Who taught you to be a recruit like this?

Chapter 311 Wu Jin's Worry and the Instructor's Anger

In the evening, the lights were on in the company commander's office.

Zhao Pengfei sat in Qin Feng's seat.

He was busy writing the lesson plan while stuffing biscuits into his mouth.

At this moment, there were two knocks on the door, and then the door was pushed open.

Looking at Wu Jin who pushed the door open and walked in, Zhao Pengfei looked at the clock and asked with some confusion.

"Why are you here at this hour instead of having dinner in the cafeteria?"

"Platoon Leader." Wu Jin looked at the half-empty box of cookies on his desk and said, "You, eating this for dinner, can you handle it?"

"Oh, I ate too much at noon, so just a couple of bites will be enough for dinner." Zhao Pengfei wiped the crumbs from his mouth, and unconsciously lowered his head to busy himself with the things at hand.

"There are several buckets of instant noodles and sausages in Qin Feng's cabinet. I'm staying at his place these days, so I can eat anytime I want when I'm hungry at night."

"Do you have anything else to do? If not, go and eat quickly, and then go do your own thing after dinner."

"By the way, the instructor said at noon that you should hand in your work log to me from now on. I will handle any work issues..."

Before Zhao Pengfei could finish his words, he saw a lunch box in front of him.

The lunch box was filled with food and two big meatballs that looked very appetizing.

Zhao Pengfei slowly raised his head, only to see Wu Jin looking at him with a distressed expression.

"Old squad leader, please stop for a while. You've been using one person like three these days, and you haven't been eating properly. Your body can't take it!"

"Who didn't eat well?" Zhao Pengfei picked up the biscuits on the table and waved them in front of him: "See, high-calcium milk biscuits, how can this thing not be nutritious?"

"Hurry up and take the lunch box away. Don't get the oil on Qin Feng's table. I'm busy."

"Old squad leader, you can let me go, but you can eat this meal first."

Wu Jin stood where he was and refused to leave.

Zhao Pengfei tried to persuade her no matter what, but she just couldn't get away with it.

"Okay, okay, okay. I'm afraid of you. I'll eat these two meatballs. Is that okay?"

"can!"

In the end, both of them gave in to each other.

Wu Jin pulled a pair of chopsticks from his pocket and handed them over with a smile.

It was like he was stalking someone, and he had to watch Zhao Pengfei eat the meatballs before he would leave.

Zhao Pengfei was also at his wit's end. He picked up the chopsticks and was about to take a bite when the office door was pushed open again.

Seeing instructor Guo Haitao coming in with a gloomy face, Zhao Pengfei quickly put down his chopsticks and stood up to salute with Wu Jin.

"Hello instructor!"

Guo Haitao simply ignored Wu Jin who was standing beside him, and angrily attacked Zhao Pengfei.

"Zhao Pengfei, what did you do?"

"Ah?" Zhao Pengfei was stunned.

"Why are you training so hard these days?"

Guo Haitao flipped through the training plan in his hand and said to him, "Qin Feng's plan clearly marks what exercises to train for each stage. The first stage is mainly about adaptation."

"If you skip the previous part and start with the second phase of intensive training, which soldier can handle it?"

Zhao Pengfei explained, "Instructor, I felt that time was tight and the task was heavy, so I sped up the pace a bit."

"I greeted everyone on the first day and gave them a day and a half to adapt."

"I see no problem, so I'm skipping to the second phase and starting intensive training directly."

"Over the past few days, although everyone has been complaining, they have basically been able to complete the training tasks I assigned, and..."

"Stop!" Guo Haitao gestured for a pause. "Zhao Pengfei, you need to understand one thing. Although we are nominally forming a special operations platoon, the actual foundation of those soldiers is far weaker than that of real special forces soldiers."

"Special forces select the best soldiers from various grassroots units. Some of them are even the best soldiers in their original units."

"Their physical fitness and ability to withstand pressure are already outstanding."

"You're forcing things. You might see results in the short term, but if you keep doing this for a long time, you're bound to run into problems. You might even end up being crippled!"

Zhao Pengfei fell silent, feeling a little powerless.

Guo Haitao also knew that his words were a bit harsh, so he sighed and said.

"Zhao Pengfei, I know you don't have this experience, and this is your first time to take on such an assignment."

"Originally, Qin Feng was going to assist you in training, but the problem now is that he is not here."

"The army is a high-speed machine. We cannot stop just because someone is missing. He has his mission, and we have ours."

"The training plan he left behind has some minor details, and we don't have anyone to ask about them. You can only figure it out bit by bit on your own."

"You have your difficulties, but as a trainer, I also have an obligation to remind you. I hope you will carefully consider whether there are any areas where you can appropriately adjust your training."

"Also..." Guo Haitao glanced at the biscuits next to his notebook and the food in his lunch box, and said in a heavy tone, "You've been pushing yourself too hard these days. If you keep going like this, it's easy for the tension to break. You need to find a way to adjust yourself."

"Otherwise, this invisible pressure will be transferred to training, causing the overall direction to deviate further and further."

Wu Jin looked at Zhao Pengfei with heartache, opened his mouth, but didn't know what to say.

The main beam of the Steel Knife Camp had always been supported by Ge Zhiyong and Qin Feng.

But now, one of them is lying in the hospital and the other has no news at all.

All the pressure came from top to bottom, like a rushing waterfall, pressing on Zhao Pengfei.

As a person who dropped out of high school, never went to college, and never attended military school, he was promoted to an officer based on his meritorious performance.

These professional things are too stressful for him.

Zhao Pengfei knew clearly that with his level and vision, he could easily lead the new recruits.

Being a squad leader, there is no problem in managing a dozen veterans.

But when it comes to training as a special forces soldier, he really feels overwhelmed.

Especially, when the battalion commander and Qin Feng were not around.

It also made him feel like he had so much energy but didn't know where to put it.

Zhao Pengfei is not only worried about Qin Feng's safety, but is also tortured by work pressure and suffers from insomnia for whole nights.

In fact, he wanted to tell the instructor countless times that he felt he might not be qualified for this position.

But when I thought about it, this was the task Qin Feng assigned to me personally.

He could only swallow these words back into his stomach again and again.

Because he knew that compared to what Qin Feng was doing outside, his own pressure was nothing.

At present, the only thing Zhao Pengfei can do is to help Qin Feng come up with the prototype of the special operations platoon before he comes back.

Zhao Pengfei clenched his fist and said, "I understand, instructor. I will reduce the dosage and adjust my condition appropriately."

"Ah."

Guo Haitao patted him and then said, "Oh, and about that incident with Liu Yong this afternoon."

Zhao Pengfei paused, suddenly feeling a little awkward: "Um...did he come to you to complain?"

"Of course I am." Guo Haitao glared at him. "But I gave him a good scolding."

"Just take care of logistics properly. It's fine if you're always thinking about running to the combat squad, but you're also trying to mess with the special operations platoon? You deserved a punch, and you think the situation isn't chaotic enough?"

"Also, from now on, you should eat with us at mealtimes and not hide here eating cookies. Work doesn't cost you a moment."

"If you can't eat well, how can you lead the troops well? The more difficult times are, the more you need to have a strong body, otherwise how can you bear it?"

"Yes!"

Zhao Pengfei nodded, sat down, pushed the notebook aside, and started eating.

......

At seven o'clock in the evening, everyone brought their stools and gathered in the reading room.

The News Broadcast is an unshakable part of the army, and its purpose is to keep the soldiers in touch with the outside world.

In this way, even in the army, you can gain insight into major events happening around the world.

In fact, at the beginning, everyone will be more or less disgusted with these boring things.

But after staying in the army for a long time, I can also enjoy watching the news.

Sometimes, we can even discuss some real issues.

Soon, more than twenty minutes passed.

The clock on the wall showed seven twenty-eight, and the show would be over in two minutes.

At this moment, a line of small words suddenly scrolled out from the bottom of the screen.

When Zhao Pengfei saw the content of the font, his pupils suddenly shrank.

He slowly turned his head and looked at the two people beside him.

Guo Haitao and Wu Jin also looked horrified, clearly shaken by the text...