At 8:30 in the morning, on the training field.
"Squad Leader, what happened to our squad leader's family?"
"Why are you asking so much? Your squad leader only took a few days off. As long as he doesn't request additional leave, he'll be back soon enough!"
Pan Zhaohui looked at the two rows before him, a full twenty people, and scratched his head in frustration.
"Ninth Squad, which drill subject had you reached in individual formation training?"
No one from Ninth Squad answered.
Fang Huai glanced at Zhao Bing, and only then did Zhao Bing speak.
"Squat and stand! Squad Leader!"
Pan Zhaohui noticed the little gesture and frowned.
"Fang Huai! Why were you looking at him? Why didn't you answer? Cat got your tongue?
"I heard from Jiang Peng that you were pretty fierce when you fought Battalion Commander Zhang yesterday, weren't you?"
Fang Huai's mouth twitched.
Jiang Peng really couldn't say anything decent with that mouth of his.
I just beat Battalion Commander Zhang yesterday. Old Pan isn't going to avenge his favorite soldier on me, is he?
Thinking that, Fang Huai hurriedly shifted the blame. "Report, Squad Leader, Jiang Peng wasn't even there yesterday! He went to challenge our Squad Leader Hao! How could he possibly know what happened yesterday?"
As for Pan Zhaohui's first question, it was naturally because the Political Instructor had appointed Zhao Bing, but Fang Huai didn't want to mention that either.
Pan Zhaohui wasn't Hao Chengbin, after all. He probably wouldn't stand up for Fang Huai. And if he found out Liang Longhui was unhappy with him, Fang Huai's next few days might not be pleasant either.
The moment he said that, Jiang Peng turned and shot him a hateful glare.
Fang Huai merely answered with a disdainful smile.
"Oh? That happened?"