A generation of soldiers begins with Feng Yuxiu traveling through time and space with Xu Sanduo

Chapter 158 The Modern Bruce Lee?
The morning mist had not yet dissipated, and the camouflaged Warrior off-road vehicle rolled over the gravel road at the edge of the playground.

The unfamiliar wolf head logo on the car body was faintly visible in the mist. The two recruits on duty subconsciously straightened their backs, but their peripheral eyes were glued to the tactical modification parts they had never seen before - the welding marks of the explosion-proof grille still glowed with the silver light of fresh welding, and the detachable weapon rack on the roof was covered with waterproof cloth.

The rubber seal hissed softly as the window rolled down. Tieluo took off his sunglasses and tucked them onto the collar of his training uniform, revealing the sharp wrinkles at the corners of his eyes.

The gold stars on his epaulettes danced in the morning light, and the two recruits' salutes suddenly became stiff - they finally saw clearly that the embroidery on each other's armbands was not on conventional unit numbers, but on some abstract tactical symbols.

The car stopped beside the two of them, and a voice came from inside, "Where is the regimental headquarters?"

"Turn right and walk east for a hundred meters at the end."

"Thank you."

After the roar of the engine faded away, the corporal on duty touched the armored unit badge on his collar and asked, "What unit do you say you are from? Why haven't I seen it before?"

Before he could finish his words, his companion elbowed him in the ribs.

The sound of morning exercises could be heard faintly in the morning mist, mixed with the sound of diesel engines preheating from the direction of the armored vehicle yard, like some kind of uneasy prophecy.

In the group leader's office, Wang Qingrui's fingertips were hovering above an ID photo.

The young man in the photo was smiling with his white teeth, and his cheekbones were covered with oil paint from tactical drills.

The door hinges creaked with an old sound.

Tielu walked to the sand table, and the mud spots on his combat boots fell on the floor that had just been wiped yesterday.

Wang Qingrui didn't look up and pressed the paperweight onto the file bag. The cast iron tank model made a dull sound.

"I've reviewed the footage of you leading the troops in the exercise," Tieluo suddenly said, his finger tracing the blue magnetic spikes representing the armored clusters on the sand table. "During the Zhurihe confrontation last year, you used two mechanized infantry companies as bait and used the self-propelled artillery group to create a time difference—that's not like the style of the Armored Forces Staff."

Wang Qingrui finally raised his eyes from the pile of documents.

The sunlight slanted in through the window, gilding half of his body while casting the other half in shadow.

He saw the frayed elbows of the railway training uniforms and the scabbed abrasions on the opponent's knuckles - these were real injuries from the training ground.

"The person you want." Wang Qingrui suddenly grabbed the top file bag, tore it open, and pulled out the personnel file inside.

"This soldier is not so sensitive to the dark."

The railway smiled.

The draught of air caused by his turning around lifted the curtains, and the sound of gunfire coming from the shooting range in the distance became clearer.

"Night vision goggles aren't just for show. I want soldiers who can keep their bearings in complete darkness." He tapped his temple. "Here's the compass."

"During the flood two years ago," Wang Qingrui suddenly said, "this soldier spent six hours in the water evacuating people. The medic said his temperature was too low to measure, and he was holding a crying baby in his arms."

The captain's fingers unconsciously rubbed the corners of the file bag. "Are you going to bring him into this shady mission?"

Railway put down the telescope.

He recalled the scene he saw when crossing the grassland in the early morning. The morning star hung at the end of the dry grass, and the fluorescent light of the four-wheel drive vehicle's dashboard reflected the battle map.

At that moment, he suddenly understood why his old comrades said that the 702nd Regiment was a tough nut to crack, and that the land here would seep rust into the bones of the soldiers.

"Five years ago at the border," the trainer's uniform rustled softly as he turned around. "One of my soldiers was a transfer from armored personnel. He stayed in the burning freight car for ten more seconds, just to check for survivors."

The colonel's voice suddenly grew rough. "Later, we found this sentence in his burnt notebook: 'Soldiers should remember those who have warmed you.'"

Wang Qingrui's Adam's apple moved.

The sycamore tree outside the window was shedding its last dead leaf of the year, which swirled across the tall camouflage netting in the parking lot.

Tielu took out a tactical tablet from his chest pocket, and the unlocked screen showed a night infrared image. A figure was moving through a completely dark warehouse, accurately avoiding obstacles with each turn.

When the image zoomed in on the man's profile, Wang Qingrui heard the crisp sound of his knuckles clenching.

"During a nighttime psychological stress test, he spent eight hours in a closed environment," the railway voice said, like a weather forecast. "Monitoring showed he maintained a tactical breathing rhythm throughout, even beginning simulated obstacle clearing operations in the third hour."

"Or are your soldiers incapable of doing so? Are the soldiers of the 702nd Regiment afraid?"

"The true sword of a nation lies between life and death."

The office suddenly fell silent.

The sound of marching footsteps came from downstairs, and the shouts of young soldiers made the glass windows buzz.

Wang Qingrui walked to the filing cabinet. The moment the door opened, he saw the top shelf filled with neatly stacked yellowed training logs—the cover was marked with "Steel Company 7" in red pen.

"Twenty-three," the captain said suddenly, pulling out a journal and flipping it open. "You want too many people."

Tieluo's eyes swept across the yellowed photo on the wall.

In the photo, the young Wang Qingrui is standing on the turret of a Type 59 tank, with yellow sand filling the sky behind him.

He suddenly realized that all the clocks in the office were five minutes ahead of standard time - it was the armored soldiers' habit to always leave room for emergencies.

Further away, three Type 96 tanks covered with camouflage nets were slowly driving out of the bunker. As the turrets rotated, sunlight flowed like a river on the smoothbore gun barrels.

Wang Qingrui suddenly raised his head and said with an unquestionable attitude: "Well, speaking of which, there are a few soldiers I absolutely will not give."

Tielu laughed, with a meaningful determination: "Well, then I'll say it first. There are a few soldiers, and I'm here for them."

Wang Qingrui sneered, "Great! Are you trying to pressure me with the divisional order?"

Railway smiled at Wang Qingrui's aggressive expression and dragged his teapot over to take a sip.

"Don't be angry yet," Tielu tapped the resume held down by the paperweight. "Those people you treat like treasures might not even be qualified in my eyes."

Wang Qingrui nodded in agreement and laughed at the order. "Right, right. What's suitable for armored soldiers may not necessarily be suitable for special forces."

Tieluo waved his hand, undeceived. "Don't rush to move. A good soldier is a good soldier, regardless of military service. I just want to tell you that I'm not here to snatch you away with a rope... How about that? I just hope you and I can be fair. I'll see them on the grassland training ground west of your regiment in three months."

He tapped the stack of resumes again.

Wang Qingrui also looked at the pile of resumes, feeling a little depressed. "You will see them. Fairness between you and me is a small matter, but we must be fair to them."

"Old friend, the fittest will always survive. I will return most of your soldiers to you."

Wang Qingrui stood up, expressionless, "No thanks."

The door was closed from the outside.

Wang Qingrui smoked a cigarette, letting the smoke cover his haggard face.

The top soldiers trained by grassroots troops can never be retained. They will be transferred at various angles, either horizontally or for promotion.

Wang Qingrui turned around and pulled out one of the files again.

A black and white photo of Feng Yuxiu was pasted on it, with determination and seriousness.

He originally wanted to keep this soldier in the 702nd Regiment and assign him to the th Steel Company. He even planned to send this soldier to military school, so that he would be a company commander when he graduated.

The 7th Steel Company will be reborn from the ruins.

The symbolic meaning of this company's flag was like an indestructible blade that pierced through the thick shield of the 702nd Regiment.

boom!
A crisp cracking sound was heard in the commander's office. It was the sound of Wang Qingrui smashing the ashtray to the ground.

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In Grassland Class 5, Chengcai received the advance order.

The soldiers selected by the railway have begun to prepare. Who doesn’t want to join the special forces?

What's more, Old A is an elite ace soldier in the special forces.

In the last exercise, during the red-blue confrontation, that sniper shot shattered Chengcai's dream.

His arrogance was so ridiculous in front of the special forces. He was killed without anyone seeing the shot.

Now, after receiving the order, Chengcai showed his brilliance for the first time. That was his last chance to turn things around after being buried in this grassland.

As long as he is selected into the special forces, his life will change!

So Chengcai wiped his Type 81 rifle proudly.

"Squad leader, why did you break up with Captain Gao? It would be much better for you to stay in the Seventh Company. I heard that the squad leader of the Seventh Company, Shi Jin, has now become a platoon leader. With your ability, you will soon become a platoon leader if you stay."

Xue Lin knew that he had a good relationship with Chengcai, so he walked up and spoke softly.

Chengcai looked at him calmly, "Captain Gao? He earned that qualification himself, and he has a good relationship with the regimental commander. I would have no future if I stayed in the Seventh Company. So many excellent soldiers will retire sooner or later. It's a good thing I left, otherwise, I, your squad leader, might have been assigned to raise pigs."

Chengcai understood a truth at this time: people like Bai Tiejun had a good relationship with Gao Cheng.

His relationship with Gao Cheng was just that. Although he was valued, he felt that it was impossible for this relationship to help him rise to the top.

But Xue Lin was stunned and began to look Chengcai up and down.

Chengcai felt uncomfortable being looked at like that, and he scolded with a cold face, "What are you looking at?"

"Squad leader, you really don't know? No wonder they say the soldiers of the Seventh Company are united. Have you ever offended the soldiers of the Seventh Steel Company?"

Xue Lin walked around Chengcai with a look of surprise on his face.

Looking at the short soldier in front of him, Chengcai became more and more dissatisfied. "If you have something to say, just say it. Don't be so mysterious all the time."

Xue Lin forced himself to suppress a smile. "Squad leader, you know Gao Cheng, the commander of the 7th Steel Company, right? But no one told you who his father is? He's the top commander of our army."

Rumble!
In just a moment, Chengcai's face turned pale, and all the strength seemed to be drained from his body. He staggered back a few steps.

"What did you say? Captain Gao's father is a corps commander? Why didn't anyone tell me?"

Xue Lin looked at Chengcai who had lost his composure with a look of pity.

It seems that this squad leader's connections in the Seventh Company are really not that good.

Chengcai's whole body began to tremble, and he lost his composure. He leaned against the earth wall and stared blankly at the grassland in the distance.

"His father... If I hadn't left the Seventh Steel Company..."

Chengcai closed his eyes in pain. At the dinner after the Red and Blue Army confrontation exercise, Gao Cheng extended an olive branch to him, but unfortunately he refused.

He became the first soldier to change jobs in the 57-year history of the 7th Steel Company.

That glass of wine severed his friendship with the 7th Steel Company.

Xue Lin shook his head, turned and walked in.

It turns out that it’s really not that good. Everyone in the 7th Steel Company knows who Gao Cheng’s father is.

But no one told Chengcai.

The relationship he was proud of, which he maintained with cigarettes bought with his allowance, was so shallow.

"Xu Sanduo!! Xu Sanduo must know! Why didn't he tell me? If he had told me, I would definitely stay in the Seventh Company!"

Chengcai stood up angrily, "He did it on purpose. He watched me leave the Seventh Company on purpose."

"I must join the Special Forces! I must!"

The determination in Chengcai's eyes seemed to be able to melt the barrenness of the grassland.

This is his only way out and his last way out.

Otherwise, a soldier like him who betrayed the 702th Steel Company and stayed in the nd Regiment would inevitably end up like the next Lao Ma.

Discharged! Returned to Xiarongshu Village.

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late at night.

Feng Yuxiu sat cross-legged, staring intently at the darkness in front of him.

After half a year, his internal skills finally reached a bottleneck, and he felt a blockage between breathing.

An obscure mass of air emerged in the abdominal cavity. Tonight was the time for his breakthrough. His seven tendons and eight meridians finally began to converge, forming a systematic circulation channel.

"The second level of 'Dan Qi Jiang Shui'. I hope the old man doesn't hide his weakness for this mental method, otherwise..."

He must start to break through, otherwise the air mass in his abdominal cavity will form a blocking Danshi. Over time, he will suffer from tracheal hardening and muscle stiffness throughout his body.

Feng Yuxiu sat cross-legged on the cement floor, his five hearts facing the sky and his back as straight as a pine tree.

When the tongue touches the upper palate, saliva gradually forms. With 36 light taps of the teeth together, it feels as if a piece of warm jade is held between the lips. As the nose breathes in and out, the Tanzhong acupoint rises and falls slightly. When inhaling, it's like a deep pool absorbing a stream, the qi sinking into the Dantian, and the abdomen rumbles with a gentle tremor of thunder.

When you exhale, it is like a spring silkworm spinning silk, and the turbid air comes out from the Yongquan acupoint through the ground.

The mind goes down along the Ren channel, and the coccyx trembles slightly when passing the perineum. The Du channel climbs up along the spine step by step. When it reaches the Yuzhenguan, the back of the head feels like ants crawling, the Baihui point beats violently, and a thin layer of sweat appears on the forehead.

Use your mind to lead the Qi and circulate it according to the small circulation.

Every time you pass an acupoint, the meridians are like a spring stream breaking through the ice. At first, they are stagnant, but after three turns, they gradually become surging.

The Dan Zhong point suddenly opens, and a vortex of qi is generated between the two breasts. The belt meridian is like a ring with no end, and the twelve main meridians are connected in sequence.

At this time, I heard the sound of tides rising in my body, and a bright light seemed to appear in front of my eyes. My whole body felt like it was immersed in a hot spring, and white steam was rising from my pores.

"The Dan Qi flows backwards, and the eight meridians reverse." He silently recited the secret formula passed down by his master, and suddenly opened his mouth to swallow the cold air.

The Danzhong point was beating like a war drum, and the heat flowing out of the Baihui point condensed into icy spikes at the ends of the hair.

The footsteps of the sentries changing shifts in the distance were so clear that one could even make out the anti-slip grooves on the soles of their combat boots.

"call……"

Feng Yuxiu slowly opened his eyelids, and a breath of turbid air spurted out of his mouth.

"It's damn hard to remember. In my previous life, I neglected my internal energy techniques, which caused my Qi channels to become blocked and my skin and flesh to become blocked. Now, I don't need to scrub with coarse salt anymore."

"Next is the external skills. We must strike while the iron is hot and forge and solidify the external skills."

Feng Yuxiu stepped back, took off his clothes and stood in the three-body stance, his toes gripping the ground like a crouching tiger, his spine straight like a soaring dragon. After half an incense stick of time, his legs trembled like a sieve and beads of sweat fell to the ground in eight petals.

Then they practiced the twelve Yi Jin exercises. When Wei Tuo presented the pestle, he raised his arms horizontally as if carrying a mountain, pulled the tails of nine oxen backwards, united his waist and horse, and his spine made the sound of a taut bowstring.

Finally, he did a hundred squats in the boulder lock position, coordinating each rise and fall with reverse abdominal breathing. His back muscles undulated like waves, and the veins on his temples appeared like a dragon.

"The Twelve Yijinjing of Southern Shaolin, seven tendons and eight meridians, combined into one!"

Click, click, click!

As he trembled, the dragon veins on Feng Yuxiu's darkened skin throbbed and bulged.

When performing the seventh move of Yi Jin Jing, "Nine Ghosts Drawing the Sabre", the entire spine suddenly arched in an arc.

A stream of scorching hot air burst out from the Dazhui acupoint, instantly evaporating the frost on the back.

The chill of winter rushed in from the window, forming a cold wave that surrounded Feng Yuxiu's naked body.

Click, click, click!

The collision between the periosteums made a crisp sound, and Feng Yuxiu's muscles and bones began to bend, and the brittle bones were deformed by the stress of the whole body.

An extremely unbearable expression appeared on his face, and his whole body began to shrink into a ball.

All joints twist in the opposite direction of humans.

The ten fingers that had old fracture scars were shaking constantly, the breath between the periosteum penetrated the subcutaneous layer, and the sweat dispelled the cold.

Gradually, Feng Yuxiu's old fractures began to repair, and this repair would take at least two months to fully recover to its original state.

It is normal for people who practice martial arts to have scars all over their bodies.

But a master of the generation will always restore the constant damage to his body to the best condition.

Grandmaster-level martial artists have stronger repair abilities than ordinary people.

This is also why a warrior can confidently shout in front of a hundred people: I will beat ten of them!
No one came to the 7th Steel Company for the next week.

Feng Yuxiu had plenty of time to consolidate his newly broken through internal and external skills.

But this silence did not last long.

"Let me be a prosecutor? What are you looking at?" Feng Yuxiu asked with a frown, looking at the Bai cadre from the regiment headquarters.

Officer Bai laughed and said, "Everyone is preparing for the training assessment. You'd be bored anyway..."

"I'm not bored, I'm fine." Feng Yuxiu corrected.

Officer Bai paused and continued with the regiment's order, "The regiment commander is considering you, so he's asking you to be an inspector. The formal assessment will begin tomorrow, and you'll be taking notes."

Feng Yuxiu turned around and glanced at the empty company headquarters.

"I've brought the order. Remember to go to the regimental training ground at six o'clock tomorrow morning."

After saying this, Director Bai looked around the empty Seventh Company, which was so deserted that not even a mouse was there, then turned around and went downstairs.

There was no popularity here, and a trace of admiration appeared in his heart.

A soldier has been here for a year, and he feels ashamed of his mentality.

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The military decathlon in the military arena is in full swing.

On the field, the fully armed Wu Liuyi jumped high, but failed to hold the dangling rope at hand and fell heavily to the ground.

The fall was quite severe, and Wu Liuyi shook his head before he came to his senses. The cheers that were so close to him also became very distant.

Feng Yuxiu stood at the edge, wearing his armband and staring at the stragglers of the former Steel 7th Company in the distance.

They directly pulled away a large number of other companies, and the most desperate among them was Bai Tiejun.

Feng Yuxiu frowned. He knew that Bai Tiejun and Gan Xiaoning had gone to Xiarongshu.

Could it be that something happened under the banyan tree that stimulated him?

But...why is Wu Liuyi in this state? He's already made multiple mistakes today.

He walked over and stood beside Wu Liuyi who was rubbing his legs.

"Go away." Wu Liuyi climbed up with a sullen face.

"Has your old injury relapsed?" Feng Yuxiu asked Wu Liuyi who was enduring the pain.

"This is none of your business, but you..."

"I told you, I'm fine!"

The few participating soldiers in front have already climbed the obstacle wall neatly.

Wu Liuyi stood up, a little shaky, and began to run faster, climbing over the obstacle wall, and then fell heavily to the ground again.

Wu Liuyi gritted his teeth and rushed forward, ran to the shooting position, raised his rifle, lay on the ground and started shooting.

However, the accuracy is somewhat unsatisfactory, and it has dropped to a lower level.

The publicity vehicle announced the results: "Group Army Military Decathlon, 400-meter obstacle course: First place, K Division A Regiment, Huang Yaohui; Second place, T Division D Regiment, Liu Honghai..."

Wu Liuyi did not get first place.

The title of the best physical soldier in the 7th Steel Company was also ruthlessly stripped away.

Feng Yuxiu was wandering around on the edge.

They said he was going to be a prosecutor, but in fact he just came here to join the crowd and relax.

"A group of scattered soldiers. The only soldier from the 7th Steel Company is standing at the edge as an observer. Who told you to stand there?"

Gao Cheng hadn't known when he found his way behind Feng Yuxiu and questioned him with a frown.

Feng Yuxiu turned around and saluted.

"Okay, okay, who are you pretending for?" Gao Cheng said with a look of disgust.

Feng Yuxiu smiled and said, "Company Commander, it was the regiment commander who asked me to stand here and relax."

"Relaxing?" Gao Cheng took two steps and stood in front of Feng Yuxiu, staring into his eyes. "The only promising talent from the 7th Steel Company, standing here to relax?"

Feng Yuxiu was stunned. "What do you mean, Captain?"

"Go, show your skills. There are still people in the 7th Steel Company. Not all of them are dead!" Gao Cheng shouted, pointing at the Ten Perfect Project.

Feng Yuxiu glanced back and said, "Captain, I'm not on the list. It's meaningless."

He has no intention of getting involved in anything that has no meaningful benefit.

What's the point of sticking your head out here? There's no benefit at all, and it'll just be a lifetime of sweat.

"Meaning? Xu Sanduo, doesn't the flag of the 7th Steel Company have any meaning? The spirit of the 7th Steel Company..."

As Gao Cheng spoke, his voice gradually became softer.

Feng Yuxiu walked up to him with a stern face when he said the first sentence.

He couldn't stand the company commander's nagging and preaching.

How come after becoming the deputy battalion commander, he becomes so nagging and likes to preach?

Is it true that when officials reach a certain level, they start to educate people without any guidance?

"Come here!" Gao Cheng walked forward and pointed at several non-commissioned officers who were taking notes.

"Write it down: Xu Sanduo of the 7th Steel Company."

The sergeant looked at Gao Cheng's epaulettes and stood up straight. "Yes, Commander, which platoon and squad are you from?"

"There's no platoon or squad. He represents the entire 7th Steel Company in this assessment."

Gao Cheng’s concern is the 7th Steel Company, which is now half-dead and lying in ruins.

He wanted everyone to watch, even if there was only one person left in the 7th Steel Company.

He can also suppress the king of soldiers of the entire 702nd Regiment!

Suddenly, the scattered soldiers of the 7th Steel Company seemed to be moved and gathered together.

Because only Feng Yuxiu is qualified to wear the medal of the 7th Steel Company!

Gao Cheng narrowed his eyes, with tears in the corners of his eyes.

His company hasn't disbanded yet! There are still people! A soldier king who can clear out the entire company!

"Prepare!"

Feng Yuxiu felt particularly relaxed standing in front of the 100-meter steeplechase.

"Xu Sanduo, take this seriously!"

Looking at Feng Yuxiu's sloppy standing posture, Gao Cheng shouted angrily.

Wu Liuyi, Ma Xiaoshuai, Gan Xiaoning, and even Hong Xingguo who came from afar were all looking at the soldier.

The flag of the 7th Steel Company fluttered in the wind, raising Tracer.

"This soldier is standing like this, not in a ready position. What is he planning to do? Is he embarrassing himself?"

"Fuck, brother, where are you from? Don't you know who he is? Xu Sanduo, the great man from the 702nd Regiment. You, me, and your entire company might not be able to beat him."

"That's impossible! I just transferred from another regiment. How can there be such a fierce soldier in the army? Is he a modern-day Wu Song?"

"No." The sergeant's eyes reflected Feng Yuxiu's figure, and he spoke slowly and solemnly, "The modern Bruce Lee."

"start!"

"boom!"

The next second, Feng Yuxiu's eyes were sinister, and his internal energy drove the tendons and veins throughout his body. His muscles reached their peak, and he shot out at a low altitude in an instant.

Like a jaguar at its peak!
"My day!"

Everyone stared blankly at the dusty passage. He was like a 40mm artillery shell that penetrated the dust and hit the finish line.

"Count!" Gao Cheng's shock echoed at the same time as the voice.

The sergeant holding the stopwatch lowered his head and his pupils shrank.

"6.5 seconds!"

The huge training ground fell into dead silence, with only the flags fluttering in the strong wind.

(End of this chapter)