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The appointed date arrived, and after receiving the notification, Zhang Hui went to the office of the commander of Regiment A. He had met this commander before during several competitions and awards ceremonies; compared to the commander of Regiment 702, the commander of Regiment A was slightly younger and more handsome.

Without much preamble, after praising Zhang Hui to Yuan Lang for a long time, he handed over his file.

Before leaving, he told Zhang Hui to work hard and strive for promotion as soon as possible. Zhang Hui was very moved, stood up straight, saluted the regimental commander, and then turned and left.

Yuan Lang stood outside the door, looking at him with a meaningful gaze. Zhang Hui became more vigilant; he didn't want to be fooled by this man.

"How are you feeling? You're about to leave here and join Old A. How do you feel?" Yuan Lang asked with a grin.

"Report, no feeling!" Zhang Hui answered, standing at attention without looking to the side.

"What do you mean by not feeling anything? You left your old unit, aren't you sad?" As if trying to probe Zhang Hui's inner thoughts, Yuan Lang asked probingly.

"Report: I feel unwell." The concise reply left Yuan Lang feeling rather bored.

"How about it? Is one day enough?" Yuan Lang asked jokingly.

"Report, that's enough!" Zhang Hui replied solemnly, still looking straight ahead.

Yuan Lang then realized the attitude of the person in front of him; the rejection and wariness towards him almost filled the surrounding environment.

It seems we'll have to wait it out. So I told Zhang Hui, "Go pack up. I still need to pick up your fellow villagers. I'm treating you to dinner tonight, so you can't miss it."

After saying that, he left Zhang Hui behind and walked away. Zhang Hui didn't care and went back to his class to start packing his luggage.

After returning from training in the afternoon, the soldiers of the first platoon were all talking to Zhang Hui, and everyone was quite reluctant to part with him.

In particular, the two new recruits that Zhang Hui was training this year kept nagging at him. Zhang Hui didn't interrupt them, but could only squeeze in some things for them to pay attention to.

It was soon evening, and Zhang Hui headed towards the division's staff canteen, where Yuan Lang had arranged to eat. As soon as he arrived downstairs, he saw Xu Sanduo talking to Yuan Lang, seemingly waiting for him.

Xu Sanduo saw Zhang Hui walking up and happily called out "Brother Cheng Cai." Yuan Lang also watched the interaction between the two with great interest.

After several rounds of drinks and dishes, Yuan Lang, noticing the two had barely spoken, asked, "You two need to perform well in the next few months, or I won't be able to remain your superior!"

Zhang Hui and Xu Sanduo exchanged a glance. Zhang Hui knew that this old fox was about to set a trap, while Xu Sanduo thought that Yuan Lang was really encouraging him.

"You're both about to join Old A, do you want to know in advance what Old A does?" Seeing that the two didn't speak, he had no choice but to continue to flirt with them.

"What...what is it for?" Xu Sanduo looked at the silly child and couldn't help but ask.

Yuan Lang smiled slightly, rolled up the sleeve of his left forearm to show it to the two of them, and started to make up a story: "M16, close-range penetration, luckily no bones were broken, there was a guard..."

Zhang Hui thought to himself: "What a load of rubbish! M16 close-range penetration? It's more like an M16-branded screwdriver!" He listened to Yuan Lang spouting nonsense with a straight face. He knew he'd have to warn Xu Sanduo, that idiot, sooner or later, that Yuan Lang was a fraud; he could make up lies off the top of his head.

But seeing Xu Sanduo completely bewildered, Zhang Hui didn't dare to contradict him directly.

Yuan Lang saw the deceit in Zhang Hui's eyes and stopped his bluffing. He changed the subject and asked them, "Would you like to participate in real combat? Real combat, not some fake drill?"

Xu Sanduo was a little confused. He couldn't understand what real combat meant. Could there still be war now? Zhang Hui knew what the other party meant, but he just wouldn't say anything, which was making him anxious.

Yuan Lang was completely baffled by the two of them. One was so naive he'd follow anyone who said a word, the kind who'd be sold out and still help count the money. The other was incredibly wary of him, and even if he told the truth, he couldn't get a single word out of him. It was truly unbelievable!

Seeing that his little tricks weren't working, he simply stopped arguing. After finishing his meal, he didn't waste any more words and sent everyone back to their respective companies. He was going to stay up all night to study Cheng Cai's information; he refused to believe he couldn't find a loophole in this person's story.

Zhang Hui was unaware that he was being watched, and even if he knew, there was nothing he could do. For the next few months, he was at the mercy of others and had to adapt to the situation.

The next day, Zhang Hui got up quietly without alerting anyone in the class.

As I left the company gate, I couldn't help but turn back and see the faces of my comrades reflected in the windows of Class 1 in the dormitory building. I couldn't help but feel a little teary-eyed.

He had no choice but to put down his luggage and solemnly salute them from a distance. It took him a while to lower his arm, and the company commander next to him couldn't bear to leave him and patted him on the shoulder.

Zhang Hui then turned around and got into Yuan Lang's car. Sitting in the back seat, he was in a very low mood and completely ignored what Yuan Lang said.

Before long, they arrived at the gate of the Seventh Steel Company. Looking at the familiar scene, Zhang Hui could not suppress his emotions, and all the pain of parting surged into his heart at this moment.

"Hey~ hey~ why are you talking so much nonsense, fellow villager? Go down and urge him!" Yuan Lang heard the continuous applause in the courtyard and urged Zhang Hui to go down and urge the man.

"Reporting to the commander, I'm not going! This is an honor he deserves!" Zhang Hui, hot-tempered, directly refused, disregarding orders from superiors and subordinates. He thought, "Let them do whatever they want now!"

Yuan Lang turned his head in surprise and saw that Zhang Hui in the back seat also had tears in his eyes and was staring intently at the "Seventh Company" sign on the wall next to him. He sighed inwardly without comment and did not urge him any further.

[The plot has changed due to the host's actions; 5 unallocated points will be awarded as a reward!]

When Xu Sanduo got on the bus, Zhang Hui also received a reward from the system, it seems he accidentally modified the plot.

After the car started, Xu Sanduo, seeing Zhang Hui like this for the first time, fell silent. It wasn't until they boarded the helicopter that they composed themselves and began to observe the scene inside.

This was Zhang Hui's first time in a helicopter. The rotor noise was loud after takeoff, but it was tolerable. Xu Sanduo also looked out the window from time to time. Looking down from the sky, everything looked small.

The three of them soon arrived at Old A's base, a military base hidden in the jungle. Zhang Hui habitually looked around at the surrounding environment. There were forests all around, and the faint sounds of gunfire could be heard in the distance.

It seems this place is quite large; the people we saw during the exercise were just the tip of the iceberg.

Zhang Hui and Xu Sanduo followed Yuan Lang with their luggage. As they encountered people, they kept their hands up in salute. They still followed the old company custom of saluting those with higher ranks, and the people they met were all officers of the rank of lieutenant or above.

After walking for a while, Yuan Lang said with a smile, "The soldiers here are very professional; any one of them could be a junior officer." He then turned to look at Xu Sanduo's reaction.

Zhang Hui listened to the incessant gunfire in the distance and the occasional sound of helicopters flying by, ignoring the meaning behind Yuan Lang's words.

Clearly, Yuan Lang wasn't going to let this topic go. "Congratulations, you got a 90% head-turning rate. Sergeants are a rare breed here."

Yuan Lang led the two men to a dormitory building, where two soldiers at the entrance immediately saluted him.

Holding the hat, Yuan Lang smiled broadly at the two people behind him and said, "We're here. This is your temporary dormitory. I live across the street. I hope you'll move in soon."

Xu Sanduo remained silent, so Zhang Hui could only give a polite reply.