Whis today!

If your squad leader deceived you, what would you do?

Follow local custom.

Seventh Company had finished assembling and lining up.

"You all want to take a shower, right?"

Today, Fourth Squad Leader had actually brought a loudspeaker and was even wearing a camouflage sun hat. He looked damnably like Old A.

In weather this cold, he was playing cosplay here.

Some recruits who had watched Soldier Sortie already sensed that something was wrong.

But they couldn't hold back a bunch of straight-talking idiots from shouting excitedly.

"Yes!"

Fourth Squad Leader revealed a gratified smile and picked up the loudspeaker again.

With a blare, the loudspeaker switched on with an ear-piercing screech.

"Hello, hello?" Fourth Squad Leader patted it and raised it again.

"Mm... the bathhouse normally charges money, and none of you have any on you, so you can't just wash for free!

How about we put on a performance for the uncles and aunties at the bathhouse?"

This time, the recruits were all dumbfounded, unsure how to answer.

Fang Huai had already started shaking his legs.

Fuck his dad, the bathhouse was over four hundred meters away.

These old bastards had watched too many TV dramas and were getting their kicks out of us.

The perverted smile on Fourth Squad Leader's face deepened.

"Since nobody's saying anything, you're all agreeing by default! Come on, get ready for the duck walk! Put your hands behind your... oh, sorry, hold your washbasins. Put the basins on your heads!"

Nearby, First Squad Leader and Third Squad Leader were already holding leather belts, snapping them loudly between both hands as they roared.

"I told you to squat! Move it!"

The recruits squatted down one after another, their faces filled with grievance.

"What the hell... weren't we going to shower? Why do we have to perform too?"

"I shouldn't have joined the damn army! Even taking a shower gets us messed with!"

"Report! Can I just not shower?"

Recruits around them kept voicing their dissatisfaction, some angrily and some quietly, doing their best to make survival harder for themselves.

Fang Huai could only keep an eye on his own squad and try to keep them from making any noise.

But Fourth Squad Leader gave them no time to think. He only wanted more people to regret it.

"Who isn't showering? Step out!"

More than ten people sprang to their feet.

Fourth Squad Leader smiled and said gently, as if coaxing children, "I like sensible people like you. Saving water resources for the army. Come on, come on, stand to the side."

As soon as he said that, several more fools hurriedly stood up and joined them at the side of the formation.

No shower was fine, as long as they didn't get screwed with!

Once they had formed two neat rows, Fourth Squad Leader lifted the loudspeaker.

"Everyone who stepped out, push-up position, ready!!"

Devil.

The two squad leaders beside them started barking again.

"Get down!! Can't you hear? What does your squad leader usually teach you? Do you want to die?"

They got down one by one, some already panting heavily.

It wasn't that they couldn't hold the position. They just wanted to cry.

First Squad Leader started laughing, then said softly.

"It's fine, you don't even have to do any! Just hold yourselves up here until they finish showering and come back!

Keep the form standard! Anyone whose form isn't standard does twenty push-ups! Fall once, and you add one more round!"

People in the group that hadn't stepped out were already gloating.

"You stepped out, huh? Laugh now. Happy now? Dumbass!"

The speaker thought the squad leaders definitely hadn't heard him, but the moment he finished, Third Squad Leader, who had been watching everyone from behind, charged into the crowd and kicked him hard.

The man fell, and his washing supplies scattered everywhere.

"Who the fuck is a dumbass? Aren't they your comrades? If I called you a dumbass, would you like it? Get out! Go over there! Get down!"

This time, absolute silence fell.

Everyone quietly watched the man climb up, slowly walk out, move over to the "dumbass" line, and slowly get down.

"The rest of you! What are you standing around for? There's no time! Do you know how to duck walk or not?"

As Fourth Squad Leader spoke, he squatted down, flung his feet out with rapid swishes, and rushed forward a few steps.

"Like a sweeping leg, rush fast! Got it? It's only a hundred meters! You'll get there fast!"

Fang Huai cursed furiously inside.

A hundred meters my ass. I'd been at the base for two years. If it was less than three hundred and fifty meters, I'd eat the damn concrete.

"First ones there get to shower first. Once you're done, you can rest!"

"Ready!"

"Go!"

They were herding ducks.

The formation looked about the same as a flock of ducks, howling as they pumped their short little legs and ran forward with all their might.

Before they had even gone fifty meters, some people began slowing down.

"Keep a steady pace, keep a steady pace. Don't sprint. Swing your legs out."

Fang Huai followed behind Han Yong and Peng Yingqirui, urging along the stragglers from Ninth Squad.

"What are you dawdling for? Hurry the hell up!" Fourth Squad Leader caught up and roared.

Fang Huai was exhausted too. He turned his head, forced himself to even out his breathing, then turned back.

"Report, Squad Leader! I'm the Assistant Squad Leader! I have to make sure these two don't fall behind!"

When Fourth Squad Leader saw it was Fang Huai, his anger eased somewhat.

Fang Huai had received praise from the regiment commander that morning. Every squad leader in the company knew about it, and Fourth Squad Leader had been there too. He had heard Fang Huai's speech and greatly admired him for it.

This was one of Ninth Squad's top performers.

His tone softened, and he even offered a reminder.

"Mm... make them hurry! Don't drag everyone down! If you can't carry them, stop carrying them! Rush ahead yourself! I'll be watching! If you get there late, there won't be enough time to shower!"

"Yes, Squad Leader!"

The fact that Fang Huai could say those two sentences without gasping was already impressive.

Rush, my ass. I could barely manage myself! Only by following behind these two could I save some energy!

The next upgrade had to go to my legs!

Even if there was an option to increase lifespan, I had to deal with my legs first!

"Fang Huai... I-I can't do it anymore. Don't worry about me. Go ahead."

Han Yong was acting like he was in a movie.

The little guy's face was bright red too, and he began making a fuss.

"Oh... oh... if I die, help me notify my parents. Tell them this old bastard worked me to death. You have to... have to... help me..."

"Quit talking so damn much! Save your strength! Move!"

Fang Huai looked behind them. They had only covered a little over a hundred meters at most.

Those doing push-ups were struggling to shout "Report!" over there.

Luckily, Fourth Squad Leader wasn't dealing with the people behind them right now. A few people up front had secretly stood and rushed forward a few steps, so the two squad leaders had gone to deal with them.

Fang Huai gritted his teeth. He held his basin in one hand and grabbed the little guy by the waistband with the other, dragging him forward.

"Come on, come on, come on! I'll take some of the weight! Take a few steps forward!"

Once Han Yong caught up, he dragged Han Yong along for a stretch too.

Hauling this guy's huge ass wasn't easy. Fang Huai was gritting his teeth so hard his face twisted.

"Fuck me, Han Yong, you're way too heavy! Lose some weight!"

"I am! I am!"

"You're losing my ass! Starting next week, you're running with us every day! Hear me?"

"Bro! I really can't do it!"

"Jog slowly! I'm not asking much of you. Just finish half an hour every day, okay?"

"...Okay!"

To persuade someone, you had to seize the right moment. With just a few words, Fang Huai settled the toughest one.

In less than a minute, the hundred meters ahead had been cleared.

Total annihilation.

Aside from a few physical standouts who recovered after resting a while, a batch of people had been left behind, unable to move even if beaten to death.

Meanwhile, Fang Huai drove his two ducks along and slowly approached.

The whole road looked like a defeated army in retreat, with more than a dozen groups constantly being left behind.

Jiang Peng, several dozen meters ahead, suddenly stopped and looked back. When he spotted Fang Huai, he smiled at him.

The kind of smile with a crooked mouth and slanted eyes.

Seventy percent contempt, thirty percent provocation.

Fang Huai seized the chance and pulled the two people beside him back up.

"Look! He's laughing at you! Fuck, Jiang Peng is mocking us! Can you take that?"

"Whis today!"

Peng Yingqirui discovered that his former comrade, who had betrayed them, was mocking them. A brief burst of fighting spirit erupted from him as he shouted a foreign phrase and forced himself to rush forward again.

Han Yong was stunned. "That guy is..."

"The one who switched squads with you. His physical fitness is pretty good! Maybe you were too far behind, and Squad Leader Hao regretted it, so he switched you back."

Now they were competing.

Han Yong charged far faster than Peng Yingqirui, rapidly catching up several steps. Fang Huai actually fell a little behind.

"Fuck me..."

Twenty minutes later, Fang Huai finally shuffled to the entrance of the bathhouse with the last few groups.

Another batch of people hurried over from behind. They were the ones who had stepped out to do push-ups earlier. Clearly, the squad leaders had never intended to truly deny them a shower.

Han Yong and Peng Yingqirui had just supported each other as they prepared to stand when Han Yong suddenly dropped to his knees, dragging Peng Yingqirui down with him. They panted heavily.

Fang Huai was doing okay.

It only felt like he had been bitten by a five-step viper.

And they still had to climb some damn stairs.

Fang Huai could only tough it out and help the two huskies on the ground, panting with their tongues hanging out, back to their feet.

"Come on... let's go shower."

"Fuck the shower. I'm not showering. Let me rest." Peng Yingqirui directly lay down on the ground and gave up.

"Not showering? Then in a bit, you can get ready to do push-ups until everyone comes out."

"Fuck..."

The two huskies immediately scrambled up and began walking upright.

They went in by groups of around twenty. Fang Huai and the others had to wait until the final group before they were allowed inside.

Before they entered, Third Squad Leader stood at the door and slowly called out, "Shower time... only ten minutes!"

Fang Huai cursed inwardly.

Ten minutes? If I believe you, I'm your grandson.

As soon as they entered the shower room, the previous group still hadn't come out. The sounds coming from inside made it feel like the set of an Asian adult film, with outrageously wild moaning.

"Oh... that feels so good."

"So comfortable!"

"Turn the hot water down over there! The water here is getting cold!"

Taking a shower right after sweating heavily wasn't actually advisable. You could catch a cold.

But in the army, that little bit of inadvisability was nothing at all. It even felt pretty damn good.

When Fang Huai's group entered, Third Squad Leader stood at the door, slapped the door with his belt, and roared.

"Third group, get out now!"

The people inside dragged their feet, and Third Squad Leader didn't urge them again. He merely lowered his head and checked his watch.

They took their clothes off at the entrance. There were no lockers, just a large cubby shelf. Everyone found a cubby for their clothes and shoes, then went in barefoot with their washbasins.

Nobody dared say it was unsafe. The New Recruit Regiment had collected all their money and forbidden them from carrying cash or any personal items besides what the military issued. The whole point was to leave them with nothing.

If anyone came out claiming they had lost money or belongings, not only would they never get them back, they would also get a beating and have their packs inspected again.

Everyone stripped naked and walked in. Whoever was small felt awkward.

Fang Huai wasn't awkward, but he walked like a zombie. His thighs felt borrowed.

The scene inside was completely fucked.

There were too many people coming in. There were only twelve shower stalls in total, so two or even three familiar, innocent recruits crowded into one stall. Those not under the water stood beside them soaping themselves up, and some even bent over openly to pick things up.

The soap-dropping joke hadn't become popular yet, so everyone had one less thing to worry about behind them.

Fang Huai showered quickly. He squeezed into a stall occupied by a recruit from another squad who knew him. He basically just soaped up and rinsed off. He didn't even have time to scrub before hurrying out.

The feeling of hot water washing over him truly was relaxing and addictive, but the squad leaders' anti-addiction system was brutally strict.

He would remember this shower vividly.