Chapter 328 This smells a bit strong "Yes," Qin Ye's tone left no room for doubt, "We just finished lunch, it's still warm."
Lei Kuan was completely dumbfounded.
For the first time, his weathered, dark face showed an expression resembling cracks.
swill?
Is it still hot?
These two phrases together create a scene so absurd it's almost unbelievable.
He served in the army for more than ten years, fighting from the jungles of southern Xinjiang to the snowfields of northern China. What kind of troublesome soldiers hadn't he seen? What kind of messed-up things hadn't he dealt with? He had led more than a reinforced regiment of soldiers, and he had seen all sorts of training methods and punishments, too numerous to count.
Punishments included running cross-country in full gear until you vomited, doing push-ups until your arms cramped, standing at attention in the dead of winter, and even cleaning the pigsty for the cooks in the back mountains... These were all routine punishments.
Could the punishment be... swill?
What kind of approach is this?
Countless thoughts flashed through Lei Kuan's mind in an instant. That stuff was kept behind the canteen specifically for the nearby production teams to take back and feed to their pigs! It was leftover rice, rotten vegetable leaves, and dishwater mixed together and fermenting!
Used for punishment? How is it used to punish people?
Lei Kuan was a rough man, but he wasn't stupid. He looked up and carefully examined Qin Ye.
The young man stood there quietly, his back straight as a javelin. The afternoon sun gilded his body with a golden edge, but his aura was colder than well water in the depths of winter.
There was not a trace of jest or hesitation in his eyes; it was a pure, resolute determination to achieve his goal.
Lei Kuan's heart skipped a beat. A soldier's intuition told him that this young man was serious. He wasn't joking, much less trying to scare him.
He was going to use that bucket of pig feed to give the entire Third Battalion its first lesson!
Lei Kuan's Adam's apple bobbed, and he was about to speak to dissuade him, but he swallowed the words back down.
He recalled Vice Minister Zheng's imposing face, the weight of the words "fully responsible," and Qin Ye's ghostly movements and terrifying strength in instantly killing Zhang Kui.
This kid is a ruthless figure invited by Vice Minister Zheng; he's a hammer specifically used to shatter the arrogance of these brats.
Although Lei Kuan was puzzled, he immediately nodded to one of the instructors next to him and ordered, "Didn't you hear me? Go to the mess hall and bring over a bucket of swill."
"Yes...yes!" The instructor didn't dare to delay and ran towards the canteen.
The entire playground erupted in chaos because of the word "swill".
"Swill? Holy crap, did I hear that right? It's that..."
"What else could it be? It's those buckets of stuff used to feed the pigs behind our cafeteria!"
"What do they need that thing for??... What did these three do wrong?"
The murmurs buzzed like mosquitoes, and everyone's face was filled with confusion and a hint of excitement.
Li Erniu and the other two were terrified, their faces turning ashen. When Qin Ye uttered the word "swill," they knew that this matter was definitely not going to end well.
Wang Dazhuang wasn't a simple-minded brute like Zhang Kui; he was a seasoned veteran who had been in the ranks for years, knowing how to read people and when to back down.
Face? How much is face worth?
"Instructor...I...I was wrong..."
Wang Dazhuang was the first to give in. With a "plop," his knees buckled and he knelt on the ground. Snot and tears streamed down his face as he begged for mercy in a sobbing voice, "We were blind to your greatness! We'll never dare to do it again! Please... please forgive us this time... just let us go, treat us like we're nothing!"
Li Erniu and Zhao Tiezhu also realized what was happening and followed suit, kneeling down one after another.
"Instructor, please spare us! We'll never do it again! We were just blind to your greatness!"
"We can't say anything nice! Please, don't make us... don't use that... we'll do anything! We'll clean pigsties for a month straight!"
For a moment, the only sound on the entire playground was the heart-wrenching cries and pleas for mercy from three people.
The remaining soldiers stood in the ranks, watching these three scoundrels who usually bullied other soldiers because of their good relationship with Zhang Kui, now kneeling on the ground begging for mercy like three dead dogs. They felt an indescribable sense of satisfaction.
However, Qin Ye seemed completely oblivious to the three men's cries. He simply strode over to them, looking down at them.
His shadow completely enveloped the three of them.
That silent gaze was more terrifying than any beating or scolding. The three people's cries gradually subsided.
They could feel the gaze from above them, like a knife, making their scalps tingle.
Just then, the sound of heavy breathing and the rattling of a wooden barrel came from afar.
All eyes turned to that direction.
The instructor who had run off to deliver the order was seen carrying a large wooden bucket on a carrying pole, accompanied by two soldiers from the cookhouse. They were walking briskly towards them.
The wooden bucket was a large, green-painted bucket used by the military canteen to hold swill. Even dozens of meters away, a complex, sour smell, a mixture of leftover rice, vegetable scraps, meat broth, and dishwater, had already drifted on the wind and entered everyone's noses.
The mixture of the sour smell of spoiled leftovers, the stench of rotten vegetable leaves, and the greasy smell of dishwater, all combined together, and after an afternoon of fermentation under the sun, formed a chemical weapon with destructive penetrating power.
Especially after lunch, with my stomach still full of steamed buns and stir-fried cabbage, the smell made me feel like the food I ate the day before was about to come right back up my throat.
"Holy crap... this smell is too strong..."
"I can't take it anymore, I need to get back somewhere, just smelling it makes me want to throw up."
"Those cooks are ruthless, what kind of stuff is in this bucket...?"
A muffled retching sound and whispers rose from the crowd, and the line instantly became somewhat disordered. Everyone instinctively moved backward, trying to get as far away from the three large green wooden barrels that exuded an ominous aura as possible.
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