Starting from the deputy company commander of the Soldier Assault Team

At the headquarters of the 702nd Regiment of the T Division, Zhang Anbang stood straight opposite the regimental commander, looking at the face that bore a slight resemblance to one in a movie or TV series, and shouted loudly.

"Reporting to the commander, Zhang Anbang, a graduate of Tsinghua University, has reported to you on time as per the assignment order. Please give instructions." The crisp and standard military salute, coupled with his Type 87 army uniform, exuded a certain spirit.

Before receiving a response from the regimental commander, Zhang Anbang heard a voice in his mind: "Host has joined the military. System officially activated. System data retrieval in progress. Please wait patiently..."

After hearing the system prompt, Zhang Anbang had a "Holy crap" in his mind, but he didn't know whether he should say it or not. However, he didn't have time to study it right now and could only explore it more carefully later.

Although Zhang Anbang still looked somewhat thin at this moment, his masculine and resolute face made anyone who saw him say that he had the temperament of a tough soldier.

"Don't be so serious, relax and have a seat," Wang Qingrui said with a smile, putting down the documents in his hand.

"Yes, thank you, Commander." Zhang Anbang pulled out a chair and sat down properly.

"Hey, don't be so serious. I'm not going to eat you. I'm Wang Qingrui, the commander of our 702nd Regiment. If nothing unexpected happens, you'll be working under me for the next few years." Wang Qingrui looked at Zhang Anbang, who was just like his old comrade-in-arms, and liked him more and more.

Moreover, he doesn't look as frail as Deputy Division Commander Li described. He's a very good comrade.

"You're a top student who graduated from Tsinghua University with double degrees in computer science and foreign languages, and instead of working in a government agency, you've been assigned to a field unit. Are you really willing to do that?"

Zhang Anbang snapped to attention. "Reporting to the regimental commander, a revolutionary soldier is like a brick, ready to be moved wherever needed. I firmly support the organization, obey the assignment, and resolutely carry out orders."

"Um..." Wang Qingrui was a little unsure what to say. This young comrade was a bit too formal. Was it because he wasn't familiar with him, or was he just always so serious?

"Okay, Anbang, is this what you really think? I already told you, it's just a casual chat, relax a bit."

Having watched "Soldiers Sortie" so many times, Zhang Anbang believed he understood Commander Wang's personality quite well.

So, considering that he had just arrived and was known among the national defense students for his poor physical fitness, he had to show off the agility of a tough soldier.

However, he overlooked the fact that these are no longer short clips from TV dramas, but real, flesh-and-blood people who may not be exactly as portrayed in movies and TV shows.

Wang Qingrui's high regard for Zhang Anbang was not solely based on the fact that he was the son of his old comrade-in-arms, or even because of the family's loyalty and valor. Rather, it was based on Zhang Anbang's academic achievements and knowledge during his four years of university, as well as his character, that led him to believe that Zhang was a good soldier.

As one of the top universities in the country, a child who grew up in the countryside was able to consistently rank among the top in his major in every test for four years, and even had time to study a second major and achieve excellent results. Such a person who loves learning and has perseverance would definitely be a good soldier and a good officer if he joined the army.

The military needs good soldiers in all senses. Only by bringing together and integrating good soldiers from all aspects can the military unleash amazing combat power and achieve victory on all battlefields, becoming invincible.

This kind of good soldier includes Wu Liuyi's steely resolve, Shi Jin's dedication, Xu Sanduo's stubbornness, Gao Cheng's arrogance, and many other diverse qualities.

Meanwhile, in the headquarters of the Seventh Steel Company, Hong Xingguo was on the phone. "Yes, Political Commissar, depart immediately and guarantee the mission's success."

Gao Cheng walked in and saw Hong Xingguo putting down the phone. He asked curiously, "What's wrong, Instructor? Is there any instruction from the regiment or the battalion?"

Hong Xingguo smiled and said, "Hey, Lao Gao, you've come at the right time. The deputy company commander assigned to me has arrived at the regimental headquarters. The political commissar just instructed me to go to the regimental headquarters to pick him up. I haven't finished my work yet, so I'll trouble you to make the trip, company commander."

Upon hearing this, Gao Cheng was about to quit immediately. He slammed his military cap on the table and said, "Whoever wants to take it can take it. I'm not going. Instructor, I've already asked around. The deputy company commander who's being assigned here has good grades in his professional courses, but his physical fitness isn't even among the top in the national defense students. How can my Steel Seventh Company stand on its own if someone like that comes? My Steel Seventh Company only wants the strongest."

Hong Xingguo picked up the kettle, poured some water, handed the cup to Gao Cheng, patted his arm and said, "My Company Commander Gao, first of all, I don't agree with your point of view. I don't think the higher-ups would force a good-for-nothing person into our Seventh Company."

Making conclusions without even meeting the person is a mistake of both dogmatism (being divorced from reality) and empiricism (being limited by limited experience). These are both manifestations of idealism and can easily lead to losses in our work.

Gao Cheng frowned, lit a cigarette, took a deep drag, and said, "Instructor, I know you have a high level of theoretical knowledge, so please don't give me that political and ideological lesson. I'll go instead."

Gao Cheng picked up his cup, gulped down a few mouthfuls, took a few puffs of his cigarette, and stubbed it out hard in the ashtray. "I'm off. I'm going to talk to the regimental commander."

Gao Cheng waved his hand, put his military cap on his head, and turned to leave.

In the office of the 702nd Regiment Commander, "Commander, no, Uncle Wang, you really know my dad? I don't have a deep impression of him. I just vaguely remember that he was tall, wearing a green military uniform and a peaked cap. I can't remember anything else clearly."

Listening to Zhang Anbang's description, Wang Qingrui realized it was a combination of faint childhood memories and photographs. Indeed, how old was this kid when Deputy Platoon Leader Zhang sacrificed his life? It was already impressive that he could remember even a little bit.

He then lit a cigarette and held up the cigarette pack to show it to Zhang Anbang, who quickly waved his hand to refuse. Wang Qingrui was just about to say something in praise of him.

Unexpectedly, Zhang Anbang said with a grin, "I'm not smoking now because my physical strength is too poor. I'll smoke Uncle Wang's cigarettes again when my physical strength improves."

Wang Qingrui laughed heartily, "No problem, I'll personally light it for you on that day. But you should know that there's a difference between thinking and actually getting."

Wang Qingrui exhaled a long puff of smoke, tapped the table, and said seriously, "Your assignment was requested by Deputy Division Commander Li after he saw your file. Of course, if I had seen it, I would have asked for it too."

But you need to understand that we brought you here not to give you special treatment, but to train you properly. The country is developing rapidly, and the military needs talent. We hope you can achieve something and not let anyone down, especially yourself.

"Yes," Zhang Anbang replied just as seriously.

"Reporting, Gao Cheng, the company commander of the Seventh Steel Company, is here to report for duty."

"Come in."

"Yes."

With a creak, the door opened, and Zhang Anbang met this son of a military family for the first time. He was indeed an arrogant man, walking with a swagger.

Gao Cheng also took a look at the man who was going to become his deputy company commander. He had a rather masculine and resolute face, but his civilian clothes were obviously a bit loose and his body was thin. At first glance, he seemed to be just for show.

"Reporting to the regimental commander, I request..." Who is Gao Cheng? He is the boss of sixteen company commanders. He is used to being powerful and is also very familiar with Wang Qingrui. He dares to say anything.

As soon as Gao Cheng opened his mouth, Wang Qingrui guessed what he was going to say and immediately stopped him, "Gao Cheng, obey orders. Don't say anything that is not conducive to unity."

"Yes, I obey orders." Gao Cheng smacked his lips, immediately realizing that what he wanted to say was inappropriate, especially since he had just noticed the 13 cents on the shoulder of the new deputy company commander. Perhaps this guy had something on him.

"Okay, go ahead." Wang Qingrui waved his hand, signaling them to hurry back.

The two said goodbye to the group leader and remained silent the whole way. When they arrived at the jeep, Gao Cheng didn't say a word, and neither did Zhang Anbang. They threw their backpacks into the car, turned around, and got into the passenger seat. There was nothing they could do; his experience showed that he couldn't drive.

Gao Cheng scratched his head, gave a wry smile, and thought, "He's still a reckless fellow. Who's going to lead me or me lead you?" But he could only get in the car, start the engine, shift gears, and accelerate towards the Steel Seventh Company.