Chapter 79: Han Yujin Over the Frozen Sky (1)
by AfuhfuihgsHan Yujin Over the Frozen Sky (1)
Blindfolded gun disassembly and assembly.
As expected, it was hard to beat an active-duty instructor.
The first time, a 10-second difference.
The second time, a 5-second difference.
The third time, a 2-second difference.
…It’s a shame.
I feel like I could do it if I try just a little more.
And time passed quickly.
After returning the guns, we went outside again for physical training and then went to shower.
The given time was only about 15 minutes.
“How can we shower in 15 minutes?”
Lilme said grumpily.
Kang Dahee retorted with a smile:
“Oh? Then should I extend it to 10 minutes?”
“…15 minutes should be enough!”
After showering.
After eating dinner, finally!
The long-awaited personal maintenance time came.
I unfolded the folding desk and took out my military notebook.
I slowly wrote down:
[Things that changed after becoming a woman]
The moment I tried to write, I felt a glance from the side.
In the end, I erased it all and wrote again:
[Things that changed after becoming ■■]
0. Got siblings
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- Improved senses
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- More emotional changes
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- Cry more easily
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- Became physically weaker
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- Dopamine addiction
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- Came to like sweet foods
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- Became more diligent
…I’ve changed a lot.
What was I originally like?
I disliked sweet foods,
Didn’t cry,
Was lazy.
That’s how I was. I’m sure that’s how I was.
Without knowing, I was changing.
Suddenly my heart beat twice.
Like water slowly rising,
Feeling like I might be submerged someday.
Feeling like I might lose myself.
…I was a little scared.
“Who wants to play Go? Dibs!”
“Play with me.”
“Wanna bet?”
“Sure! I think we’ll go to the PX later, how about PX bread?”
“Call.”
Hearing the banter of Lilme and Cha Jaehee who had become quite close, my gloomy thoughts disappeared.
As expected, being with fools prevents depression.
…Ah, whatever.
I’ll just think about this later.
The first day of entry ended after evening roll call.
I must have been quite tired, as sleep swallowed me whole as soon as I lay on the mattress.
And at 2 AM.
Someone woke me up again.
It was Choi Haru.
“…ke up.”
“…W-what?”
“Wake up, I said.”
Choi Haru looked down at me while yawning.
“…You’re the next fire watch.”
“…Ah.”
Being on fire watch from the first day of entry.
There’s no moderation here, no moderation!
[HaYoo Minor Gallery]
[Title: After living all this time, I’m downloading a service period app to wait for a woman wtf]
(Service period app.jpg)
I’m a rubber shoe from today.
I’m a stone statue waiting only for Han Yujin.
D-6.
Each day really feels so long.
It’s hard.
Is Han Yujin eating well?
What if she doesn’t agree with the shitty military food?
She’s not getting chewed out by a shitty platoon leader, is she?
My insides are endlessly burning up.
Likes: 214
-You’ll die if you wear rubber shoes backwards
-You’re making such a fuss over just a week
└ (Author) Fck you, without Han Yujin 1 second feels like 100 seconds
└lol I agree with that
-An active-duty instructor in the Army Gallery spilled the beans and said she’s A-grade
└Really?
└Yeah He said she did K2 gun disassembly in 40 seconds? And 2 minutes 10 seconds blindfolded
└lololololol
└Not lying
└She’s insane
└At that level it’s not A-grade but S-grade
└Even I only managed 15 seconds for assembly in my unit, it’s hard to believe a woman touching a rifle for the first time did that
└Ah no, I’ll believe it because it’s HaYoo
-Platoon leader.. that girl is a sick friend who can’t eat without coffee and sweet foods.. Please be considerate.. She’s a bit lacking and deficient
└Making her into an idiot in an instant lol
-They say photos will be uploaded on The Camp app too, download that
└The Camp lol
└Wow fck I feel like puking
-Are they doing CBR defense tomorrow?
└Yeah CBR defense after firing practice
└Drool will be flowing lol
└It’s a reward… hehe..
The wake-up bugle sounded.
It was the bugle from hell.
Tuesday. The watershed day.
Outside, Kim Hwachang is pitching a tent, and inside, I’m doing CBR defense.
My physical condition is not good.
My body felt stiff as if it had been boiled once.
Bossa nova-style wake-up stretching music flowed from the living quarters speaker.
We started stretching while sitting on our mattresses.
Tall Cha Jaehee and Lilme took cat poses. Maybe because their arms and legs stretched out refreshingly, they look like serval cats.
On the other hand, our Choi Haru looks just like a munchkin cat, petite and delicate.
The second day wasn’t much different.
Running, eating, washing,
Wearing, carrying, walking.
The distance to the firing range was quite far, so we were exhausted just getting there.
As soon as we arrived, we received a brief instruction and did PRI.
PRI. Preliminary Rifle Instruction.
Among trainees, it’s called “blood comes out, eggs are laid, teeth are ground” (a play on the Korean pronunciation).
It was no easy task to keep changing postures while holding heavy guns.
Still, it’s fortunate they don’t do cruel poses like forward unsupported anymore these days.
We immediately conducted zeroing fire.
“Prepared shooters begin first zeroing fire!”
Of course, I hit all targets.
Looking at the target, a nice shot group had formed on the right side.
The wildcat instructor said with a surprised expression:
“…You shot well.”
“Thank you, sir.”
“It seems you just need to adjust 3 clicks to the left.”
“Yes, understood!”
I safely completed the following second zeroing fire and live fire as well.
Everything went smoothly, as if it were a lie.
My steps are heavier than ever before.
I feel like livestock being dragged to the slaughterhouse.
My brow furrowed involuntarily as the dark, gloomy practice building came into view.
It was the CBR defense training ground.
…Do I have to do this again?
Already I feel an unpleasant, scratchy sensation in my throat when I swallow.
“Why am I so nervous?”
“This is what I’m most nervous about too.”
“…So scary.”
The expressions of the cast members, overwhelmed by unknown fear, had turned pale white.
Well, it’s understandable.
Even if they’re ignorant about the military, everyone has heard about the notoriety of CBR defense at least once.
Even I, who know about it, am scared, so how scared must these people who don’t know be?
We sat in the classroom and learned basic lectures about CBR defense and how to wear gas masks.
Bang!
The sound of the iron door opening forcefully was heard. Followed by screams.
“Uwaaagh!”
Another trainee who had received CBR training before us kicked open the door and ran out.
Seeing that sight, the cast members’ lips trembled.
Everyone was holding onto my body and trembling their hands finely.
…I’m not some attachment doll.
“I feel like my heart’s going to burst.”
“Ah, I really can’t do this.”
“…I don’t want to do it.”
Taking a deep breath,
I expounded on CBR defense tips.
“Listen carefully. When you put on the gas mask, tighten the neck strap as if you’re going to commit suicide. As you enter the practice room, either hold your breath or breathe shortly through your mouth only. Practice separating and attaching the filter canister beforehand.”
Here’s the really scary fact.
Even if you do all this, CS gas is equal to everyone. Like communism.
Lilme, with a worried look on her face, fiddled with her gas mask and asked:
“Have you done this before?”
For a moment, I hesitated to answer.
“…No. I’ve just heard stories.”
“What does it feel like when you inhale the gas?”
“They say it feels like pouring ramen soup powder into your nose.”
“Ah, shit.”
Just then, the wildcat instructor approached.
A faint smile was visible under the shadow of his hat brim.
“Stand up and form a single line.”
Here it comes. The moment has come.
I took in the last breath of fresh air in the classroom.
It felt like being tied with ropes and entering a detention center.
No, it felt like opening the hell gate and entering hell.
“Enter in a single file.”
As we stepped onto the threshold of hell, the iron door closed firmly.
Inside the practice room, production staff and training instructors wearing gas masks were lined up.
As they burst a CS capsule on the brazier, smoke rose up.
The acrid CS dust made the inside of the practice room hazy.
“Aaaagh! What is this!”
Lilme, who was next to me, suddenly screamed while grabbing her filter canister.
She hunched her body, stamped her feet, and violently grabbed around her neck.
I calmly attached Lilme’s filter canister correctly.
Only then did the screaming subside.
“If the candidates follow instructions well, this will end quickly.”
The instructor’s voice resonated as if we were in a cave.
“Remove the filter canister and raise it above your head.”
If you’re going to get hit by rain anyway, it’s best to get hit quickly. That way it ends faster.
I removed the filter canister at demonic speed and raised it.
But…
Looking to the side, I saw the rest of the members hesitating to remove their filter canisters, scared in advance.
…These bastards, really.
I’m slowly suffocating here!
Are you abandoning your team? Are you abandoning your team?!
“Remove the filter canister!”
Only when the instructor’s stern order fell again did they start removing their filter canisters.
The instructor explained the rationale for radiation training.
During that time, we were spitting out intense coughs like machine guns.
“You’re doing well. Put the filter canister on the comrade next to you.”
I calmly attached Lilme’s filter canister. Lilme did the same, putting the filter canister on my gas mask.
With this, we’ve crossed 70% of the ridge.
Now if we just endure a little more, this hellish time will end.
However…
Choi Haru, while trying to put the filter canister on Cha Jaehee, ended up dropping it.
Roll roll.
Roll roll.
The filter canister disappeared into the hazy gas.
“Kyaaagh!”
Cha Jaehee’s scream echoed chillingly inside the practice room.
“I want to get out! I can’t do this anymore!”
Cha Jaehee, having lost her reason, thrashed about like a wild horse.
She even tried to push away the instructor blocking the door and get out.
Seeing that, I approached Cha Jaehee.
I removed my filter canister and attached it to Cha Jaehee’s gas mask, saying:
“Just endure a little more! We’re really almost done!”
I held Cha Jaehee’s hand tightly.
Cha Jaehee, who had been breathing heavily, returned to her spot, trembling.
I breathed shortly. Sharp particles mercilessly tore through my respiratory tract.
Tears and saliva leaked profusely, and I started stamping my feet.
Ah, now I’m having a hard time too.
The devilish instructor said:
“Everyone must attach their filter canisters before exiting!”
To make matters worse. It’s pandemonium.
I tried to find the filter canister that had disappeared into the smoke, but it wasn’t visible.
Stinging particles scraped my skin.
My insides kept burning as if I had been burned. With each breath, it felt like hooks were painfully stabbing my lungs.
Unbearable pain.
This is the limit. This is really the limit now.
To hell with mental strength and everything else.
To hell with the broadcast and everything!
I have to get out. I must get out.
I need to get out to survive.
Just as I was about to throw everything away and run out.
The squad members, their hands trembling, removed their filter canisters and held them out to me.
“I feel like I’m gonna die, fuck!”
“Hurry and put it on!”
“…Kyaaagh!”
Three filter canisters visible through blurry vision.
Seeing that, reason returned for a moment.
Grasping the faintly remaining reason, I moved while shaking.
I flailed my hands to find the dropped filter canister.
Please, please…
Just then, something hard touched the tips of my fingers.
I barely managed to attach the filter canister and return to my spot.
Only then did the instructor open his mouth, seeming satisfied.
“Now, quickly and safely exit the practice room.”
The door opened. Light was visible. Fresh air was felt.
As soon as we came out, we took off our gas masks and collapsed on the spot.
Tears from the eyes,
Saliva from the mouth.
The squad members sprawled beside me all sobbed.
Only after splashing all the water from our canteens on our faces did our rapid breathing calm down.
I asked, raising my voice a little:
“Why, why did you give me your filter canisters?!”
The answer came in unison:
“…Just instinctively.”
“…”
Fools.
These people are real fools.
And I…
At that foolish answer,
I smiled at the camera.
It was a smile that rippled like flower petals.
Personal maintenance time on the second day.
“The platoon leader was really moved by you all. I learned a lot seeing you give up your filter canisters for each other.”
Kang Dahee showed a proud smile.
From behind, Choi Jungseop entered the living quarters carrying a basket.
Inside were our cell phones.
“So for exactly one hour. I’ll allow cell phone use for just one hour. Don’t even think about removing the security stickers on the cameras.”
Smiling, I received my phone and immediately turned it on.
Seeing the screen turn on, curiosity tore through my brain.
I was going crazy wanting to know the results quickly.
Did PD Kim Hwachang pitch the tent?
How did it turn out?
If he didn’t, I’d become a streamer with no concept who spoke rudely about the military.
If he did, I’d become a conceptual streamer with insight who knows the military well.
…Stay calm.
The die has been cast anyway.
There are no middle numbers.
Success, or failure.
It was a die with only 1 and 6, after all.
Suppressing my nervous inner thoughts,
I opened the Naver app.
And then…
The main screen was in an uproar from the start.
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