Chapter 64 Chapter 64
"The sun is rising from the west?" A sunburned soldier scratched his ear exaggeratedly. "It's good enough for a training freak to not have to practice more. Why would he ask for leave?"
"I must have heard wrong!" Another soldier said firmly, "Even if our entire regiment asked for leave, the commander would never ask for leave!"
As he spoke, he wiped the sweat dripping down his chin, his eyes full of disbelief.
The training ground suddenly exploded, and the discussions spread like waves.
You know, Wen Yanxi is a well-known workaholic.
The winter before last, he had a high fever of 39 degrees Celsius and still came to watch them train wrapped in a military coat.
Last year, my leg was scratched by shrapnel, and I had to stand on the training ground for a whole day with crutches.
Such a captain of the Yama Group actually took the initiative to ask for leave today?
"Do you think our captain looks a little happy?" Jia Zheng stared at Wen Yanxi in silence for a long time before turning around and whispering to the person next to him.
"Do you think..." Jia Zheng stared at Wen Yanxi for a long while, then suddenly lowered his voice and nudged his comrade beside him mysteriously: "Our regiment commander looks a little happy?"
"How did you tell that?" The soldier next to him was full of suspicion and couldn't help but steal a glance at Wen Yanxi.
That icy face that never changes for thousands of years, even his eyebrows didn't move, how could he be happy or unhappy?
"Don't worry about that!" Jia Zheng waved his hands mysteriously, "Anyway, I think the captain is not quite right today!"
As he spoke, he rubbed his arms, as if frightened by his own guess.
The soldier next to him rolled his eyes: "He's about to ask for leave, how can he be right?"
His tone was full of disgust, as if to say, "Aren't you talking nonsense?"
"Look at what you're saying." Jia Zheng curled his lips speechlessly and moved closer: "Based on my understanding of the captain..."
He deliberately dragged out his tone, causing the surrounding soldiers to prick up their ears. "I suspect he's asking for leave to plan some kind of intimidating training. After all, he did this once two years ago!"
"What?!" The surrounding soldiers gasped in unison: "Isn't our current training tough enough?"
Some people have already hugged their heads in despair, as if they can see the dark and bleak training life in their future.
"That's not necessarily true," a weathered veteran said, rubbing his chin thoughtfully. "Two years ago, it was because of a special mission, but now I haven't heard of any missions coming."
"But when they suddenly increased the training two years ago, the regimental commander didn't give us a reason in advance!" another veteran interjected, his voice filled with lingering fear: "They only called on the men after the training was over!"
The more the recruits listened, the more they felt it made sense, and their discussion gradually grew louder.
Some people have already started to sigh, as if they have seen the miserable state of themselves being trained to death.
"Jia Zheng." A soldier suddenly poked Jia Zheng's arm and whispered, "Why don't you go ask the regiment commander?"
"Why should I go?" When Jia Zheng heard this, he immediately shrank his neck and looked reluctant.
"You've been on several missions with the regiment commander, and you're from the same hometown." The soldier counted on his fingers, "You can even tell whether the regiment commander is happy or not..."
He patted Jia Zheng's shoulder meaningfully: "If you don't go, who else will go?"
There was a sudden chorus of agreement from all around, and a few brave ones even pushed Jia Zheng forward.
Jia Zheng was pushed and staggered, and when he looked up, he met Wen Yanxi's sharp gaze.
He suddenly froze in place, like a rabbit being targeted by a wild beast.
Why did he talk so much just now?
At this moment, Jia Zheng wanted to slap himself twice, feeling like a fool who had walked into a trap.
Although he was very curious, even if he wanted to ask, it was not the time.
There's no way you can find out in front of so many people!
"Is there something?" Seeing Jia Zheng suddenly step out, Wen Yanxi asked coldly, frowning slightly.
"No...no!" Jia Zheng shuddered, shook his head like a rattle, turned around and rushed back to the team, his movements so fast that it seemed as if there was a wolf chasing him from behind.
The soldiers around him winked at him, but Jia Zheng pretended not to see anything. He stared straight ahead and stood straighter than anyone else.
He thought to himself: What a joke, you heartless bunch of people want to see me die?
No way!
Wen Yanxi glanced thoughtfully at the group of soldiers who had suddenly become as quiet as chickens, but didn't say anything.
"Continue training!" Wen Yanxi said in a deep voice.
Everyone couldn't help but shudder and immediately threw themselves into the intense training.
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The cafeteria was bustling with people at noon. Jia Zheng was holding the freshly prepared meal and looking around with his eyes rolling around.
When he saw Wen Yanxi sitting alone in the corner, his eyes lit up and he immediately pretended to walk over casually.
"Captain, let's share a table!" Jia Zheng smiled and sat down opposite Wen Yanxi.
Wen Yanxi didn't even raise his head, but just raised his eyelids slightly, which was considered as tacit agreement.
Although all the soldiers in the regiment were in awe of him and didn't even dare to get close to him when eating, there were always a few exceptions.
Jia Zheng's eye-catching bag is the most prominent one among them.
Jia Zheng took two bites of rice and stole a glance at Wen Yanxi's face. Finally, he couldn't suppress his curiosity: "Captain, what's the good day today? I see you're in a good mood."
Wen Yanxi slowly swallowed the food in his mouth without even raising his eyelids: "Don't talk while eating."
The sound was not loud, but it made Jia Zheng shrink his neck immediately.
But how could Jia Zheng be so easily dismissed?
He ate a few mouthfuls of rice and moved closer: "Captain, just reveal a little bit..."
He gestured with his fingers at a tiny distance: "Are you going to give us some extra practice?"
Wen Yanxi finally raised his head, his sharp eyes swept across Jia Zheng's face, and suddenly asked, "Are you free?"
Jia Zheng shuddered and immediately straightened his back: "Report to the commander, I'm not idle!"
Wen Yanxi glanced at him lightly. Although he didn't say anything, that look made Jia Zheng straighten his back involuntarily, and even the way he held the chopsticks became proper.
Jia Zheng rolled his eyes and changed the subject, not giving up. "Comrade Xiao Shen has been in the army for a while now. I wonder how he's getting along with Wen Qing?"
He sighed in feigned concern, "Wen Qing seems to be in a bad mood these past few days. Did they start a fight right after arriving?"
With a light "click" sound, Wen Yanxi suddenly put down his chopsticks.
He slowly raised his eyes, his gaze as sharp as a knife, and his eyes were clearly filled with displeasure: "Are you concerned?"
Jia Zheng suddenly felt a chill on his back and quickly waved his hands: "No, no, no, I was just saying it casually..."
The voice became smaller and smaller, and finally became almost a breath.
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