Zhao Xin wiped the sweat from his face, feeling his skin sting from the sun’s scorching rays. Someone approached from behind, slapping his back with a palm.
"Tell them to rest for twenty minutes!" Leng Ning’s voice sounded, as the figure had already walked past him, clearly heading for the communications room.
"Captain!" Zhao Xin quickly shouted to the dozen or so men behind him to take a rest, then hurried to catch up with him, walking by his side.
However, Meng Xinian had such long legs and walked so fast that when he strode forward, Zhao Xin nearly had to jog to keep up.
He silently complained in his heart, the Captain has become even more twisted over the past month! As soon as his injury was healed, he immediately joined the training, capable of torturing them over and over again.
"Captain, the people from the first squad rest for a maximum of five minutes each time and train like their lives depend on it! Aren’t we being too luxurious resting for twenty minutes all of a sudden?"
Sweat slid down from Meng Xinian’s temples, crossing his chiseled face, filled with a masculine force and a sense of cool detachment.
"If we lose because we trained fifteen minutes less, there’s no need to compete, just straight up admit defeat and call ourselves grandsons," he said coldly.
Training must also be about the method, not about squeezing out every minute to achieve the best results.
Zhao Xin then asked, "Captain, are you going to the communications room to make a call?"
Otherwise, what was he doing? Chatting with the signal corps?
"Has Sister-in-law not written a letter yet? Otherwise, you don’t need to go to the communications room anymore, let me run errands for you. If Sister-in-law sends a letter, I’ll make sure to deliver it to you with the utmost speed!"
Meng Xinian suddenly stopped, almost causing Zhao Xin to collide with him. Hastily stepping back two paces, Zhao Xin looked at Meng Xinian somewhat innocently and said, "Captain, I, I, I really can’t do anything about it!"
With Meng Xinian’s sharp and intimidating gaze upon him, Zhao Xin somewhat couldn’t stand it and blurted out directly, "Everyone says that the Captain checks the communications room every day on schedule, flipping through all the mail. If anyone receives a letter, the next day’s training will surely double. Obviously, the Captain is just jealous that they’ve got mail, so maybe it’s best that the Captain isn’t allowed to flip through the letters at the delivery room anymore!"
Meng Xinian’s eyes deepened, turning Zhao Xin’s hot sweat to cold, "How do you know I’m waiting for a letter from Little?"
Zhao Xin chuckled, "Do I even have to think about it? Captain, who else have you ever waited for a letter from? This time, after your trip to Peace Town, you came back with a big bag of candies, saying it was celebration candy for your engagement. Other than Sister-in-law’s letter, whose else could you be waiting for?"
He didn’t want to say it, but that day, Meng Xinian, parading around giving out candy, had a swagger that shocked everyone to their core.
For those few days, Meng Xinian was all smiles with everyone, clearly in an exceedingly good mood.
So, the entire squad was abuzz, convinced Meng Xinian’s fiancée must be unrivaled in beauty, gentle and pleasant, intelligent, and from a good family, a perfect match for Meng Xinian, and that was why he was in such high spirits.
But that good mood didn’t last longer than five days.
After five days, his expression soured more with each passing day. After ten days, he began visiting the mailroom daily, returning with an even more sullen face each time.
If anyone dared to provoke him at that time, they would surely receive a severe thrashing from him.
Then those who did receive letters went through double the training the next day, experiencing a mix of joy and pain.
This torment made it hard for the boys to endure, so they sent him to beg for mercy.
It’s just that Zhao Xin, this blockhead, always managed to dig his own grave with just a single sentence.