Starting from the deputy company commander of the Soldier Assault Team

"Smashed cucumber," Wu Liuyi said first.

"Cold pig's ear salad," Cheng Cai added, also ordering a cold dish.

Pfft, Yuan Lang couldn't help but laugh out loud, looking at Xu Sanduo, "Hey Sanduo, you're not going to order cold dishes too, are you? How about you order some cold dandelion salad?"

Xu Sanduo shook his head vigorously. He didn't want to eat wild vegetables anymore. Thinking about the treatment he received like a sheep a few days ago, he didn't want to eat wild vegetables for at least six months. "No, no, I want hot and sour soup."

"Sigh," Zhang Anbang shook his head and looked at Yuan Lang, "Look, look, how are my 702 soldiers? They're all so frugal, unwilling to spend your money, their leader."

"Yes, yes, you're absolutely right. Otherwise, we wouldn't be able to pick them out," Yuan Lang nodded repeatedly, agreeing with Zhang Anbang's words. "Since they're all reluctant to part with them, then we'll leave it to you, their old leader."

"Okay," Zhang Anbang took the menu made of plastic wrapping directly from Xu Sanduo's hand, glanced at it casually, and said, "I'll be a bit more generous and won't try to save you any money."

Yuan Lang shrugged, indicating that it was fine with him.

As he spoke, Zhang Anbang glanced at the owner who was holding a small notebook and preparing to write down the names of the dishes, and said directly, "Boss, boiled sliced ​​pork, sweet and sour pork, stir-fried potatoes, green peppers, and eggplant, mapo tofu, stir-fried mixed vegetables, these are the hot dishes."

"Bring another plate of chive and egg dumplings, three bowls of rice, and ten steamed buns. That's all for now; we'll add more if needed."

"Alright, sir, please have some water first. I'll have the kitchen prepare the dishes right away," the boss said with a smile, taking the order form and heading straight to the kitchen.

They arrived a little early, just after 11 a.m. The restaurant wasn't busy, and the owner quickly brought out several dishes.

After finishing their meal quickly, the group got into their car and headed straight for the military airport.

They returned by helicopter again, not on a private plane, but on the way, so it wouldn't be difficult to give the five of them a ride.

Once aboard the helicopter, the differences between the three were immediately apparent. Although Wu Liuyi was also somewhat excited, he firmly suppressed it and glanced at Yuan Lang and Zhang Anbang, who were resting with their eyes closed against the cabin wall.

He glanced out the window a few times, then closed his eyes to rest as well.

Sitting opposite Wu Liuyi, Cheng Cai and Xu Sanduo were a little different, especially Cheng Cai, who was very excited at the moment.

After glancing at Yuan Lang and Zhang Anbang, who were resting with their eyes closed, he turned to look out the window and saw the armored vehicle that had been parked at the entrance of the 702nd Regiment's barracks for years.

"The regimental headquarters is down there," he grinned, patted Xu Sanduo on the shoulder, and whispered in his ear, "Do you think they know we're right above them?"

Xu Sanduo replied with a grin, "I definitely don't know."

Cheng Cai shook his head. "No, I have to throw something down so they'll know." As he spoke, he took off his military cap and made a gesture as if to throw it.

Xu Sanduo quickly reached out and stopped him.

Yuan Lang, who was not far from them, did not hear what the two were saying because of the roaring sound inside the helicopter. However, with just a quick glance and their actions, he was able to guess what they were talking about.

Therefore, he coughed loudly as a reminder.

Zhang Anbang found it a bit funny; they were still young, getting a little carried away when they got excited.

Not to mention that the helicopter doors are closed and nothing can be thrown out.

Losing your military cap, whether intentionally or accidentally, is considered a sign of poor conduct and a lack of responsibility.

Peaked hats are considered a type of distinctive clothing and personal accessory.

According to Article 102 of the disciplinary regulations, for minor cases of losing or damaging equipment, a warning or serious warning shall be given; for more serious cases, a demerit or major demerit shall be given; and for extremely serious cases, demotion or reduction of rank shall be imposed.

Military caps are considered light equipment. If lost, they are generally treated as minor offenses, with a warning, written apology, and compensation being the standard procedure.

In the military, if you lose any equipment, the whole platoon or even the whole company will help search for it. They'll search everything: training grounds, pigsties, toilets, ditches, transportation routes, and outing routes.

If it can be retrieved, it usually results in criticism and education, a written self-criticism, or a verbal warning; it is generally not recorded in the personnel file.

If it cannot be found, the formal processing procedure begins, requiring a written self-criticism of at least 3000 words, which must be presented at a military assembly. For example, the compensation for the lost peaked cap is around 15 yuan, deducted from the allowance.

Furthermore, there are subsequent consequences. Those who were eligible for awards, commendations, or outstanding soldier status that year will be out of the running. Non-commissioned officers will be affected if they want to stay in the military or get promoted. The impact on conscripts is not significant, but there will be warning records in their files.

With Yuan Lang's similar reminder gesture, Cheng Cai became more restrained, put his peaked cap back on, and whispered in Xu Sanduo's ear, "Xu Sanduo, think about what we rode in when we first arrived—a stuffy can.

Now? Helicopters.

Cheng Cai glanced at the scenery outside the side window, then turned back to look at Xu Sanduo, "We're almost at Old A. What awaits us is an even longer road and many more things."

I think, starting today, we need to get used to taking a helicopter ride, looking down, and working hard.

As he spoke, Cheng Cai extended his fist and bumped it with Xu Sanduo's.

Wu Liuyi found their actions somewhat amusing; they were so young. Was he like that back then? He closed his eyes again, lost in memories.

Yuan Lang cleared his throat and asked loudly, "How's it going? Is it flying steadily?"

Cheng Cai, beaming, replied loudly, "Steady, absolutely steady."

Zhang Anbang chuckled to himself. Sure enough, it was his first time in a helicopter, and his excitement had overshadowed everything else. Helicopters are made of rotor blades; when the rotor spins, the fuselage shakes. This is a physical characteristic that cannot be changed. It's not like a fixed-wing glider flight like a commercial airliner, so there's no question of stability.

Sitting for a short time is fine, but once the novelty wears off, it gets annoying. Sitting for too long causes back pain, toothache, and nausea – it's pure torture.

In short, military helicopters are noise torture devices, plus vibrating massagers, plus a stuffy canister, and finally, an airsickness cradle on top of that. They are purely for fighting and have absolutely no comfort to speak of.

Yuan Lang's lips curled into a smile. "Are you dizzy?"

"I'm not dizzy," Wu Liuyi replied loudly.

Xu Sanduo chuckled and said loudly, "I'm not dizzy."

Wu Liuyi actually wanted to laugh a little; the corners of his mouth turned up. Was it a bit unnecessary to ask the armored soldiers if they felt dizzy?

However, upon glancing at Xu Sanduo opposite him, a wave of dead memories instantly overwhelmed him, and even his clean and tidy clothes seemed to emit a sour and foul smell.

As the helicopter landed, the five people disembarked and formed a small team again, continuing their advance.

On the straight road, officers were coming and going. Zhang Anbang knew that Yuan Lang's routine was about to continue, after all, he had used the same routine before.

However, the method he used was different from Wu Liuyi and the others, as it lacked the selection process.