Who taught you to be a recruit like this?

Chapter 485: Small workshop, great materials!

In winter, the sun rises very late.

It was a little after six in the morning and it was pitch black outside, but the dormitory building was brightly lit.

The cadet soldiers have already tidied up their rooms according to the standard requirements and folded their quilts neatly.

As the duty officer blew the whistle, everyone gathered downstairs and began the regular five-kilometer morning exercise.

The daily routine in the military academy is the same as that in the army, and is strictly enforced.

While everyone is doing morning exercises, a special teaching assistant will go to each dormitory to check the hygiene and quilt folding.

If we find that the folding is not done well, we will deduct points and criticize without any mercy.

When the duty officer checked dormitory 5012, he was still amazed by the impeccable tofu on the bed.

"It looks just like a model quilt!"

“It’s truly a delight to the eyes!”

"We all need to learn from Qin Feng. Not only does he strictly adhere to military culture, but he also has such demanding standards for housekeeping!"

"This week's red flag should still be hung in their dormitory. Qin Feng will still be the model housekeeping officer."

"Nonsense! If you give this mobile red flag to other dormitories, they'll have to dare to hang it too, right? As for the housekeeping model, if you give it to someone else, see if they dare to take it."

The words of the duty officer made the officers nearby laugh and cry.

Although they did not go to the scene to watch the assessment of the Special Operations Command Department.

But I have already heard the students tell me in detail what happened.

One person, with nine burdens, defeated the entire department.

Not only that, some students with fragile mentalities were beaten to the point of becoming autistic, forcing the school to provide them with compulsory psychological counseling.

It even made the third-grade celebrity Long Tianye bend down and lower his head, turning him into a little follower.

This ability is something that these assistant teachers will never be able to achieve in their lifetime, and the nickname of "violent bandit Qin Feng" is destined to be recorded in the history of the school.

......

After morning exercises, no one went to the cafeteria to have breakfast.

Instead, they received a notice and all went to the department's indoor training hall.

But as soon as they arrived at the door, the students were startled by two rows of wreaths.

Walking further in, I found that there was a huge white cloth hanging at the front of the venue.

On top of the white cloth is a big word "甸", with two big black flower balls on both sides.

The overall layout is like a mourning hall, making people feel creepy and cold all over.

"Hey, what's going on? Who died?"

"Could it be a memorial to some heroic predecessor who sacrificed his life for his country?"

"Shouldn't we go directly to the Martyrs' Forest Park?"

"That's right! It looks like someone just left..."

The students of the Special Operations Command Department discussed in low voices and soon formed a line indoors as required.

At this time, Zhao Pengfei, Li Jiasheng and others suddenly discovered that Qin Feng seemed to be missing.

"Where's Qin Feng?"

"I do not know?"

"Didn't you see him during morning exercises just now?"

Just when they were puzzled, Qin Feng came out from behind a white cloth, holding a microphone and wearing a military uniform.

He stood at the front like a host.

Immediately afterwards, the principal, the chairman, the department head and a group of teachers all came in from the side door.

"Hello, teacher!"

Everyone immediately saluted and greeted.

Principal Wang Guohuai nodded at Lao Hui and Qin Feng, indicating that they could begin.

After getting permission, Qin Feng said two words into the microphone.

"play music!"

The next second, funeral music started playing on the radio.

At the same time, black and white photos appeared on the white screen.

There are twenty-three photos in total, all of which are of hostages who died in yesterday's assessment.

It was not until this moment that everyone realized that this was a collective funeral for the hostages.

Listening to the sad funeral music, looking at the more than 20 black and white photos on the big screen, and coupled with the solemn and dignified atmosphere in the "funeral hall", many people began to lose their composure.

This is too cruel!

They finally got through yesterday, and now they have to go through it all again. What's the difference between this and whipping a corpse?

Especially for those very few students in the crowd who had just received psychological counseling, it was like their wounds were suddenly torn open and salt sprinkled on them.

Looking at the photo of Chu Qianwen on the big screen, Long Tianye's eyes inexplicably became red.

It was as if he had really accidentally shot her yesterday.

"Why hasn't Qin Feng started yet?" Wang Guohuai asked in confusion, "It's already been a minute?"

"Let the bullet fly for a while." Lao Hui lowered his voice.

That’s right, Qin Feng didn’t speak immediately.

Instead, he stood there and looked at everyone present.

He wanted to let the sad mood linger in the venue for a while.

Only after everyone had basically been swept up in the sadness and self-blame did he slowly pick up the microphone.

"Dear leaders, fellow students, and teachers. Today, with heavy hearts, we hold this farewell ceremony to mourn the loss of these 23 beloved students."

"Like you, they entered the military academy with the dream of joining the army and serving their country, but at this moment, their lives are frozen in this most beautiful time of their youth."

"Her name is Chu Qianwen..."

At this time, Qin Feng used the remote control to enlarge the first black-and-white photo: "She is an excellent student in school, well-loved by students and teachers. She is her parents' precious daughter and the apple of her family's eye."

"But now, he was shot in the head by a careless guy and lost his life forever."

Long Tianye in the front row had trembling hands, a pale face, and misty eyes.

As Qin Feng introduced the people one by one, many people present burst into tears out of guilt and self-blame.

At the same time, there were "hostages" watching from the stands in the distance.

They never thought that one day they would be able to attend their own funeral in person.

It was as if they were souls floating in the air, in another dimension.

This feeling is both absurd and magical.

What everyone feels more is sad and uncomfortable.

At this time, Chu Qianwen and a group of girls were covering their faces and crying inconsolably.

Even Xu Dong and a few other boys were crying.

They cannot imagine how sad their parents and family would be if they were really gone.

And this sad crying sound, mixed with the funeral music on the radio, made this temporary mourning hall particularly realistic.

Even the principal, Wang Guohuai, was a little worried: "Director Rong, isn't this too cruel? The scar had just healed, and it was torn open again with blood..."

"This is a strong medicine." Lao Hui said, "Qin Feng promised me that after one dose, the disease will be cured."

Hearing that it was Qin Feng's promise, the principal fell silent.

But he was still worried that this one would be too harsh.

More students will be devastated by this.

If this is true, it would be a major educational accident, and even he, as the principal, could not afford the consequences.

"The one who tied the bell must untie it." Hao Zhengwei lowered his voice and said, "I think since Qin Feng is so confident in his promise, there shouldn't be any big problems. Let's just wait and see."

"Yeah." The principal nodded and looked at the host Qin Feng again.

......

"Now!" Qin Feng quickly introduced the situation of the hostages, and then said loudly: "Everyone, please take off your hats and close your eyes and observe three minutes of silence for the hostages!"

In a flash, everyone took off their hats.

Amid the sad music at the scene, we observed a moment of silence for the hostages.

Qin Feng, however, was holding the microphone and walking slowly into the crowd.

The tone was gentle, but the words were extremely contagious.

"When you close your eyes, think carefully about the mistakes you made in battle and reflect on them..."

"If you were careful enough and planned carefully enough, they might not have died, and you wouldn't have to attend their funerals, nor would you have to endure the huge condemnation of morality and conscience..."

"Tell me, do you want to encounter an accident like this again? Do you want to attend a memorial service like this again?"

"In no mood!!"

Everyone present closed their eyes and shouted these words with tears in their eyes.

Long Tianye yelled at the top of his lungs, and it was obvious that he was truly blaming himself to the extreme.

Qin Feng returned to the front and when he passed by Long Tianye, he reached out and patted him on the shoulder to express his encouragement.

"Okay, the three minutes of silence are over. Everyone, open your eyes and look up."

Everyone wiped their tears and snot and slowly opened their eyes.

This memorial service made them deeply aware of their mistakes and shortcomings.

It also made them more determined not to let such a situation actually happen.

But when everyone raised their heads with tears in their eyes, their eyes were wide open and their bodies trembled violently.

Even Zhao Pengfei and Fan Dalei swallowed hard.

In an instant, an inexplicable chill permeated my whole body.

Because at this moment, a large number of black and white photos appeared densely on the white screen.

And these photos are of those who died in the assessment...