Type 07 Combat Boots

Lü Qinglong shook his head and quickly pulled Ji Baichang away from the doorway of the neighboring squad's classroom.

As expected, I was overthinking it. The military has developed over so many years, with people coming and going, but some things are always passed down.

Although the military now emphasizes civilized troop management, hitting New Recruits is undoubtedly the most memorable method to teach them a lesson.

And this was only the first day they were supposed to officially start training. As Veterans, they would surely have all sorts of ways to put these New Recruits in their place.

This was basically the norm, to keep the New Recruits on edge, so they would listen to them in the future.

He could only say that these Veterans might have used slightly brutal methods.

"Qinglong, I finally see the truth about the military. Our Squad Leader Chen Ting is a good person. He just made us squat, unlike the squad leader from the next class who was holding a stick."

"Forget it, don't panic when things happen. Have a cigarette~"

Ji Baichang pushed open a few stalls in the toilet, making sure no one was inside, then squeezed into the innermost cubicle. He struck a flint, and took a satisfying drag.

He then vigorously rinsed his mouth under the faucet, and after confirming there was no smell of smoke, he walked out of the toilet.

Lü Qinglong, waiting outside the door, had been keeping watch for him.

Just now, a New Recruit had wanted to use the toilet, but seeing Lü Qinglong's massive frame standing at the entrance, he obediently went upstairs to the second floor's toilet.

"Qinglong, I've realized you're born to be a soldier!"

"With your physique, I wish I could switch with you. Let's see which Veteran would dare bully me!"

Ji Baichang, having just finished a cigarette, felt a little lightheaded. He reached out and felt his thick forearm.

He even imagined himself punching Veterans and kicking officers in his mind.

That would be so cool!

However, Lü Qinglong gave him a strange impression, a hint of intelligence mixed with simplicity.

The first time he saw him, he might have thought he was a fierce-looking murderer, but the longer they spent together, the more he felt Lü Qinglong was a sensitive boy with a tiger in his heart.

In some ways, he was truly innocent.

Especially when he smiled at him, the flesh on his face would jiggle, like a child acting spoiled.

Listening to Ji Baichang's words, Lü Qinglong smiled.

(Fig. 1)

Yes, that's the smile.

He felt Lü Qinglong was becoming purer and purer.

When the two returned to the classroom, Squad Leader Chen Ting was already asleep. The entire classroom was quiet, with only the New Recruits burying their heads and pressing their blankets, the sound of small stools bumping against the blankets.

"The Squad Leader is sleeping. I'll help you press your blanket. Let's switch blankets."

Lü Qinglong lowered his voice and whispered to Ji Baichang.

"No problem! Qinglong, you're really a good guy. Just call me if you need anything in the future. You're my best buddy."

Ji Baichang excitedly patted his chest.

The two swapped blankets. Lü Qinglong effortlessly pressed his own thick blanket into a flat, dense disc.

Then, without a sound, he returned the blanket to Ji Baichang.

Ji Baichang immediately set to work on his own blanket. It truly felt different; the folded blanket already had the basic shape of a neat square.

At noon, the other New Recruits in the classroom, due to Squad Leader Chen Ting's previous squatting exercise, didn't dare to slack off either and spent the entire noon pressing their blankets.

"Whoosh!"

"Company One, rise!"

The duty soldier's voice called out from the entrance of the barracks.

The New Recruits, who had been pressing their blankets all noon, showed pained expressions on their faces.

What is this? Will their midday breaks in the future all be spent folding blankets? This is too difficult!

However, under the intimidating presence of Squad Leader Chen Ting, the New Recruits dared not speak their minds and could only obediently stand in formation outside the barracks.

The faces of the New Recruits from other classes were also grim.

Things like what happened to the neighboring class's New Recruits must have been happening to them quite normally.

If you don't get beaten in the military, can you even call it being a soldier?

"Hmm~ Not bad!"

"I see you all have excellent morale. You're all full of energy! It looks like you had a very good rest during lunch!"

"In that case, for the afternoon formation training, I hope to see you all full of vigor on the training ground!"

The duty soldier stood in front, speaking nonsense with a straight face. The New Recruits below were so tired they were wilting, yet he insisted they had energy.

What's the difference between this and praising a cripple for walking fast?

"For the afternoon formation training, everyone wear your hats, belts, and combat boots."

"Alright, each squad, return to your positions in an orderly manner."

The duty officer waved his hand and walked back into the barracks.

"Combat boots?"

Back in the classroom, the New Recruits pulled a pair of all-black, mid-calf boots with a matte texture on the toe from under their beds and put them on.

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Currently, they wore camouflage rubber shoes for daily use. They were lightweight, but the soles were very thin, making it painful to step on stones or similar objects on the ground.

However, these combat boots were different. They were issued by the Armed Forces Department along with their uniforms. The full name of the combat boots was Type 07 Combat Boots.

"Wow! These boots are heavy and so cool!"

Song Si kicked his feet in the combat boots he was wearing and stood up, feeling like his height had increased.

"Especially the toe area, it looks reinforced. I feel like I could kick nails without any problem."

After the other New Recruits changed, they also felt a sense of novelty.

The only downside was that they felt a bit heavy, and walking wasn't as comfortable as in the camouflage rubber shoes.

"What's wrong, Qinglong? Why aren't you changing into your combat boots?"

Everyone else had changed into their black combat boots and were admiring their shoes with some vanity, but Lü Qinglong had yet to change.

"Oh, I think my shoes are in the locker. I'll go get them."

Lü Qinglong asked Squad Leader Chen Ting for the locker key. A moment later, he walked into the classroom carrying a pair of enormous combat boots.

"My god! Brother Long, what size are those combat boots? They look more than twice as big as ours!"

"Whoa! I think Brother Long's shoe size must be over sixty! I'm 1.8 meters tall, and my feet are only size 42."

As the New Recruits spoke, they subconsciously looked at Lü Qinglong's feet. His feet were so large that a pot couldn't hold them...

"My feet are fine, just around size sixty-five."

"Then why don't you all leave the classroom first? I'll change my shoes."

Lü Qinglong's expression was a bit strange.

"Huh? Why, Brother Long? You're not a little girl, what's the big deal about changing shoes?"

"Yeah, it's normal for us not to see a little girl's Jade Foot, but yours... it's not like that..."

"I think Brother Long's feet can be considered Prison Feet too."