After Being Reborn, I became a firefighter again?

The rest of you need to reflect seriously!

The class points system starts at 80 points, and an evaluation will take place every month! The average score of all squads in the company will be the total score for the company!

I have ready banners for the squads with the highest and lowest points in the company! The Head of the Corps has been notified and will pay attention to this points evaluation, which will also involve rewards and punishment systems! If you’re not afraid of losing face, then just go ahead and lose points!

Whether you shine or embarrass yourself is up to your own performance!

That’s all I have to say. Behave accordingly!

All of you, listen to the command: backpacks on shoulders, start high-knees in place, begin!"

The whole troop quickly sprang into action.

The Chief of Staff and several staff officers started inspecting the troops, with reprimanding voices continuously heard.

"Why isn’t the backpack on your shoulder? Where’s the strap? Deduct a point!"

"Zhang Xing, Second Company, Squad Six! Two backpacks have fallen off! Deduct a point for each person!"

"Squad Five of the Seventh Company! A backpack has fallen apart!"

At the front of the formation, a staff officer kept recording the deducted points.

Hao Chengbin was breaking out in a cold sweat.

This class points system was a new policy introduced this year, and he wasn’t quite sure about it.

But now he understood that if he let them be today, not to mention gaining points, it would be lucky not to lose three or four.

Being late, disorganized backpacks, upon reflection, Peng Yingqirui alone could lose two points.

And then there was Lu Zexian, Liu Yue...

Wouldn’t that result in losing four points?

Empiricism kills!

With so many points deducted, how can they be regained?

If they end up at the bottom and the Head of the Corps notices it, even if it’s announced... could it affect his own transfer?

In the past, when he led new recruits, it was the same old tactics, deliberately letting the new recruits make mistakes to find opportunities to educate them, to ensure that every word he said thereafter was taken seriously by the recruits. 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝙬𝙚𝓫𝒏𝓸𝓿𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝙤𝓶

So yesterday, when he taught them how to pack their backpacks, he just casually went over it twice, asked everyone if they understood, they all nodded, and he glossed over it, waiting for them to slip up and be criticized by the regiment.

After being criticized, he would have a good reason to fly into a rage back in the squad.

To summarize: It was like fishing law enforcement.

Such methods of leading soldiers can no longer be used in the future.

Times have changed.

This time leading the soldiers, although the superiors did not repeatedly mention punishing or berating the new recruits, during drill times the Chief of Staff and the staff officers had begun to roam the training field for various reasons.

No longer like before when they left everything on the training field to the Old Soldiers and turned a blind eye to whatever happened.

At this moment, Hao Chengbin sharply realized: the higher-ups had changed their mindset, they were using certain methods to link the interests of the Old Soldiers with the performances of the new recruits, subtly changing some of the more barbaric training methods and making life a little easier for the recruits, preventing them from taking unnecessary detours.

The leadership didn’t want to affect the effectiveness of the new training, so they tried not to mess with the morale of the Old Soldiers, but some reins had already silently been placed on the shoulders of squad leaders like him.

However, within the whole corps, there weren’t many Old Soldiers like Hao Chengbin who thought things through so thoroughly; the changes in the troops would still need to be realized through increasingly hefty requirements and restrictions on the Old Soldiers.

...

The Chief of Staff continued loudly as he walked.

"Company Leaders, tomorrow... no, today is Friday! At noon, distribute the regular uniforms! Tomorrow night, organize everyone to wash their camouflage uniforms and the clothes inside! Each of you, you all reek!

Also, you must wash your face and feet before going to sleep! Now, every new recruit has at least three pairs of socks; they must be changed every two days! Your corridor is filled with shoes and socks left outside, the smell is suffocating! I have to take the back stairs to enter the office! I don’t know how you can stand it!

Once you’re in the troops, those lazy habits from the past have to change! I’ve already made arrangements with the bathhouse, every Saturday, each company will take turns to take a shower!"

Upon hearing this, the new recruits began to whisper among themselves.

"We’re finally going to take a bath!" someone exclaimed excitedly.

"My god... Do we have to?" others asked, looking distressed.

"Li Xiaohe, if you’re not going to bathe, could you not sleep on the lower bunk below me? Your feet stink so much they rise up to my crown chakra while I’m asleep! And you even reverse your position, it’s like my hair is soaked in the smell of your feet!"

"You’re exaggerating, huh!" Li Xiaohe’s face couldn’t quite hold the embarrassment.

Someone covered their mouth and whispered, "Dude, you really should wash them! Don’t hold your feet up so high! The smell from your feet is mixing with Zhou Tong from our squad’s body odor!"

Another person, annoyed and feeling humiliated, retorted, "Nonsense! I’ve said I don’t have body odor! I was checked when I joined the army! The doctor even fanned and sniffed me!"

"I’m really shocked, that’s something the doctor can tolerate! Did you bribe him or what? Look, it’s okay if you stink, but can you not try to cover it up with cologne? The two scents are marinating together!

Be a decent person, let me enjoy the pure stench, will you? When we do sit-ups, the squad leader makes me hold down your legs. When you come up, that smell... If hand grenades were six yuan apiece, I’d put a hundred yuan’s worth under your blanket first!"

Fang Huai listened with great interest.

He hadn’t heard these somewhat naïve internet slang terms in a long time, and a wave of memories washed over him.

Initially, Fang Huai was glad he joined the army early enough to avoid the years when non-mainstream was mainstream; had he gone to university, he might have ended up with a rooster haircut, furiously tapping the arrow keys and spacebar at an internet café.

He remembered the first time he returned home on leave and visited an internet café with some friends to play CS—just then, a core member of the Buried Love Family emerged from behind a curtain.

He would never forget that look.

A guy with slick black eyeliner for eyeshadow, lips the same color, bangs that hung down to his chin covering half his face, and the hair on the back of his head all gelled up from the crown, looking like a fan. As soon as he stepped outside, he had to lean into the wind to counter the drag.

He also wore short shorts and knee-high high-top canvas shoes that nearly stuffed into the shorts.

Asking his friend, he was told this was the new human species, and his friend looked on with envy, suggesting he might be the patriarch of some major family.

At the time, Fang Huai was bewildered; he hadn’t been a soldier for long, yet humanity had evolved twice over. He’d yet to become a new human, and here they were, already new new humans.

It sounded like a minority nation’s settlement pattern, even having a patriarch.

In the days that followed, many of his friends joined the "new new humans," some even becoming part of those "families" not recognized by household registration books, with their own patriarchs, queens, princesses, and even freaking royal guards.

They even got into the practice of recognizing each other as parents, brothers, and sisters.

When two families fought, hundreds of people would spray each other with verbal fire in a tiny room of "Dancing Team," their keyboards sparking with passion.

Entering an internet café, those people would cause the café owner to charge an extra 20 yuan deposit.

Fang Huai later mocked those friends on more than a few occasions.

Forget it.

Ru Ru Ai, Zhi Zhi Ai. Ru Ai not Ai, hurt all the more.

...

[Task Completion.]

After checking his backpack, Fang Huai finally received the prompt.

The Chief of Staff simultaneously ordered.

"Every company, lead your troops to the playground for a three-kilometer run! Anyone with scattered backpacks, wrap a quilt around yourself and run!

If only I wasn’t worried about disturbing the peace, I’d have you all run a lap around the main street to show off!"

The troops howled in dismay.

Damn, three kilometers by day, three kilometers by evening! The blisters on their feet hadn’t even healed!

"What are you yelling for? Think that’s too few? Make it four kilometers!"

That quieted them down.

Ten minutes later, the new recruits were panting on the playground, occasionally shouting a chant.

Such a large-scale collective run of a few hundred people, four kilometers in length, is really just about longer duration, not speed. Most people might complain, but their tolerance had increased significantly.

Of course, the three members of the Flying Tiger Team still stood as pillars in the center of the playground.

You could tell, some were beginning to struggle, one of them lifting his legs high in an attempted explanation with the cadres accompanying them.

"One-two-one!"

"Here, let’s pep up a bit! We are pests! Sing!"

Second Squad’s squad leader, Xiang Zhiyuan, began to PUA the new recruits on duty.

The new recruits seemed to have gotten used to it too; at this point, forget about dignity. If the squad leader said they were pests, then pests they were.

"We are pests! We are pests! The righteous old squad leader, the righteous old squad leader, must exterminate the pests! Exterminate! Exterminate!"

Xiang Zhiyuan’s voice also became excited, "What are you?"

"Pests!"

"What are you?"

"Pests!"

Soon, voices from other companies started to join in.

"What are you?"

"Rookies!"

"Who gave you that name?"

"Old Soldiers!"

"Why did the old soldiers call you rookies?"

"Because we’re dumb! Because we’re stupid! Because we’re brainless! Because we’re missing a screw!"

The vast playground had no people, no new recruits, only a group of pests and rookies with a serious sense of hierarchy.