Tan Lujin scoffed, "What can you tell in just three days? If she can hold on for three months and is that amazing, I'll give her the thumbs up."
Guo Heping laughed heartily. "I think she's quite capable of provoking your temper. She's the first of so many female soldiers you've led! Okay, female soldiers aren't as tough and sturdy as male soldiers. You can't be too harsh and deliberately target her. It'll make her think you're wrong."
Tan Lujin scratched his head, feeling a bit troubled. "Can't be ruthless? Then what do you say? I just can't stand people who are just a little clever and don't take others seriously!"
Guo Heping: "I'll observe and work with you to come up with a good solution. We can't just criticize and educate female soldiers and force them to do skills training. What if they become physically ill from exhaustion? They'll have to be discharged! Our company has never had a precedent for discharging soldiers."
Besides, these are all soldiers who came here based on internal indicators. No matter where they come from or what their purpose is, they have the halo and expectations of their fathers.
The instructor not only needs to cooperate with the company commander to do a good job in ideological work among the soldiers, but also needs to do ideological work on the company commander at critical moments.
Tan Lujin immediately understood: "Yes, we can't retreat. When we first came here, we promised our superiors that we would complete the mission!"
"We have to teach her to take the lead. Look at Second Platoon Leader Qiu Zhijie; he's changed so much! If we can bring out Second Platoon Leader, why should we be worried about not being able to educate Jiang Jun?" Guo Heping lit a cigarette, took two puffs, and quickly put it out. "Why did you insist on calling her 'General'? Every time I try to talk to her, it feels like I'm reporting to the commander!"
Fortunately, we only need to count numbers during each gathering, and there is no need to call out names.
Tan Lujin glared and said, "If it's a mule or a horse, then take it out for training. We'll see!"
Then the two chatted for a while about the training of male soldiers, and Hu Dali shouted reports outside the door.
Guo Heping hurriedly held Tan Lujin in place and said, "Captain Tan, let's not talk about how to help Jiang Jun yet. Let's wait until the new recruits are through this two-week break-in period before we discuss it."
This batch of female soldiers was also significantly larger than previous ones. It was supposed to be tough enough for male soldiers in such a harsh environment. He didn't know what the higher-ups were thinking, but Guo Heping didn't understand. He decided to hold off until new instructions came in and wait and see.
Tan Lujin paused for a moment and answered loudly: "Come in!"
Hu Dali pushed the door open and saluted, reporting, "Jiang Jun and He Xiangdong have finished standing at attention and have returned to the dormitory. I've instructed them to each write a 200-word self-examination."
Tan Lujin was very satisfied. Writing a self-criticism was the best excuse. If it wasn't well written or his understanding wasn't profound enough, he would just send it back for rewriting. Thinking about it made him feel better and his strength returned: "Well done! Go call the second and third platoon leaders in for a meeting."
The two female soldiers who returned to the dormitory to write self-criticisms were not so happy.
He Xiangdong buried his face in the quilt, his shoulders heaving, feeling very sad.
The other female soldiers did not dare to step forward to ask. They all stayed quietly on their beds, absent-mindedly reciting and reading books, but in fact they were secretly watching Jiang Jun's actions.
As soon as they entered the dormitory, Jiang Jun took the initiative to ask everyone, "The platoon leader asked us to write a self-criticism. Has anyone written one before? Can you teach me?"
In one sentence, everyone was successfully pinned to their respective positions.
Jiang Yun was happy to have some peace and quiet. He moved a small stool and sat in front of the bedside table. He spread out the booklet of regulations and disciplines in front of him, took a pencil and letter paper, and wrote a self-criticism seriously.
Moreover, she had to write two copies, one for herself and another for He Xiangdong to copy.
It was her fault for being punished by standing in the corner. If she hadn't talked to He Xiangdong about identifying the direction, He Xiangdong wouldn't have been so happy.
Writing a self-criticism was the first time for Jiang Yun.
She has written research reports and annual plans.
If you want her to admit her mistake, then just write down the process of how the mistake happened.
Jiang Jun tried hard to think about the contents of the overwhelming number of posters marked with red crosses that he had seen before.
When people criticize you, they definitely want you to admit your mistakes.
This key point is easy to find.
Jiang Jun quickly finished writing the self-examination and added a few sentences from the red book as his life guidance goals.
She took a look at it and was very satisfied, so she picked it up and went to find He Xiangdong: "Xiangdong, get up and take a look at how I wrote it."
He Xiangdong covered his face, awkwardly sat up, and sobbed, "Xiaojun, I'm sorry, it's all my fault."
Jiang Jun wrung out the towel and handed it over: "Wipe your face first, I'll comb your braids."
The other female soldiers were stunned.
How could he be so nonchalant even after being criticized, forced to stand in the corner, and asked to write a self-criticism, as if he were writing a letter to relatives and friends?
He Xiangdong wiped the tears from his face and sniffed: "Xiaojun, I was so embarrassed just now. I don't even have the face to go to drill tomorrow."
Jiang Jun smiled and was about to comfort He Xiangdong and say it was okay, but the lights-out signal rang.
The lighting conditions in the camp are limited, and everyone's daily routines almost follow the light of nature.
Jiang Jun found a flashlight for He Xiangdong, lifted the quilt, and hid under it to whisper to He Xiangdong: "Hurry up and copy the inspection. It has to be handed in tomorrow morning."
He Xiangdong was still sad: "Xiaojun, if we write a self-criticism and submit it, will we be punished? I just arrived and I'm already being punished. I'm too embarrassed to go back and see my dad."
Jiang Jun recalled that when they were writing their self-criticisms just now, their behavior of hugging each other's arms was not clearly stipulated in the military appearance and posture regulations, and it was not serious enough to be punished.
Zhou Yufen, the female soldier sleeping next to He Xiangdong, pushed the quilt aside and whispered, "The guards are here."
After lights out, the platoon leader on duty will inspect each dormitory.
It is not to save electricity or to ensure that soldiers get enough sleep to ensure the quality of training, but to check whether the soldiers abide by discipline, which is part of a unified action.
Unfortunately, in his original time and space, Jiang Yun had only received fifteen days of military training in middle school and twenty days in college. The intensity of those dozens of days of training combined was not as high as the three days of actual training in the military camp.
Jiang Jun threw back the quilt and jumped off the ground, ran back to his bed, lay down quickly, and pulled the quilt to cover himself.
The dormitory door was pushed open quietly, and a beam of flashlight flashed around the room. Seeing that there was nothing unusual, he closed the door and left.
After a while, Jiang Yun jumped off her bed, ran to He Xiangdong's bed, and pushed it gently. He Xiangdong took out a piece of paper from under the quilt and handed it to Jiang Yun.
Jiang Jun finally felt relieved and stuffed the draft he wrote for He Xiangdong under the quilt.
Mo Xiaohui lay in the corner, taking in all of Jiang Jun's little movements.
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