Starting from the deputy company commander of the Soldier Assault Team

Zhang Anbang quickly composed himself, his mood turning sour. "Captain, Battalion Commander, what do you need me for?"

"What is it? Good news," Yuan Lang put down the blueprints. Their dormitory was very safe. "I think these blueprints are excellent. Write down your ideas in a report and give it to the brigade leader."

We're the ones who use this stuff; we come up with the ideas, and we let others figure out and solve the material problems. Even if we can improve it a little, it will make things easier and faster for us on the battlefield, and our chances of survival will be much higher.

"Yes," Zhang Anbang put away the blueprints. Hearing Yuan Lang's words, his eyes lit up. Yes, they couldn't do anything new because the materials weren't up to par, but they could modify the design and location using the existing materials.

He needs to learn about combat command and troop command little by little, combining his knowledge of the future situation with his own understanding and making it his own ability.

But concepts like modularity, weight distribution, ergonomics, and tactical maneuvers and equipment matching can be directly applied to specific conditions.

Zhang Anbang felt that he had been training and doing missions all this time, and his brain had completely gone haywire.

But it's not too late to figure it out now. I'll find some time to study it and give it a try.

Zhang Anbang put the blueprints in the drawer, straightened his uniform, and said, "Since this is a good thing, let's go, Captain."

Yuan Lang shook his head and emphasized, "The captain told me to tell you to go find him, not the two of us. Go quickly."

"Um, I have a feeling you definitely know what it is. Tell me in advance," Zhang Anbang said, looking at Yuan Lang's grinning expression. He would bet a dollar that Yuan Lang definitely already knew the inside story.

"It's a good thing, you'll see when you get there," Yuan Lang waved his hand and left the dormitory. He was busy too, and just happened to be passing by when he came up to say hello.

He had just finished handing over his work to the chief of staff a while ago. Although he still holds the rank of lieutenant colonel, his official position is the acting chief of staff of the Old A Base, as well as the battalion commander of the 1st Combat Battalion and the company commander of the 3rd Company.

Although he remained a deputy regimental-level officer with the same rank and benefits, once the six-month probationary period was over, he would become a full regimental-level officer, and his rank would drop to 23 cents in a little over a year.

Looking at the 13 cents epaulets on his own shoulders, and then thinking about Yuan Lang, he had to admit that Yuan Lang was truly a prodigy. Normally, according to the rules, one would be promoted to colonel around the age of forty, but Yuan Lang's taillights were nowhere near his.

Fortunately, he had a special ability. If he worked hard, he would at least be a lieutenant colonel by the time he turned thirty. Zhang Anbang secretly encouraged himself.

"Report."

"Come in."

With permission, Zhang Anbang pushed open the office door and entered in perfect unison. "Reporting to the battalion commander, Zhang Anbang, acting deputy squadron leader of the third squadron, is here to report for duty. Please give instructions."

"Sit down," Railway said with a smile, pointing to the seat opposite him.

"Yes."

Seeing Zhang Anbang's upright demeanor, the railway was quite satisfied. "Don't be so reserved, relax. Your father and I were comrades-in-arms back then. In a way, you should call me uncle. Just be casual."

"Uh," Zhang Anbang was stunned for a moment. Was the original owner's father really that powerful? He guessed that the railway and Lao Wang knew each other and were probably old comrades-in-arms.

Although Lao Wang and the original owner's father were comrades-in-arms, the railway may not be.

Unexpectedly, the railway was also involved, and he increasingly felt that the original owner's father was no ordinary person.

So, he didn't fall on the two mountains. Now he should be a colonel, right? After all, the only comrades-in-arms of the original owner's father that we know so far are: Old Wang is a colonel, Deputy Division Commander Li Kangmei is a colonel, and Railway is now a senior colonel.

If the original owner's father was at least a colonel, wouldn't he be considered a second-generation military officer?

No, Zhang Anbang quickly realized that if the original owner's father were here, the original owner would not have been in such a miserable state, and he probably wouldn't have had the chance to come over.

After that drinking session, he might have been a lost soul, unlike now, with the military insignia on his person, and all sorts of monsters and demons would have to give way.

I pray once again that the original owner of this body, who shares the same name as me, will have a smooth and successful life in my wonderful world.

"Hehe, then I'll just go with whatever I want, Uncle Tie," Zhang Anbang said, his demeanor visibly relaxed.

"Yes, that's more like it. This is the kind of person Yuan Lang described you to be," Tie Lu laughed heartily, very happy.

"Ah, is the image described by the company commander acceptable?" Zhang Anbang had a bad feeling.

"Hmm, not bad, almost like Yuan Lang, both shameless," Tie Lu said, his smile undiminished.

"Oh, I'm relieved then." Zhang Anbang accepted the assessment of being shameless without hesitation. What's the point of having a face? Can it feed you?

"Haha, you're pretty good, kid. You're starting to look like me when I was young. It's been almost three months since you came here. How's it going?"

"Uncle, to tell the truth?" Zhang Anbang felt that the railway's attitude was similar to that of his dear Uncle Wang, and they had really become casual.

Upon hearing this, the railway frowned, then laughed and scolded, "You brat, isn't that obvious? If I wanted to hear a lie, why would I be asking you? Try telling a lie."

Just check if my belt knot is secure.

Zhang Anbang waved his hands repeatedly, "No need, no need, Uncle Tie, I believe your belt is definitely sturdy."

The weapons issued to our troops are already sturdy, and the ones issued to you are the best of the best.

To be honest, and I'm sure I'm telling the truth, I've been here for almost three months now, and all I feel is exhaustion, both physically and mentally. There are just too many tricks and schemes around.

Although it was tiring, I really learned a lot, and after learning more, I felt even more tired.

"Tell me, what's making you so tired?" Railway had heard many answers, and quite a few said they were tired, but this was the first time someone had said they were tired twice.

"The training intensity is high and there are many training routines. Although I understand them all, it is really tiring and frustrating to actually use them on myself."

The second kind of exhaustion is mental exhaustion. As Confucius said, "A gentleman has three things to fear: the mandate of Heaven, great men, and the words of sages."

The petty man is ignorant of the will of Heaven and therefore fearless; he is familiar with great men and insults the words of sages.

Before, I knew little and was less afraid. But after coming here and experiencing more, I've learned more and am more afraid, and my heart is weary.

"How so?" The railway was very interested.

"I knew it wouldn't be easy before, but coming here and facing the country's various hostile and malicious threats has made me realize that the situation has never been easy."

Before, ignorance was bliss; now, the more I know, the more I worry. I fear I'm too inexperienced to shoulder this responsibility, and I fear that one wrong step will disgrace this uniform.

Zhang Anbang spoke calmly, his tone somewhat low, and his expression very serious.