Chapter 332 The lard in the liberation shoes and Instructor Lei's chicken. Zhao Tiezhu shrank back subconsciously when they yelled at him, but when he thought of the two men's injustice towards him and the bucket of swill in front of him that exuded a destructive aura, a surge of courage to risk everything surged up from the soles of his feet again.
He stiffened his neck, his eyes bloodshot, ignoring his two former "good older brothers," and stared intently at Qin Ye's cold, stern face, shouting with all his might:
"Report, Instructor! I want to report them! I want to expose them! Wang Dazhuang and Li Erniu... they're repeat offenders! They steal!"
"What?!"
"Stealing?!"
The entire audience erupted in uproar!
If it was merely a matter of discipline and conduct before, the word "theft" completely changes its nature in the military! This is a matter of utmost importance! At best, it results in a major demerit; at worst, it leads to immediate discharge from the military and being handed over to a military court!
Qin Ye, who had been watching the show with his arms crossed, raised an eyebrow almost imperceptibly and looked at the seemingly deranged Zhao Tiezhu with great interest, uttering a single word.
"explain."
This word is like an imperial edict, a supreme authority.
Having received the instructor's permission, Zhao Tiezhu felt as if he had been granted a get-out-of-jail-free card, instantly becoming much bolder and straightening his back considerably.
He pointed his still trembling finger sharply at Wang Dazhuang, whose face was ashen. His voice became shrill and shrill with excitement: "Report, Instructor! It's him! Last month, half a jar of lard went missing from our battalion's mess hall. He stole it!"
These words immediately caused a small commotion in the queue.
"I remember now, that's right! The head cook, Old Wang, was furious, saying that some damned bastard even stole public lard!"
"Yes, yes, I also heard that it was intended for making dumplings during the festival, but now almost half a jar is gone!"
Hearing the surrounding chatter, Wang Dazhuang's face flushed a deep purplish-red.
Zhao Tiezhu didn't stop. He went all out and spilled everything like beans from a bamboo tube: "In the middle of the night, during the change of guard duty, he secretly climbed over the wall into the warehouse and filled his precious military green mess box to the brim! Afraid of being discovered, he even hid the mess box under his bed, stuffed with smelly socks, and put it in his shoe!"
"puff--"
In the queue, Zhuoyue was the first to burst out laughing.
Immediately afterwards, the laughter spread like a contagious plague throughout the entire playground, becoming impossible to suppress.
"My goodness! Hidden in a tattered shoe? Is that lard even edible? It'll just smell like athlete's foot!"
"What a genius! This guy is a real genius! I can't believe he even came up with this idea!"
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