At 9:20, when they assembled, the area beneath the New Recruit Building was already packed with people.
At least a full company had come.
Everyone wore a somewhat proud expression. Those present were the top physical performers selected from each squad.
But it was more than pride. They looked at one another with clear defiance. Quite a few had served as militia members for a year or two and received training from their local People's Armed Forces Department.
Of course, there were no badass types who had enlisted for a second time. Even Fang Huai had only heard of such people, never met one.
The commander ordered them to line up by First through Eighth Company, and First through Ninth Squad.
A corporal with wheat-colored skin, a slightly plump build, and a height of around 1.7 meters stood before them.
Once everyone had assembled and formed up, Hao Chengbin walked over with his hands behind his back, patted the corporal on the shoulder, and said,
"Little He, you came to train recruits this year too?"
The corporal looked helpless and gave an embarrassed smile. "Squad Leader, I really couldn't keep up with the winter training competition today. I came up here to be a clerk and take a break."
Before Hao Chengbin could reply, some of the recruits below were already snickering.
Even among the NCOs, there were lazy people who couldn't handle training!
If they couldn't handle it, all they could do was become clerks!
Hearing the quiet mockery around him, Fang Huai's mouth twitched.
He Zhijun really had come. When Fang Huai had first heard the name, he had assumed it was someone else with the same name. After all, it was pretty unbelievable that He Zhijun had time to come train recruits.
This man was an absolute