The Beautiful Boss's Personal Bodyguard-Chapter 420 - 419

"Ah, ah, Comrade Ye Tian, I apologize, I apologize, are you alright?"

Seeing the instructor’s concerned expression, Ye Tian wasn’t annoyed but couldn’t help blaming himself internally for not using one of his many identities and instead introducing himself as a reporter from the regiment headquarters. Field troops generally detest reporters, and that’s putting it mildly, mainly because they fear a reporter’s pen might write both what should and shouldn’t be said.

Ye Tian rubbed his hands together and stomped his feet a few times. "No worries, if a grown man like me can’t handle this bit of hardship, that’d be a disgrace to our military dad. It’s all good, let’s go."

Hearing this, the instructor nodded, patting Ye Tian’s shoulder with a big, gloved hand, and exhaling white breath. "Good lad, I’ll take you to meet the company commander in a bit. You go and rest for now. Signal soldier!"

With a roar, gone was the gentleness from before, this is the dual nature of both scholar and warrior.

A soldier bundled up like a bear jogged over, saluting and exhaling white breath as he spoke. "Instructor!"

The instructor gave the soldier a few instructions, along the lines of taking good care of him, telling the cooking team to add two more dishes for lunch and such. Anyway, Ye Tian wasn’t in the mood to listen; he was truly frightened by the cold temperature here, only thinking of quickly finding a warm place to get warmed up.

In the end, the soldier led Ye Tian to a place he didn’t take a close look at; as soon as he was inside the room, Ye Tian dived into the bed, and after drinking a jar of hot water brought over by the signalman, he fell into a deep sleep.

...

"Back so soon. How did things go?"

"How else could it go? Caught two guys, the rest just got a talking to. Nothing major."

"Nothing major? In my view, the more trivial the matter, the more severely it should be cracked down upon. Many big problems often arise from these small issues. If you don’t pay attention to them normally, they’ll definitely lead to disaster in the end."

"You’re always like this. Some things can’t be solved by fighting and violence. I tell you to focus on political studies normally, but you never listen."

"Focus my foot! Strengthening one’s fists is the real deal. Where has your battlefield spirit gone? A couple days of school and you change, daring to talk to me about political study."

In a small hut heated by a stove, the instructor who had just returned from the town was carefully blowing on the hot steam from the tea bowl handed to him by the company commander, sipping slowly. Inside the bowl wasn’t tea, but heated white liquor.

The two of them were transferred from Chengdu Military Region and were specifically responsible for the training of the stationed troops. Frankly speaking, such stationed troops are not as legendary as the outside world imagines, they just increase the difficulty of training and enhance the skills to kill enemies based on the locale. If you bring the "Sea Snake" forces from Hainan over, they would freeze just the same.

The big-bearded guy is named Jiang Dawei, with his name given by his father who spent his life as a camp cook, implying great potential, but for half his life, he only reached the position of a Reconnaissance Company commander. Eventually, he took firm root on this spot of land in Mutuo, but that was it. The instructor was named Wu Wenjun, whose name was given by his father, a cadre in the General Staff Department, meaning young talent. Wu Wenjun didn’t let his father down, a top student from the National Defense University, but halfway through, he was sent to field forces for training. Because he hit it off with Jiang Dawei in terms of temperament, he silently buried himself in Mutuo without any intention of leaving.

These two partners usually seem at odds on the surface, but in their hearts, each wishes the other well. This mix of toughness and gentleness brings a perfect balance to their troops. Their combat capability ranks first in the whole military region and is well-known nationwide. It’s not surprising that their Combat Power is top-notch; after all, soldiers should look the part, and it would be shameful to let others easily challenge their prowess. However, what makes this unit remarkable is not that they have more battle heroes than other brother units, but that every year they produce one or two college students! That’s extraordinary.

For this reason, the battalion commander made two special trips here, chattering on and on, holding Wu Wenjun’s hand – "It’s important to cultivate talent, but it’s equally important to retain them." "Our place is poor, but we can’t let others benefit from the people we train" "We must repay even the smallest favor with a spring-like gush of gratitude" ... Only when he saw those who graduated from college return to continue as army officers did he stop his chatter. freewebnøvel.coɱ

Wu Wenjun took a couple of sips of liquor and placed the tea bowl on the table. Drinking alcohol is against the rules in the military, although an occasional exception can be made, it shouldn’t be overdone.

"Hey, there’s something I need to talk to you about."

"What?"

"A reporter came to the regiment, check it out when you have time."

Jiang Dawei waved his hand, his beard twitching. "Forget it, dealing with these reporters is your thing. I’d rather spend my time walking around the town inspecting public sentiments."

"Not going?"

"Not going!"

Wu Wenjun smacked his lips, "I think this reporter’s identity isn’t that simple; it seems like he’s trained."

Jiang Dawei was taken aback and then burst out cursing, "Not another motherfucker coming to poach our men!"

Jiang Dawei’s resentment is understandable; he’s just a small Reconnaissance Company commander. He has many soldiers under him, yet the number of elite soldiers is as sparse as Aonra Snow Mountain’s snow lotuses. Initially, superiors would pick soldiers directly from the training performance list, and his subordinates had their ways to respond – either sending the elites on assignments outside, like accompanying the cooking team to do shopping or offering drinks, or simply putting them in confinement, regardless of whether they committed offenses, and have them wait it out well-fed and cared for.

The superiors want good soldiers, but if the elites are taken away, it makes life difficult for those left below. It’s painful for anyone to see their well-trained soldiers taken away like plucking melons or picking vegetables – these are their own children, after all. However, not allowing them to leave would be holding back their future. As grass-roots officers, it’s a tough choice.

Later on, the superiors caught on to this trick and understood that talents are hidden among the people. They started implementing a dual-sided approach, with various reporters, medical soldiers, etc., coming here under the guise of supporting border defense soldiers. And then... there was no after!