Starting from the deputy company commander of the Soldier Assault Team

Zhang Anbang looked at Wang Qingrui with a grin, "Regimental Commander, next time you receive a reward from the army group leaders, you have to save one for me."

Wang Qingrui was immediately at a loss for words, "You little rascal, come on, come on, hurry up and go."

The group strode out of the regimental headquarters building, and as soon as they reached the bottom of the stairs, the five of them naturally formed a small marching formation.

Yuan Lang led the team from the left front, with Zhang Anbang half a step behind him on his left rear side. Wu Liuyi, Cheng Cai, and Xu Sanduo formed a single file, sticking close to the right rear of the two, with a step between each other.

Yuan Lang patted the file in his hand. Now he could finally keep it in his hands. As for whether he could keep it in the end, that was another matter.

Yuan Lang glanced at the three people on his right and casually asked, "How are you feeling about leaving your old unit and joining A Brigade soon?"

Cheng Cai, who was walking in the middle of the line, was the first to answer, "Reporting to the commander, it feels good."

Upon hearing this, Yuan Lang frowned almost imperceptibly.

Wu Liuyi also spoke up, "Reporting to the commander, I am a little reluctant, but more than that, I am curious. I am very curious about how the A Battalion has such high combat power, and how it was able to beat the Steel Seventh Company like that."

Wu Liuyi still harbored some resentment about this matter.

Yuan Lang thought to himself, "These really are genuine armor-piercing rounds. It's been more than half a year since the exercise, and I'm still thinking about them."

Seeing that Xu Sanduo remained silent, Yuan Lang asked again, "And you, Xu Sanduo, why haven't you answered?"

When Xu Sanduo heard his name called, he replied, "It's...it's alright."

Yuan Lang was a little annoyed. "What do you mean by 'it's alright'? Why do you always give such ambiguous answers?" He looked at Xu Sanduo. "You're about to leave your old unit. Aren't you upset?"

Xu Sanduo, holding the box containing the armored vehicle model, stared blankly at Yuan Lang, unsure how to respond.

Wu Liuyi remained silent; he had already answered that question.

As for Zhang Anbang, he is trying to minimize his presence as much as possible. Otherwise, when the three of them enter the Old A unit, they will see the deputy company commander, who was originally very enthusiastic, suddenly become a completely different person and scold them harshly.

Cheng Cai leaned forward and continued, "Reporting to the commander, we are building on the past and forging ahead into the future."

Yuan Lang's smile vanished instantly. "Hypocrite, stop pretending."

As he spoke, he took off his military cap. "How much time should I give you?"

Xu Sanduo didn't react in time, but Cheng Cai replied directly, "Reporting to the commander, five minutes will be enough."

As for Wu Liuyi, he already had his luggage on his back, so he didn't have any time left and just followed along.

Seeing that Xu Sanduo still hadn't moved, he gently patted Xu Sanduo.

Xu Sanduo then realized what was happening and immediately asked his question, "What do you mean, how much time, and what for?"

Xu Sanduo began to count, "I want to go see Squad Leader Shi and say goodbye to him, I also want to go see the Fifth Squad of the Grassland, and..."

Before he could finish speaking, Yuan Lang interrupted him, "Are you making a wish here? Do you want me to give you a month's leave so you can go back and see your parents? You're pushing your luck."

Then Yuan Lang said seriously, "Now go back and pack your luggage. I'll treat you to lunch to make up for the two days I made you go hungry. Otherwise, I'll feel bad. Okay, it's settled then."

After saying that, Yuan Lang turned to Zhang Anbang, winked, and said, "Anbang, I'm going to see a comrade first. The rest is up to you. Isn't the Steel Seventh Company your old territory? You can go and take a look while you're at it."

Yuan Lang's idea was to have Zhang Anbang project the image of a former leader to the three of them as much as possible, so that the training would be more effective and motivating for them.

"Yes, squadron leader, leave it to me," Yuan Lang said, so Zhang Anbang had no choice but to agree.

He understood Yuan Lang's meaning perfectly: he wanted him to interact more with these three soldiers so that the psychological pressure on the three sergeants would be greater during training.

As the first batch of non-commissioned officers to be piloted, they certainly need to achieve results. Only if these three non-commissioned officers perform well can their pilot program be more successful, and only then can they recruit a wider range of soldiers in the future.

As for the issue of all of them being officers, that's not a problem at all. There was no other way before because most of the non-commissioned officers didn't have the necessary education.

Old A is the most advanced pilot unit in the army. They are exposed to the most advanced weapons and have access to a vast amount of knowledge that only officers can currently achieve.

However, as the education level of non-commissioned officers increases, this is no longer a problem, especially since their elite unit has significantly more spots available for direct admission to higher education.

They can train non-commissioned officers to become officers themselves. Although it takes a bit of time, it is a good thing for the troops. Training first and then learning is a good combination of practice and theory.

Watching Yuan Lang turn and walk away, Cheng Cai spoke up, "Chief."

As if he'd been pricked in the butt, Yuan Lang immediately turned around and pointed at Cheng Cai, "Hey, don't call me 'Chief,' don't call me 'Chief' so early."

As he spoke, he patted Cheng Cai's chest hard with the hand holding the file folder, "Whether or not you can become your leaders depends on your performance, so speak."

Yuan Lang's action actually made Cheng Cai smile. He thought it was a sign of the leader being close to the soldier, since Gao Cheng often kicked Wu Liuyi.

Cheng Cai straightened up. "Commander, I want to ask if we have the opportunity to participate in actual combat? There's another question that's been on my mind for a long time. Everyone's talking about the Old A team, and we're about to join the Old A team."

What exactly does "Old A" mean?

Upon hearing this question, Wu Liuyi's eyes lit up, but he wasn't interested in what "Old A" meant; he was only interested in whether he could participate in actual combat.

Yuan Lang threw the file folder onto the box that Xu Sanduo was holding, and also threw the military cap he was holding onto the box.

Without saying a word, he rolled up his sleeves, revealing a peanut-sized scar on his forearm that was quite conspicuous. Anyone with a little experience could tell that it was the mark left by a penetrating wound.

Zhang Anbang knew what Yuan Lang was going to say as soon as he saw this gesture, after all, he had been through something similar before.

He always felt that Yuan Lang had tricked every newcomer with this wound, and he even knew what Yuan Lang was going to say next.

Initially, the explanation was that it was M16, but after Yuan Lang confirmed it, he changed his story and said it was stabbed with a screwdriver.

This wound is quite famous within the Old A team; it even has a special name. Everyone jokingly calls it the M16 screwdriver wound.

Zhang Anbang didn't understand at first, but he wasn't fooled by him either, since he had long held a skeptical attitude towards some of Yuan Lang's words.

However, he later realized that it couldn't be a penetrating wound from an M16 bullet, because if an M16 bullet were to hit, the entry point would be very small and the exit point would be extremely large, making it impossible for two perfectly symmetrical circular wounds like the one on Yuan Lang's arm.