The duty officer's words left the recruits below stunned.
They looked at one another, as if trying to figure out who had been bold enough to take a photo of himself in uniform and send it to his family.
The political instructor had specifically warned them about this before handing out the phones. Now, because someone had broken the rules, they were all going to be taken away?
The recruits couldn't understand it. How could anyone do something like that?
"He sent his family a photo of himself in uniform and even took pictures of the surrounding barracks. Was he some kind of enemy spy?"
Ji Baichang muttered from his place in the formation. He couldn't imagine anyone being that stupid.
Still, he'd gotten tired of his phone that morning, so he didn't mind having it taken away.
The recruits in Eighth Squad had it the worst.
Since they'd lost in the first round of tug-of-war that morning, their squad leader had decided to wait until the afternoon to hand out their phones. At noon, he'd made them memorize the regulations instead.
After finally making it to the afternoon, they'd heard the duty officer say that everyone's phones were being collected because of certain people. This was just—
They really wanted to curse. It was simply too unfair.
"All right, if your squads are supposed to shower and rest this afternoon, go shower and do your laundry. Forget about getting your phones."
"The political instructor and I will inspect everyone's phones one by one later."
After speaking, the duty officer turned and dismissed the recruits.
One by one, the recruits trudged back to their squads, looking completely dejected.
"Song Si, why does your face look so pale? Are you hiding something from us?"
Ji Baichang asked, eyeing Song Si suspiciously.