"Why are the recruits being given a midnight snack?"
"Everyone else is holding squad meetings. What are you doing?"
"A bunch of recruits, unable to stand properly or sit properly. Is this how your squad leader taught you?"
Director Liang stood with his hands behind his back, putting on an imposing stance as if he were about to summon swirling clouds and crashing thunder.
But after only a few words, Hao Chengbin appeared behind him and cleared away the clouds.
"Director Liang, what brought you here?"
Director Liang turned around, and his voice immediately lost some of its force. "Why aren't you with your squad?"
"Oh, I went over to Brother Hei's place and just got back. He asked me to help write a training plan for the parade formation, so I'm taking it to him," Hao Chengbin said casually.
Brother Hei and Old Hei were both nicknames for the Chief of Staff.
The moment Director Liang heard that, his momentum weakened by another degree.
Setting everything else aside, when it came to formations, Hao Chengbin had been the New Recruit Regiment's Model Class squad leader for five consecutive years. Every year, when the corps held its formation competition, he would be brought to the training base for several days. At those times, he was no longer training recruits, but NCOs competing in the formation contest.
So even though Fang Huai's formation skills were fairly good, he had never presumptuously tried to show off during formation training.
The man was an absolute authority. Even as a reborn veteran, Fang Huai only needed to listen obediently. If he behaved himself, he might even learn a thing or two.
Hearing that, Director Liang finally remembered the title of chief formation instructor held by the man before him.
"Oh, I just came to