Starting from the deputy company commander of the Soldier Assault Team

Not only can he not match Xu Sanduo in the number of merits he has earned, but he is also not as good as Xu Sanduo in terms of quality. However, at least he has earned one more merit, which can make his father feel more proud in the village.

After all, staying in this remote grassland platoon, he had very few opportunities to earn merit. When he had the chance before, he was overshadowed by the deputy company commander, Wu Liuyi, and Xu Sanduo.

He was quite happy to have caught this one; at least it was better than nothing.

Cheng Cai fiddled with the scope in his hand, looked outside, then put it down. He prepared to pack his things. At the 702 training ground, he had heard people say that this competition was unusually fast and strange, and that it was specially organized.

I heard that other units came to select people. Cheng Cai knew very well that if someone could be selected from an elite unit like the T Division through a competition, no matter what unit it was, they must be very powerful.

He wanted to go, he was determined to go. He had had enough of this remote grassland platoon, and this time he was determined to seize the opportunity to stay in that unit, which he didn't even know was located there.

Only by staying there can he make a name for himself. Otherwise, in the fifth class of the grassland, he can see his end at a glance. In two or five years at most, he will definitely be retired.

……

While everyone was busy with their own things, Zhang Anbang strolled over to the headquarters of the 702nd Regiment.

"Report!" Zhang Anbang shouted loudly from outside the regimental commander's office.

"Come in."

"Hehe," Zhang Anbang pushed open the office door, looked inside and saw that Wang Qingrui was the only one there, "Uncle, what's good to eat tonight?"

"Oh dear, you know, I just had a meal at your house a little over a week ago, and you're going again? I'm starting to feel a bit embarrassed."

As soon as the office door opened, Wang Qingrui looked up and watched Zhang Anbang's behavior with a smile.

The little guy kept saying sorry, but there wasn't a trace of embarrassment on his face. His skin has gotten even thicker than before.

Although being shameless was a good thing, he couldn't help but curse the railway inwardly. That bastard was definitely no good. How long had Anbang been with him?

It's only been seven or eight months at most, and it's already turned into this state.

He snorted coldly and said irritably, "You little brat, trying to pull this on me?"

"Hehe," Zhang Anbang said casually, sitting down in the chair opposite Wang Qingrui's desk. "Uncle, what are you saying? I just wanted to have a nice meal at your house, but I was afraid of troubling Auntie."

To be honest, my aunt's braised pork belly and braised pork hock are absolutely amazing, as is her stir-fried lamb with scallions. I've been craving it for days.

"Haha," Wang Qingrui laughed, "Okay, there are still ten minutes left before we get off work. You sit down first, I'll finish processing these documents, and then we'll go back to Ke for dinner."

……

It was soon 5:30 PM. Wang Qingrui packed up the documents, stood up briskly, and said, "Come on, you'll be my driver today."

Zhang Anbang replied with a grin, "Okay, Uncle, let's go."

On the wide road, a Changfeng Cheetah drove towards the 702nd Regiment's family compound, which was actually not far from the regimental headquarters.

This is not the military garrison's family compound, but rather the family compound of the 702nd Regiment itself, which is at the regimental level.

Unlike the military region or army-level family compounds, these are all old-style four- or five-story tenement buildings. The conditions are much worse, but the convenience is the main attraction.

"Anbang, how's it going with the railway over there? If you can say something, then say it; if you can't, don't utter a single word."

Sitting in the back seat, Wang Qingrui asked.

Zhang Anbang considered it for a moment, "Well, Uncle, it's pretty good. I've learned a lot from Uncle Tie, a lot of new things, and I've made great progress."

I also saw some blood, which broadened my horizons.

Although Zhang Anbang spoke casually, and the second half of his sentence was even more vague, how could Wang Qingrui, a veteran regimental commander who had fought in battles, not understand the implied meaning?

When they last met, he felt that Zhang Anbang was a different person, but since the two of them had never had a chance to be alone together, he didn't ask any questions.

Now that they were alone together, a casual question he asked confirmed his suspicions.

The clean-cut air about this kid has completely vanished, replaced by a chillingly cold hardness.

He's fine when he's smiling, but once he puts on a serious face, he's colder and more stern than ever before.

Wang Qingrui had also survived a life filled with corpses and bloodshed; he had seen the dead and killed many with his own hands, making him particularly sensitive to the aura of those who had witnessed life and death.

It's actually quite easy to tell whether a soldier has seen blood or not: their eyes, body language, and attitude towards human life are all different.

To put it more mysteriously, it was a faint, almost imperceptible killing intent.

Ordinary people might at most think that this person has fierce eyes and a strange aura, but it's hard to pinpoint the specific differences.

But in the eyes of a veteran like Wang Qingrui, the difference was as glaring as a lantern in the dark, not to mention that Zhang Anbang hadn't yet learned how to deliberately hide it.

Soldiers who have seen bloodshed have deep, steady, and cold eyes. They look at people without flinching or avoiding them, like a hard rock. Even when they smile, there is a layer of calm and detachment hidden in their eyes.

Their bodies would unconsciously tense up, their center of gravity would be extremely low, and every move they made would be steady, accurate, and ruthless. Just standing there, they would be like a sheathed sword, exuding a sense of oppression even without speaking.

Even if a soldier has never seen blood, no matter how outstanding his training or how strong his skills, his eyes will still be bright and clear. You can tell the difference just by looking at him. The tension in his body and his control of his center of gravity are also completely different things.

Sitting in the back seat, Wang Qingrui slightly raised his eyelids. He was quite satisfied with Zhang Anbang's attitude. He neither violated the rules nor hid the important things from him. That was good enough.

But he couldn't help but curse the railway in his heart; that guy surnamed Tie was a real bastard.

Old Zhang's family only has this one son, and you're going to ruin him like this.

Although he understood that as a soldier, one must step up when necessary, and that he would have done the same if he were in the same position at the railway.

But he just couldn't help wanting to curse.

Why has he been taking every opportunity to bring Zhang Anbang home for dinner lately, and last time he even invited that bastard from the railway company along?

It wasn't just out of pity that the boy had no home and to take him back for a good meal; it was also to use the warmth and comfort of home to help him refine himself, to tone down his arrogance, and to teach him how to conceal his aura.

Wang Qingrui stopped talking about Zhang Anbang's affairs with the railway and instead started chatting about family matters. "I heard you bought a house? The military houses are all unfinished, what happened?"

Zhang Anbang smiled and said, "Uncle, I've already designed everything. I've told my second brother what kind of design I wanted, and he'll take care of it for me."