshu and a few of your close brothers over for a small get-together tonight to relax and have a few drinks."

A warm feeling instantly welled up in Qi Fan's heart, and he almost laughed out loud with gratitude. Yu Fengzhi is so considerate!

She may not be the most stunning woman he has ever met, but when it comes to understanding his thoughts and managing his social interactions, she is definitely the one who understands him best and is most attuned to his needs.

If you have a wife like this, what can your husband ask for?