Starting from the deputy company commander of the Soldier Assault Team

Wu Liuyi stepped forward and shouted, "Attention, everyone! Push-ups—get ready!"

After a month and a half of training, the new recruits were no longer the civilians in military uniforms they once were, as Wu Liuyi gave the order.

Although the recruits had deep doubts, they quickly lay down on the ground and got ready.

Shi Jin and the three squad leaders, number four, five, and six, moved among the new recruits, checking their preparations one by one.

"The standard hand position for this soldier requires both palms facing down, fingers naturally together, placed directly below the shoulders, with the distance between them the same as or slightly wider than the shoulders. Yours is too wide, adjust it."

"Hey soldier, keep your head naturally forward and look straight ahead at the ground. Why are you raising your head so high? Are you waiting for me to feed you?"

"Xu Sanduo, tighten your core, glutes, and thigh muscles. Your body should be in a straight line from the back of your head to your heels. Why are you sticking your butt out so high?" Wu Liuyi lightly stepped on Xu Sanduo's raised buttocks and forcibly pressed him down.

What, what are they trying to do?

The new recruits were completely bewildered. Weren't they supposed to be receiving gifts and having extra food? This was clearly preparation for push-ups! Did they prepare too much food and were worried we wouldn't be able to finish it, so they wanted us to do some exercise to aid digestion?

Before the recruits' wild thoughts had even ended, Shi Jin had already started talking with a grin.

"Comrades, the deputy platoon leader was worried that you would go hungry tonight, so he specially asked me to give you an extra meal. Let's start with push-ups. Don't count them. Once the newspapers under you are wet, you can get ready to sleep."

Wu Liuyi, you'll supervise.

Shi Jin specifically emphasized that the extra meal was delivered by the deputy company commander. He didn't want to accept the new recruits' subsequent warm greetings. Since it was the deputy company commander who delivered the extra meal, the new recruits naturally needed to understand who they should thank.

After Shi Jin finished speaking, he turned and left the dormitory to patrol other classes, leaving behind only the incredulous wails of the new recruits.

"Yes, squad leader." Wu Liuyi readily agreed.

"Hurry up and do it. What are you dawdling for? Finish it early and go to bed early. We have training tomorrow. At this rate, the newspapers will be soaked by dawn."

Seeing that some new recruits were only going through the motions, Wu Liuyi quickly started urging them on.

Unlike Wu Liuyi and Shi Jin, the new recruits were not in a relaxed and happy mood. At this moment, they only had one thought in their minds: the deputy company commander was really a swindler. They were thinking about calcium milk biscuits and peach shortbread.

The deputy platoon leader is no good person at all; he's a complete mess.

The newspaper delivery was just a trap. After a day of physical training and various skills exercises, they were already sore all over. To make matters worse, they had to do push-ups to soak the newspaper. What else could this be but a huge trap?

Even with a heated dormitory room at around 20 degrees Celsius and a heated wall, it would still take a lot of effort to soak a newspaper completely in sweat to achieve such a size.

You'd need at least two hundred push-ups, and if you're someone who doesn't sweat much, it'd be even more of a nightmare.

After you're done, you have to lie in bed and fall into a deep sleep.

Cheng Cai, as one of the best among the new recruits, was a shrewd and calculating individual. As he did push-ups, he was also thinking to himself that the deputy company commander's actions were not without reason and that there must be some other trick up his sleeve.

Although Cheng Cai always treated everyone as outsiders and was shrewd and calculating, it was undeniable that he was outstanding among all the new recruits.

However, his impoverished background and limited experience made his methods too naive. Influenced by his father since childhood, he always believed that getting ahead depended on connections, and his self-centeredness made it difficult for him to gain a foothold in the army.

The military is a completely different environment from society. If you use the same methods to succeed in society, you will certainly achieve great success, but in the military, it will be the complete opposite.

After thinking it over and over, Cheng Cai couldn't figure out what the deputy company commander was trying to do. Although he had a bad feeling, as a new recruit, he was helpless and could only continue doing push-ups with his head down.

Outside the dormitory, Shi Jin watched as the three platoon leaders emerged and asked with a smile, "How's it going? Everything arranged?"

"Yes, Deputy Company Commander, everything is arranged. Each squad leader has been assigned to supervise, so there's absolutely no chance for any new recruits to slack off," the platoon leader replied earnestly.

"That's right, Deputy Company Commander. Don't worry, this move will definitely exhaust those guys. They probably won't be able to finish before lights out."

While inwardly cursing the deputy company commander for being inhuman, the third platoon leader also felt a pang of sympathy for the new recruits. Fortunately, he hadn't encountered such a deputy company commander when he was a new recruit; otherwise, he couldn't bear to imagine what would have happened.

Seeing Zhang Anbang's eager look, Shi Jin instantly understood what the deputy company commander was up to. He chuckled, stepped forward, and said, "Deputy company commander, are you up to something?"

But don't worry, after a day of high-intensity training, these kids are already at their limit. This kind of exertion will definitely drain them all, and they'll all be sleeping like the wind.

Under the supervision of their squad leader, the new recruits were doing push-ups with great effort. By the time the last recruit had completed a push-up to the correct standard, it was already 9:50 p.m., just ten minutes before lights out.

Urged on by their squad leaders' gruff voices, the new recruits quickly washed up, climbed into bed, and fell asleep as soon as they were ready.

At 2 a.m., a figure appeared silently in front of the dormitory building.

Less than a minute later, the other three figures quickly gathered in front of the first figure to appear.

"Deputy Company Commander, I just went to check on them. Those guys are sleeping like the wind, they're probably having sweet dreams right now."

"Shi Jin is right. They've only slept for four hours so far. With such intense training, even the veterans would be sleeping soundly by now, let alone these new recruits."

"Shall we begin?"

"Of course we'll start, otherwise we'll be waiting until the New Year. Shi Jin, blow the whistle." Zhang Anbang urged Shi Jin with a grin to start quickly.

Shi Jin took out a shiny stainless steel whistle from his pocket, put it to his lips, and blew it hard.

Beep, beep, beep…

A series of sharp, short whistles pierced the quiet night sky.

Three to five seconds later, the loud voices of the new recruits' squad leaders rang out, "Emergency assembly, no backpacks."

The whistles used for assembling troops are distinctly different.

The daily assembly process involves a long whistle (du-du, about 3-5 seconds) followed by a series of rapid short whistles (du, du, du…, 1-2 whistles per second, lasting 4-6 seconds), repeated 1-2 times without any noticeable pauses, creating a sense of high pressure and urgency.

There are also variations.

The whistle for an emergency assembly with backpacks is a short, sharp whistle followed by a long whistle (toot, toot, toot... toot—), emphasizing the need to bring equipment and pack backpacks.

The whistle for a simple emergency assembly consists of only consecutive short, rapid whistles (no long whistles), emphasizing that backpacks should not be carried and that assembly should be quick.

Especially at night, it is important to ensure that the whistle is sharp, rhythmic, and sustained in volume to avoid confusion with the daily assembly whistle and to ensure that it is clearly identifiable at night or in noisy environments.

The whistle that sounded at that moment was for a makeshift emergency assembly.

The recruits were still half-asleep and hadn't even touched their clothes when their platoon leader had already left the dormitory.

A soft creaking sound rang out.

Their beloved squad leader not only left the dormitory, but also removed the safety pins from two domestically produced Type 82 smoke generators and put them back into the dormitory.

Two seconds later, two plumes of smoke rose from the recruits' dormitory, and then the smoke filled the entire dormitory in an instant.

The recruits were choked by the fumes, their eyes watering and coughing incessantly. Instinctively, they ran towards the dormitory entrance, wanting to escape this unpleasant environment as quickly as possible.

However, he was pushed back by the class monitor as soon as he ran to the dormitory entrance.

"Go back inside and get dressed before you come out again."

The twelve platoons, totaling over a hundred people, made identical noises, which were particularly noticeable in the quiet dawn. Fortunately, the recruit training camp was located in a remote area, so there was no need to worry about disturbing the residents.

Zhang Anbang waited leisurely downstairs in the dormitory building. He glanced at his watch by the light of the street lamp and said casually, "Hmm, not bad. This Type 82 smoke generator is low in cost and has a large stock. It's easy to use."

However, its toxic fumes are highly irritating, its fuse accuracy is low, its storage period is short, and it lacks infrared shielding capability, making it far inferior to the Type 97. This time, twenty-four of them were used up, and we have made a certain contribution.

"When we get back to the company, we should organize activities like this more often. Once we've used up most of our Type 82 rifles, we can switch to Type 97s, right, Shi Jin?"

The three platoon leaders listened to Zhang Anbang's words and felt their lips twitch. Listen to what the deputy company commander was saying. Was this even human?

If we expect them to use them up, based on the reserves in their company's armory and platoon-level packs, each soldier in the Seventh Company could be given two to smoke for fun, and there would still be some left over.

After the supplies were used up, the company headquarters would apply directly to the regimental logistics department according to the procedure of reporting from the company to the battalion and from the battalion to the regiment, and the supplies would be replenished directly according to the reserve base.