assistirfilmes Chapter 3 - The Recruits Arrive—A Harsh First Impression
Chapter 3 - The Recruits Arrive—A Harsh First Impression
Chapter Three: The Recruits Arrive—A Harsh First Impression
Smack!
With firm strides, Zheng Sanpao marched to the front of the new recruit formation. His sharp eyes locked onto the first soldier on the left.
“Give me a smile!”
“Heh!”
The recruit, who had been grinning the whole time, suddenly looked embarrassed and dropped his head.
“I said, smile!”
Zheng Sanpao patted him on the shoulder—not unkindly, but with unmistakable authority.
“Step forward!”
Tap! Tap!
The recruit stepped out and moved to the designated area.
Next, Zheng Sanpao stopped in front of Chen Xiwa.
The burly recruit flashed his usual honest, goofy grin.
“Heh heh ha!”
“Do I look funny to you?”
Zheng Sanpao’s expression was completely unreadable.
Chen Xiwa’s smile froze. He instantly sobered up, looking a little awkward.
“Step forward!”
Now visibly nervous, Chen Xiwa quickly complied.
Then came Zhuang Yan’s turn.
Zheng Sanpao stared him down, his sharp gaze unwavering.
“Step forward!”
Without hesitation, Zhuang Yan strode forward, his body language exuding defiance. He didn’t even glance at Zheng Sanpao—as if the man were some plague to be avoided.
But when Zheng Sanpao reached Lin Yi, something unexpected happened.
The other recruits gasped in surprise.
Because, for the first time, the cold-faced “Demon Sergeant” showed an expression other than indifference.
There was a flicker of doubt, a glint of admiration—and something else.
“Lin Yi!”
“Freshman at the Yanjing University, School of Information Science and Technology.”
“This year’s top Liberal Arts student in Xiang Province—the only candidate with a perfect score in the essay section.”
“Tell me—why did you come here?”
Boom!
The words detonated like a bombshell, shocking everyone.
The recruits turned, their faces filled with disbelief, eyes landing on the calm, composed young man in their midst.
Even the arrogant Zhuang Yan had to admit—this was someone to respect.@@@@
A provincial top scorer, a perfect essay writer, a Yanjing University freshman—any one of these achievements was enough to make him a legend.
But all three?
Unbelievable.
“Sergeant.”
Unlike the others, Lin Yi showed no trace of fear toward Zheng Sanpao.
Instead, he smiled casually.
He understood exactly what was happening here.
Zheng Sanpao wasn’t just asking a question—he was making a statement.
“Do you know why I chose you?”
“Because every single one of you... is a weakling.”
“Sergeant!”
Chen Xiwa suddenly shouted.
“We haven’t even started training yet! How do you know we’re weak?”
Zheng Sanpao tilted his head slightly, eyes glinting with amusement.
“Not bad.”
“At least you remember to report before speaking.”
“Heh heh!”
Chen Xiwa grinned, scratching his head.
“My grandad was in the Eighth Route Army. My dad was a soldier too. Before I left home, he told me—”
Before he could finish, Zheng Sanpao was already in front of him.
“Military family, huh?”
“Aye!”
Chen Xiwa nodded proudly.
“But did I give you permission to speak?”
“Did I?”
Zheng Sanpao’s roar shook the entire field.
Chen Xiwa jumped, startled, his mouth clamping shut.
After a long pause, he whispered, “No... sir.”
Zheng Sanpao turned away as if he were about to continue—then suddenly stopped.
He looked back at Chen Xiwa.
“What’s your name again?”
“Chen Xiwa!”
Chen Xiwa straightened up instantly.
Zheng Sanpao smirked.
“Because of this soldier, Chen Xiwa...”
“All of you will be punished today.”
“Five-kilometre run—prepare!”
“Squad—right turn!”
“Double time—march!”
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The moment he gave the order, Zheng Sanpao took off running, setting the pace.
Dressed in his military service uniform, he led the charge without hesitation.
The recruits scrambled after him, their formation stretching like a long, winding dragon across the training ground.
They quickly became the centre of attention, with other new soldiers watching in awe.
Up on the hillside, a middle-aged officer watched through binoculars, his expression intrigued.
Beside him, a Second Lieutenant in a steel helmet reported,
“They’ve already passed six kilometres.”
In the distance, elite soldiers of the Night Tiger Reconnaissance Unit continued their own drills.
Their sharp eyes, however, had already taken notice of the new batch of recruits below.
And Lin Yi knew—this was only the beginning.