Yuan Bao's face, which had turned a deep purplish-red, also froze. He was a rough man and didn't understand many profound truths, but he understood the last sentence.
Yes, why is it that they can use tricks and it doesn't work for Battalion No. 3?
Just because we lost?
The moment this thought crossed his mind, a sense of humiliation even stronger than defeat itself overwhelmed him.
"Well said!"
A loud shout shattered the suffocating silence.
It's Lei Kuan!
He slammed his hand on the table with a sudden "whoosh" and stood up abruptly! The enamel mug on the table was jolted half a foot into the air before crashing to the ground with a loud bang, breaking off a large piece of porcelain.
He looked at Su An standing in the center, his eyes filled with undisguised admiration and pride!
"That's fucking brilliant!" Lei Kuan's voice was as loud as a bell, making the entire conference room buzz.
"Han Feng! Did you hear that! That female soldier knows more about fighting than you do!"
"On the battlefield, there are only victors and vanquished! There are no gentlemen's agreements! A good soldier is one who can achieve the greatest victory with the least cost! That is a hero!"
He turned his head and glared at Han Feng.
"Han Feng! The soldiers you led were useless. They lost the exercise, and instead of going back and learning from their mistakes, you're here distorting the truth, confusing right and wrong, and playing these kinds of 'exaggerated' tricks on me! Don't you have any shame? You've completely disgraced your Second Battalion by being such a sore loser!"
"I...I..." Han Feng was overwhelmed by Lei Kuan's overwhelming aura, his lips trembling, unable to utter a complete sentence.
"Listen up, all of you! What do you mean by 'exercise'? An exercise is war! It's just that we're not firing real bullets! Once we're on the battlefield, do you think the enemy will talk about morality and justice? Do you think they won't shoot you just because you're upright and honorable? Bullshit!"
"As long as we win! As long as we eliminate the enemy! As long as our soldiers return alive! Any means are good means! Any means worthy of praise!"
"A soldier like Su An, on the battlefield, is a treasure capable of saving an entire company! He's a hero who can turn the tide of battle! But in your mouth, Han Feng, he's just morally corrupt? Bah! I think it's you, Han Feng, whose thinking is truly corrupt! Rigid! Conservative! Stuck in the past! Your kind of thinking is the greatest threat to our army!"
After Lei Kuan finished speaking, his chest heaved violently, but he felt an unprecedented sense of comfort in his heart.
The soldiers of Battalion No. 3 were all thrilled by what they heard, and they wished they could applaud Instructor Lei on the spot.
Just then, Vice Minister Zheng Hongyi, who had been silent all along, finally put down his teacup.
The teacup landed on the table with a crisp "tap".
All eyes were on him.
Zheng Hongyi slowly stood up, his gaze sweeping across the entire room before finally landing on the dejected Han Feng.
"Comrade Han Feng."
"You just said that your Second Battalion is not satisfied."
He paused, his voice suddenly turning cold.
"I'm telling you now, whether you like it or not, you have to accept it!"
"The military is a place where strength and victory are measured, not a marketplace where you can throw tantrums and act recklessly after losing!"
"A loss is a loss! If you can't even admit defeat, and you can't even face the strengths of your opponent, what kind of instructor are you?! When the soldiers you train go to the battlefield, will they also argue with the enemy and say, 'It's against the rules for you to hit me'?!"
"You can't accept defeat—" Zheng Hongyi's voice was icy cold. He looked at Han Feng and said, word by word, "Take off this uniform and get out!"
"Get lost!"
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