What would you say is the biggest difference after becoming a soldier?
Tangyuan was too embarrassed to say.
As a woman at heart, suddenly being in a man’s body, God knows how mortified she was.
When she first arrived, it took a long, long time to adapt.
Before, she always squatted to use the toilet, but now, she had to distinguish between number one and number two—squatting for the latter and standing for the former.
It got awkward when she had to do both at the same time...
More than once, she’d soul-searchingly questioned herself about whether to do them together or separately.
The truth seemed to be related to the length of the latrine. If it was too short, well, things would get awkward. She had to observe carefully and then act according to the situation.
Every time she showered, she blushed. Hahaha, even touching herself felt like being harassed.
Liang Tian found her situation hilariously funny and couldn’t help but laugh, making Tangyuan curse in frustration.
However, it was in the army that she really faced challenges because it was all men here. Wuuu, although she had plenty to feast her eyes on, she was genuinely embarrassed.
Eww, isn’t that disgusting?
Damn it, had she not been married and had kids before, she might have thought she was gay!
The soldiers from the sixties might not have been as dashing as those from the twenty-first century, but they weren’t half bad and had their own style, okay?
Tangyuan felt like she’d probably never get married in this lifetime. She couldn’t get over that psychological hurdle, so she might as well consider herself gay. Nᴇw ɴovel chaptᴇrs are published on novel⁂fire.net
What else could these big guys talk about when gathered together?
They’d all obsess over the few female soldiers and doctors in the military area.
He wasn’t interested in that, so while everyone else was engrossed in those discussions, he’d simply go to the training field to run laps and do basic training, trying his best to keep up with the rest since he’d had a month less of training than everyone else.
After realizing he had no immediate use for the food he’d gathered, he sold it all for points. His space had now surpassed Level 4 and he could plant cabbage, potatoes, rape, and lettuce.
When the new recruits were training with knives, he demonstrated exceptional skills, skipping the basics and joining the ranks of the veteran soldiers to prepare for one round of live combat training after another. As long as everyone responded well, it would be the same as being confirmed.
Among them were chefs, cooks, Supply Officers, and Feeders.
Their leaders were the Quartermaster and Deputy Company Commander of the unit.
Feeding the pigs wasn’t a constant duty; it rotated among different positions.
And the selection for the Cooking Class was much stricter than he had imagined.
Because, like the soldiers of the company headquarters, they were under the direct supervision of the Company Commander, so support work wasn’t as simple as you’d think. Don’t assume that the company headquarters’ Cooking Class was just logistics.
During assessments, the platoon would even borrow people from the Cooking Class, replacing those who weren’t up to scratch. The Cooking Class’s members were essentially part of the company office. Without the right quality and awareness, you wouldn’t even be considered.
In a company, their main job was to prepare meals for everyone (including breakfast, lunch, dinner, supper, picnics, holiday meals, special meals, etc.), serving the food needs of the commanding officers, warriors, and the injured.
The Cooking Class typically had higher standards than the regular infantry, and if your training scores were poor, you might not even be allowed to join.
The Cooking Class had to cook for over a hundred people each day, so their physical training wasn’t any less demanding than that of regular soldiers. During the superiors’ five-kilometer cross-country tests, the Cooking Class was often chosen.