The vehicle returned to the Squadron, and it was already past eight o'clock.
Fang Huai received a system prompt that his military merit value had increased by 1.2.
For such a minor call, an increase of 1.2—It must be that the system somewhat appreciated his sly actions.
The old soldiers on the vehicle were all laughter and chatter.
Although it was a long weekend patrol, they performed equipment checks twice a day, rain or shine, from eight in the morning to nine at night; only after that was it rest time.
To skip the morning check and go straight to rest was not a bad deal.
The Training Team was assembling in the front yard by the entrance, with Chen Zhechang giving a speech in front of the lineup.
But the members of the Training Team were staring at Fang Huai, fresh off the vehicle, with many wearing a somewhat mocking smile.
They could stare all they wanted; Fang Huai couldn't care less.
