Starting from the deputy company commander of the Soldier Assault Team

Qi Huan was speechless, so he specially brought the deputy company commander along this time. Was he just there to take the fall?

Goodness, thank goodness the deputy squadron leader was there, otherwise I would have been the one to take the blame for the main force.

Qi Huan's mind raced, and he immediately understood. He gave Yuan Lang a thumbs up, "Squad leader, it has to be you! Brilliant, truly brilliant."

Little did he expect that his words of praise would be met with Yuan Lang's serious expression.

"By the way, didn't you all go through this? Did I offend you?"

Seeing Yuan Lang's serious expression, Qi Huan hesitated for a moment, then said something ambiguous: "It's hard to say."

"Hey, you," Yuan Lang's expression changed instantly, "I'll kick you to death."

As he spoke, he quickly darted out from behind the table. Upon seeing this, Qi Huan immediately ran away, not even bothering to take a detour, and jumped directly over a small patch of bushes.

Yuan Lang, who was originally thinking of catching up with him, spotted two strangers at a glance: a captain with a camera and a second-term sergeant carrying a bag.

Yuan Lang watched the two walk this way and quickly returned to the table.

To Yuan Lang's surprise, even with his obvious actions, the two still walked this way, so he simply took two more steps out and blocked their path.

The captain greeted him with a smile, "Sorry, sorry," and gave a not-so-standard military salute.

Yuan Lang asked without any politeness, "What's up?"

Captain Zhang was the propaganda officer of the 702nd Regiment. He had previously made a mistake in his report, writing that the first battle of Menglianggu was fought by the 6th Company, which had performed great service, and refused to apologize, which led to a conflict with the 7th Company.

As a result of this incident, he not only got a beating, but was also assigned by Commander Wang to experience life in a grassroots company for half a year, which was a very difficult time for him.

Those brutes at the grassroots level are a disgrace to civility. In just six months, not only did his once fair skin turn dark, but he also lost all interest and time in writing reports.

Not long after returning to the propaganda section of the regiment, he took Li Meng around to gather material, hoping to write a few good articles, otherwise his promotion to major would have to be postponed.

He drove around for a while, and finally, the scene at this field training ground caught his attention. Listening to the soldiers talking about selection and assessment, he became even more interested.

He guessed that there was probably a very interesting match taking place here, after all, he saw the reconnaissance battalion, and their camouflage was too easy to recognize.

Not only were there officers from the division's reconnaissance battalion present, but there was also a type of camouflage uniform he had never seen before, so it must be something serious.

If you could interview people here and write an article about it, you'd likely get praise, and might even be recognized for your contributions.

If he really succeeds, his promotion to major will not only not be delayed, but may even be brought forward.

Because his car had the license plate of the 702nd Regiment, he didn't encounter many checks along the way. Even when he was stopped a few times, he simply mentioned his identity as a special correspondent for the military newspaper and got away with it.

Just as he was about to find the camp, people wearing camouflage he had never seen before stopped him from entering.

While he was still trying to figure out a solution, he happened to see a lieutenant colonel chasing someone. He immediately took advantage of the guards' inattention and darted over, apology and greeting them as he moved closer.

Just when he thought he was finally about to succeed, he was hit with another setback.

Yuan Lang glanced at the newcomer, focusing on the camera in his hand. Seeing that the camera, though the lens cap was off, was indeed not being used for taking pictures, he was relieved.

"Who are you?" Yuan Lang's tone was impolite and full of interrogation.

Officer Zhang smiled and said, "Hello, hello, excuse me, I'm a special correspondent for the military newspaper, my surname is Zhang, and this is my assistant, his surname is Li."

Officer Zhang quickly introduced himself and Li Meng.

Li Meng quickly took out a pen and notebook from his bag and held them in his hand. He had been following Officer Zhang for quite some time and was very clear about his job responsibilities.

Then he smiled and saluted Yuan Lang, "Hello."

The result far exceeded Officer Zhang's expectations; the identity of a special correspondent for the military newspaper, which was usually very useful, was no different from a piece of waste paper here.

Yuan Lang glanced at the two men, then looked directly past them and shouted to the officers on duty nearby, "Hey, who let them in?"

Officer Zhang was somewhat helpless. He had encountered similar situations before, but this was the first time he had seen such a poor attitude.

If Zhang Anbang were here, out of consideration for their shared surname, he might tell him to get lost, 'Do you think you're Xu Sanduo, getting special treatment?'

Zhang was somewhat discouraged, but thinking of the hard work he had put in for more than six months, he immediately smiled and said, "This, this, this is not his fault. We just wanted to interview you."

Looking at this shameless fellow, Yuan Lang's tone grew even harsher, "Why are you interviewing me? What's there to interview about me?"

As he spoke, he turned around and went back behind the table, flipped the map over, and began to stack it. This was a military map, marked in great detail.

If this information were leaked, this area within a hundred kilometers would be completely exposed to the enemy.

Officer Zhang had no intention of secretly photographing military maps. Although he was a bit lazy and unreliable, he knew the most basic things.

He quickened his pace to catch up with Yuan Lang. "Aren't you the person in charge of this competition?"

Yuan Lang, who was folding maps, was puzzled when he heard this. "What competition? Who said there was a competition?"

Officer Zhang felt that the lieutenant colonel was simply ignoring him, and asked again to confirm, "Isn't this a competition in progress?"

Yuan Lang looked around. "What competition? Did you see any competition?"

Officer Zhang was genuinely puzzled. He exchanged a glance with Li Meng, both of them looking completely bewildered.

"Ah, well," Officer Zhang didn't know what to say.

Yuan Lang stuffed the folded map into his pocket, then picked up the GPS handheld device that was face down on the table, turned around and left, saying, "Go find whoever said there was a competition, huh?"

After saying that, he turned around, leaned back in his chair, picked up a water bottle, and took a couple of sips.

Officer Zhang persisted, pressing closer, "Perhaps we didn't explain things clearly just now. We've been looking around all the way here, including during interviews and so on."

We all feel this is a very interesting match, so we'd like to ask you to talk about it.

Yuan Lang put down his water bottle, pulled out his sunglasses, put them on, and struck a pose as if he were sunbathing. "Like I said, whoever says there's a match, you go and interview them, understand?"

Just then, the guard, Xiao Ma, reported, "Captain, another eliminated member has been brought back."