After receiving a Second-Class Merit and appearing on television, Wang Yan's life had not changed much.
After all, everyone in the regiment who ought to know him already did. Those who did not surely had someone around them who did. Things were basically the same as before—wherever he went, people greeted him, offered the highest praise, and kept calling him a damn badass.
It was just that this time, the looks people gave him carried even more reverence. Just as they said—he really was a damn badass!
Besides, just as Wang Yan had told Yuan Lang before, he wrote an application and became an activist.
Other than that, nothing had changed. Everything was as it had been before.
That day, they were once again conducting a long-distance field march. The difference was that this time, the scale was massive—the entire regiment had mobilized together...
Tanks, armored vehicles, troop carriers, supply trucks, and more stretched along the road in a seemingly endless convoy, kicking up clouds of dust as they maneuvered at high speed.
The members of Third Squad sat inside their armored vehicle, bouncing up and down with every jolt.
Bai Tiejun groaned and whined again. "If this were a real war, by the time we got there after being bounced around all the way, we wouldn't even be able to stand steady. How the hell would we fight?"
"Get lost. You're the worst one in the squad. You're the only one without any combat ability." Gan Xiaoning laughed as he cursed him.
"It's not like I wanted that. I've done plenty of extra training, but I just can't improve. What am I supposed to do?"
"That just means you haven't trained enough," Wu Liuyi said. "I'm telling you, the exercise is about to begin. We're the Red Army, and