8:30 in the morning, training field.
"Squad leader, what happened to our squad leader's family?"
"Why do you care so much? Your squad leader is only on leave for a few days. As long as he doesn't request leave for personal affairs, he'll be back soon!"
Pan Zhaohui looked at the two rows in front of him, a total of twenty people, and was somewhat headache-stricken, scratching his head.
"Squad Nine, up to what subject have you learned in individual formation training?"
No one from Squad Nine answered.
Fang Huai glanced at Zhao Bing, who finally said.
"Squat-stand! Squad leader!"
Pan Zhaohui noticed this little gesture and said, frowning.
"Fang Huai! Why are you looking at him? Why don't you answer? Have you become mute?
I heard from Jiang Peng that yesterday, when you were fighting with Battalion Commander Zhang, you were quite fierce, weren't you?"
Fang Huai's mouth twitched.
Jiang Peng's mouth, truly unable to spit out ivory.