Starting from the deputy company commander of the Soldier Assault Team

Gao Cheng's expression changed drastically. "Xiao Qi, what did you hear?"

"Good morning, Regimental Commander." Zhang Anbang saluted first, then said to Gao Cheng, "Company Commander, nothing, I didn't hear anything. Kindergarten, pretty female teacher, big radish, I didn't hear anything."

"You, you, you, Uncle Wang is just talking nonsense, don't take it seriously." Gao Cheng stammered as he explained, thinking to himself, "It's over, it's all over, the company is doomed."

This is even worse than when I first entered military school and the unscrupulous captain called an emergency assembly, and he was even threatened with death for wearing the wrong shoes.

"No, I trust Uncle Wang. Uncle Wang is such an honest man, he wouldn't talk nonsense." Zhang Anbang didn't give Gao Chengliu a chance to explain.

Seeing the two of them chuckling, Gao Cheng stammered as he began to explain, "This, this, that, that was when I was little, yes, that was something Gao Cheng did when he was little, it has nothing to do with me."

Wang Qingrui smiled, hands behind his back. "Yes, yes, yes, you're absolutely right! But hey, the one who didn't perform well before was the old Xu Sanduo, it has nothing to do with the current Xu Sanduo!"

Zhang Anbang gave a thumbs up repeatedly, saying, "Uncle Wang is indeed Uncle Wang; magic defeats magic."

Wang Qingrui said earnestly, "This person is constantly changing."

Gao Cheng shook his neck. "The key is to get him to change, but that's too difficult."

Wang Qingrui raised his hand and slapped Gao Cheng. "Shi Jin, I've already seconded you back. No matter how difficult you are to teach or change, you still have several helpers around you!"

After finishing with Gao Cheng, Wang Qingrui turned to Zhang Anbang, "You little brat, last time you went to the regimental headquarters to pick someone up, didn't you steal my cigarettes? Let me tell you, it's one thing for you to steal my cigarettes, but you idiot, you even dared to steal my lighter!"

Wang Qingrui got angrier the more he talked. It was normal for him to take cigarettes; he would also take cigarettes when he went to his father's place in Gaocheng, such as Zhonghua and Panda cigarettes.

Taking cigarettes is perfectly normal. Taking cigarettes from your direct superior or boss is a fine tradition in our army that dates back to the War of Resistance Against Japan. You only take them if you have a good relationship with them. If you don't have a good relationship with them, I'll have to think about it.

But it was really hard to resist the idea of ​​someone borrowing a lighter. Luckily, he had a spare box of matches in his desk drawer, otherwise he would have had to ask someone for a light.

Gao Cheng's eyes widened as he listened, and he repeatedly gave Zhang Anbang a thumbs-up, then pointed downwards, as if to say, "You're such a jerk."

He'd taken cigarettes from Uncle Wang quite a few times, but he'd never taken a lighter, mainly because he hadn't thought of it.

Zhang Anbang stepped forward and chuckled, "Uncle Wang, your lighter is too old and doesn't suit your status at all. I've already prepared one for you. Take a look at this."

As Zhang Anbang spoke, he pulled a kerosene lighter from his pocket. It was made entirely of brass, one side of which was shiny and bright, while the other side was decorated with carvings of the Great Wall. It was extremely beautiful.

This lighter was made by an old classmate who graduated with a degree in mechanical engineering, whom he had written a letter to. He drew the design himself, imitating a retro Zorro-themed Old Nine Gates design that he had in his previous life.

My classmate was very helpful and sent me eight of them. He also replied that many of the parts were readily available and could be purchased directly. He only modified the outer shell.

I made ten in one day on my day off. I kept two for myself and mailed the rest to Zhang Anbang, telling him that he could give them to leaders in the military. They weren't expensive and weren't really considered gifts.

Upon receiving the package, Zhang Anbang immediately thought of Regiment Commander Wang Qingrui. This uncle had really taken good care of him, but he was also worried that the old man wouldn't accept it, after all, he was a veteran revolutionary soldier and a comrade-in-arms of the original owner's father.

Although the lighter wasn't expensive, it was quite exquisite. It would easily sell for seventy or eighty yuan on the market, making it a favorite among smokers. So, I simply took Old Wang's lighter.

Wang Qingrui took the lighter, rubbed it in his hand a few times, and found it to be quite nice. He would definitely not have accepted it if someone else had given it to him, but it was from a younger family member and suited his taste perfectly, so he simply put it in his pocket.

He suddenly understood why this rascal had done something so infuriating—stealing a lighter. He laughed and scolded, "You little rascal, you're as clever as a monkey, quite the sharp-witted one!"

Wang Qingrui looked at the company that was already preparing to board the vehicle in the distance and said, "You have a plan for your next move."

"Let's go take a look," Gao Cheng said, and then led the way.

As soon as the platoon leader gave the loud order to board, the soldiers of the twelve squads of the Seventh Company quickly and orderly climbed into their respective squads' vehicles.

Tanks, smoke, artillery, machine guns, sniper rifles, and high-powered engines blend together like a magnificent symphony of steel.

All of this greatly shocked Xu Sanduo, who had never witnessed anything like this in his hometown or in the Fifth Platoon. As soon as the training ended and the armored vehicle stopped, Xu Sanduo rushed out of the armored vehicle and began to vomit.

One by one, the members of the third squad emerged, their faces grim. Yes, Xu Sanduo had already vomited inside the vehicle. The interior of the armored vehicle was like a metal can; the smell of Xu Sanduo's vomit...

Those who were close by even got vomited on by Xu Sanduo...

"You're a damn fool! You're an armored infantryman, and you get carsick? Are you kidding me?" Gao Cheng shouted as he saw Xu Sanduo vomiting as soon as he got out of the car, looking through his binoculars.

Wang Qingrui smiled and said, "Motion sickness? It's a minor problem. When we were young, we were worried about new recruits getting motion sickness, so we left it to you guys."

After saying that, he waved his hand, boarded the tank, and drove off with a rumble.

"Hmph, I know there are plenty of ways to cure motion sickness, but this guy just does everything I want to avoid," Gao Cheng snorted.

Looking at Gao Laoqi's arrogant expression, and then recalling Gao Cheng crying under his pillow in the scene, Zhang Anbang found it more and more amusing. "Company Commander, you are indeed making a mountain out of a molehill. New recruits getting carsick is a common occurrence."

It's simply that the three systems responsible for sensing balance in the human body are transmitting conflicting motion information to the brain, making it unable to determine the body's true state, thus triggering defensive reactions such as dizziness and vomiting.

Gao Cheng was stunned for a moment. He knew how to treat motion sickness, but he didn't really understand what he was saying. After all, he had studied tactical command, equipment operation, and training organization in military school. "Speak like a human being."

Seeing Gao Cheng's dark expression, Zhang Anbang took out two cigarettes and handed one to him. "To put it simply, what the vestibular system in the inner ear senses, what the eyes see, and what the body touches are completely different. As a result, the brain gets confused and can't accept it, so the body starts to vomit and feel dizzy. The environment inside an armored vehicle and the way it is driven will amplify this sensation by more than ten times compared to an ordinary enclosed vehicle."

"Oh, it seems you've read a lot and know a lot indeed." Gao Cheng's face was sour, then he reached out his hand, "Give it to me."

"Take what?"

"A lighter? I don't believe you only have this one." Gao Cheng casually put one hand on his waist, a slight smile on his lips, his half-closed eyes scanning the pocket on his training uniform.

"How do you know I have more than one?" Zhang Anbang asked casually.

"Heh." Gao Cheng raised an eyebrow but did not answer.

"Don't worry, Company Commander. It's just a minor problem like motion sickness. We're an armored reconnaissance company, after all. We have plenty of strength and means to treat this little problem."

……

The mechanized infantry regiment has a lot of tricks up its sleeve when it comes to treating new recruits' motion sickness. They don't waste any words and their main approach is to train the vestibular system to the point of desensitization, forcing the body to adapt to the tank environment.

All methods are simple, direct, and quick to take effect. There is no compromise whatsoever; they are all practical tricks that veterans have practiced step by step.

Specifically, it can be divided into hard-hitting moves inside the car, intense practice moves outside the arena, and rigorous daily practice moves. Every move is bloodless, but brutal and effective.

The "hard-working" method inside the vehicle is simple: it forces the body to adapt, making new recruits who are prone to motion sickness endure the bumps and jolting of the armored vehicle. Each time they endure, they make progress.

The eyes are welded to the observation scope. There are two small flat-panel daytime observation scopes on the rear door of the infantry fighting vehicle, which can be used to observe the fan-shaped area behind the vehicle horizontally.

The squad leaders would affectionately pull the new recruits' heads, making them stare intently outside to prevent any visual disturbances caused by motion sickness. Even if they were vomiting, they had to look outside while vomiting.

With the body welded to the seat, back pressed tightly against it, legs straight, and hands gripping the armrests, the whole person and the car body become one. No matter how the car body shakes, the body moves accordingly.

The squad leader kept a close eye on them, and if he saw any slackening, he would kick them. They would vomit and continue practicing, or rather, practice while vomiting.

He trained intensely off the field, stimulating his vestibular function to the extreme, even to the point of feeling dizzy but not vomiting.

This method is a desensitization training for motion sickness. There is no gradual approach; the intensity is directly maximized. You have to practice even if you are vomiting while spinning around, until your vestibular system becomes numb to the shaking.

The method is very simple: you can spin around in place without any equipment. Put your hands behind your back and spin around quickly until the class monitor tells you to stop. After you stop, you have to walk in a straight line. If you go astray, you have to start over.

Start by spinning around twenty times, then faint and vomit while leaning against the wall, or even vomit on the ground. After vomiting, you still have to get up and keep spinning.

With the aid of equipment—waves, spiral staircases, rollers—they were shaken and rocked violently. New recruits who were prone to motion sickness would go up, and the veterans below would shake and spin them with all their might.

New recruits must stay up there for ten minutes before they can come down. If they can't stand steadily after coming down, they have to practice standing while holding onto the wall until they can stand steadily and talk.