Reborn at Boot Camp: General, Don't Mess Around!

Twenty-three cameras were discovered. Although they were still in the hands of the students, the soldiers tampered with the cameras, and the cameras were now unable to be used.

Dinner time didn't last too long. The officer didn't deliberately ask Ye Jian which unit she was from, but the smart girl hinted to him that she was from another unit.

That was to tell the instructor that it wasn't convenient to reveal that.

When she left with Class One's instructor, the officer went back to the office building and walked into a separate office.

It was the chemical defense regimental commander's office.

"That little girl is extremely smart. She knew that I was trying to find out more about her and she immediately told me that she was uncomfortable with taking photos, blocking me from asking any questions. She then told me that every political officer had the attributes of an old fox. Hahaha, it's really interesting. She even took the initiative to admit that there was a military unit training her."

The officer then sat in a chair in front of the desk and laughed again and again as he told his old partner about what had happened, but his words had a tinge of sourness.

The regimental commander, who was preparing a biochemical training program for his soldiers, lifted his head up from the pile of documents. He had a square face, and his skin was dark, a stark contrast from the paper under his arms. He was in his early forties and the hardships he experienced were evident on his cold face.

Hearing that, his sharp eyes smiled as he teased, "An hour ago, I advised you to not ask about her. The higher your expectations, the greater your disappointment. You're making it uncomfortable for yourself. Stop thinking about how to win over an elite soldier from other units. Come, look at this plan."

"The higher-ups want to form an anti-terrorism team that can go abroad. As the largest chemical defense regiment in the Nanguang Military District, we will form the core. Come have a look and choose a few."

The political officer took the plan and after seeing the names, his face distorted with pain, as if his flesh was carved out. "You are really generous! These are all our elite soldiers. Are you trying to carve out my flesh by sending them all away?"

"I feel pain too. Go first." The regimental commander looked at the time and stood up after moving his shoulders. "Go through it slowly. I'll go eat, and see how great this Ye Jian is to be able to make you feel so sour."

It's only been a while and yet she left such an impression.

"Tomorrow there's a twenty-kilometer march. Follow them and see it for yourself. Now's rest time, there's no training at night." The officer looked at the five-page proposal and his face became solemn. The light from the sunset was permeating through the windows, telling everyone that the fifth day of military training was over.

When Ye Ying came out of the infirmary, dinner time was already over. Although it was over, the boy in charge of serving food left a portion for her.

The vermillion cloud on the horizon slowly turned grey, and the last golden sunray on the edge of the cloud disappeared, leaving behind a faint translucent cyan sky.

After admiring the clouds, the students didn't return to the dormitory immediately. Instead, they formed small groups and sat together. Some even sat together with the instructors and talked happily.

It was rare that there wasn't any night training, and everyone had a relaxed smile on their face.

Ye Jian was the main topic. The instructors all received instructions from the political officer and their answers were all the same.