I enlisted four times! My former unit blacklisted me.

"Captain... why are you down here too?"

Qin Gang smiled wryly: "Instant noodles. Cigarettes. A high-powered kettle. Three things."

The air seemed to freeze.

"You...were also...by Wu Hanfeng..."

"Hmm." Qin Gang nodded. "He smelled the smoke on the fourth floor, pushed open the door, took out his ID, and went through the whole process—very professional. I didn't even have time to put out my cigarette; my noodles were still in the bowl."

Cao Meng's lips twitched violently.

Previously in the recreation room, he had made some outrageous remarks, saying that "the snacks handed in by the trainees should be disposed of in this way."

Now things are much better; the captain himself came down and squatted down with them.

Moreover, the charges were more comprehensive—smoking, instant noodles, and kettles—all three violations were included.

He Yong had just been wondering how Wu Hanfeng had managed to bring the disciplinary uniform in, but now he realized that the question was completely unimportant.

The important thing is that even the battalion commander was disciplined.

Is it really a big deal that these squad leaders and platoon leaders are being punished by having to write self-criticisms?

"So..." Liu Zhen swallowed hard, "He's not targeting us. He's targeting everyone who breaks the rules, regardless of rank."

Qin Gang rolled his eyes at him: "Is this your first day in the army? What's the job of a military police officer? To correct all violations of regulations and rules. Have you ever seen a military police officer who discriminates against people based on their status?"

"But... he's a trainee. He's still training under our supervision during the day..."

"By day I'm a trainee, by night I'm a disciplinary inspector. These two roles are not contradictory."

Qin Gang said, "I've been thinking about something on my way down. Why was he so calm during the day?"

"Because he's not afraid," Song Yizhou replied.

Qin Gang nodded: "That's right. He's not afraid. When we scold him, he treats it as training. When we make things difficult for him, he treats it as a test. When we test him, he treats it as a game. From beginning to end, in his eyes, we are just a group of ordinary people who don't know his true identity. Just like his attitude towards us."

The six people fell silent.

They suddenly realized a very painful truth: Wu Hanfeng's cooperative behavior during the day was not because he had a good temper, nor because he was afraid of the instructors.

It's not because he doesn't take them seriously at all.

It's not because of arrogance, but because of equality.

On the training field, they are the instructors, he is the trainee, and he obeys orders.

In the face of discipline, he is the inspector, and they are the rule-breakers; he enforces the rules.

Each issue should be addressed separately, clearly and explicitly.

"This person..." Cao Meng bit his pen cap, "is fucking terrifying."

He Yong asked, "Commander, what do you think he was thinking? A veteran of two terms, enlisted four times, and a military police officer, why would he come to the training unit for training? Isn't that lowering his own status?"

"You're asking me? Who should I ask?" Qin Gang also squatted down and began preparing to write his self-criticism. "Right now, all I want to do is finish this self-criticism. Ten thousand words. Do you know what that means? It's twice as long as my graduation thesis I wrote in military academy."

The five of them burst into laughter.

Just now, they were worried about how to handle the situation if Qin Gang found out about this tomorrow.

You don't need to worry anymore.

Even the boss has squatted down, so who's worried about anything!

"Alright! What's so funny!" Qin Gang was unusually embarrassed. "How much have you guys written?"

"Liu Zhen got two thousand, Song Yizhou got over three thousand, and I got one thousand. The other two are about the same."

After Cao Meng finished his report, he chuckled at Qin Gang and said, "Captain, you're at the bottom."

Qin Gang's face darkened even more: "Who's in charge of counting?"

"Zhao Yihang." Liu Zhen raised his hand and pointed to the figure standing on the edge of the playground.

Qin Gang turned his head to look.

Zhao Yihang was standing at the entrance of the playground, maintaining a standard straddle stance.

Qin Gang sized him up for a while: "Is this soldier also from the Third Regiment?"

"Yes." Liu Zhen nodded. "I'm in the same class as Wu Hanfeng, and I'll be a soldier for a year."

Cao Meng asked, "Captain, what about tomorrow's training? Are we going to train him like crazy again?"

Qin Gang raised his head, gazing into the darkness in the distance: "Why aren't we training? Didn't he say that he's under our supervision during the day, and we'll train him as usual? We'll train him the way we normally do. That's the rule."

"But he's a military police officer..."

"Military inspectors are soldiers too!" Qin Gang scoffed. "There are only trainees on the training ground, not military inspectors. If he takes revenge because he was trained too hard, that's his problem, not ours."

"But if we let him off the hook just because he's a military police officer, then that's our problem. Do you understand?"

All six nodded in unison.

"Write!" Qin Gang picked up his pen again. "If we don't hand it in before dawn, we'll have to keep camping this lamppost tonight!"

The playground fell silent again, with only the sound of pens scratching across paper.

He Yong rubbed his numb calves, grimacing as he shifted his position: "Captain, what brand of instant noodles do you have?"

Qin Gang: "Master Kong Braised Beef Noodles".

"Is it tasty?"

"It's alright. It's just a bit soggy now that it's cold."

"Did you finish your noodles before you came down?"

Qin Gang paused, his pen poised. "...No. He came in after I'd only eaten half of it. That half-bowl of noodles is still on my bedside table, probably all soggy."

He Yong said regretfully, "What a waste."

Qin Gang's eyes widened: "Is this some kind of wasteful issue? Can't you focus on something normal?!"

He Yong shrank his neck and quickly lowered his head to continue writing.

Suddenly, Liu Zhen exclaimed, "I know how to write it now!"

Several people turned to look at him.

Liu Zhen excitedly said, "I'll write it from a different angle. Instead of 'I broke the rules,' I'll write about 'my emotional journey after I broke the rules and was reprimanded by the trainees.' I'll write about my psychological changes from anger to shock to shame. There's so much material! It's all firsthand experience; I don't even need to make it up!"

Qin Gang frowned slightly as he looked at him: "Are you planning to hand this in for Wu Hanfeng to critique your thought process?"

Liu Zhen's smile froze on his face: "...That makes sense. You should just honestly write an apology."

Song Yizhou said quietly, "Captain Liu, do you think that no matter how sincerely you write it, he doesn't know that you're cursing him in your heart?"

Liu Zhen was completely deflated and lowered his head to continue fabricating his story of "betraying the organization's trust."

Zhou Ming remained mostly silent.

He huddled in a corner, writing a self-criticism while silently shedding tears in his heart.

The inspection covered the following points: I shouldn't have used my phone after lights out, I shouldn't have played games in bed, and I shouldn't have tried to hide my phone under my pillow when caught by the military police.

Finally, I shouldn't have asked the comrade if there was anything wrong with my game operation—although he brought it up himself, I shouldn't have taken his advice seriously.

As Zhou Ming wrote this, his expression became even more pained.

Because he had seriously considered Wu Hanfeng's suggestion.

Flanking and taking down the marksman is definitely better than him camping in the bushes and AFK.

But coming from a police inspector, those words just didn't sound right.