The Vicious Wang Ye

The military camp was the aspiration of many men, but consuming insects in the military camp was certainly not.

At this moment, Wang Ye observed many individuals casting envious glances at Zhang Ping'an, who, like them, was a private. However, he had the privilege of watching everyone else partake in the repulsive meal with joy.

Nonetheless, resistance was futile. He, too, had to comply.

"Report, I... I can't do it!"

In the end, there was still one person who resisted, and he happened to be the last recruit of the first squad. Only one individual stood between him and being the first to vomit.

"What's the reason for not being able to eat it? Don't you have a mouth?" Before Wu Jianfeng could respond, his platoon leader had already approached him with a stern expression.

Being at the front of the line meant competing for first place in everything, even when it wasn't easy, especially in situations like this.