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

Chapter 177: Martial Arts Competition, Death Training

On the bed in the 7th Steel Company.

Feng Yuxiu was lying on the bed, and the military doctor beside him examined him for a long time.

"It's nothing, just some swollen muscles. Just apply some medicated oil and it'll be fine. But with this kind of impact, his bones aren't damaged at all..."

Having said that, the military doctor looked at Gao Cheng with a strange look.

Gao Cheng smoked a cigarette and waved his hand, "No corporal punishment, just be okay."

The military doctor prescribed some medicine and left.

Gao Cheng stood at the window and looked at the training ground outside.

Behind him, Feng Yuxiu was lying like a corpse.

A group of new recruits dressed in all green came to the training ground, each with a big red flower on his chest.

The veterans on both sides stood upright and applauded to welcome the ceremony.

The new recruits were talking to each other, feeling that the army was a big family filled with happiness and everyone was so friendly.

Even the squad leader and platoon leader are like big brothers.

Suddenly, an old squad leader came from a distance. When he was about twenty meters away from the group of new recruits, he raised his head and pointed at them, cursing, "Throw those rotten cowards away from me! Damn it, throw them away!"

"Stand still, everyone! Who was talking just now? Do a hundred push-ups right here!"

This sudden change of expression taught these naive recruits a lesson.

Gao Cheng suddenly laughed, feeling that all this was so familiar.

"Xu Sanduo, this is the last time I'm going to save you. Don't be so impulsive next time. At least be more restrained in the 702nd Regiment."

Gao Cheng threw away the cigarette butt and turned to look at the corpse on the bed.

Feng Yuxiu squeezed out his voice, "Captain, can I be discharged now?"

Gao Cheng was stunned for a moment, then pulled a stool over and sat in front of Feng Yuxiu. He said expressionlessly, "Not a single soldier from the Seventh Steel Company left on their own accord."

He immediately felt that this statement was inappropriate and added: "You have been selected by Old A."

Feng Yuxiu froze, straining his eyelids to open them. He was a little confused, "Three places..."

Gao Cheng took out another cigarette, lit it, and took a deep breath. "There are three spots, but you're the one who was chosen internally. These damned old A's have noticed you since you saved Shi Jin and Wu Liuyi and killed that thug in the alley."

"Whether you pass or not, you're already a reserve player for Old A."

After saying that, Gao Cheng glanced at Feng Yuxiu, whose head was swollen like a pig, and said, "Have a good rest. I've already told the third company's kitchen staff to bring you food."

After saying that, Gao Cheng walked to the door with a cigarette in his mouth. He paused for a moment and said in a deep voice, "This is the last time."

In the quiet dormitory of Class 3, Feng Yuxiu closed his eyes and his chest began to rise and fall.

Soon, visible heat came out of his body.

"Three days, I hope I can make it through!"

This time the repair lasted longer than before. The three needles completely blocked the tendons and meridians that were opened with great difficulty.

I don’t know how many lines will be opened this time.

Moreover, only three of his seven tendons had reached the compressed state, and the rest were still not under extreme compression.

His explosive power has only been developed to three-sevenths.

“Breathe…exhale…exhale…”

Gradually, Feng Yuxiu's consciousness became illusory.

He saw Xiahou Wu, wearing jeans, standing high on the overpass looking down at him.

"Weng Haisheng, it's over..."

boom!
Feng Yuxiu opened his eyes instantly and gasped for breath.

Weng Haisheng...this is his real name.

I don’t know if there is any trace of my existence in this world.

In the following week, Feng Yuxiu's body became more and more swollen, and the soldiers from the third company who came to deliver food to him were so scared that they dropped their lunch boxes.

"Damn, the giant is gone. Is he dead?" A soldier looked at Feng Yuxiu, who had grown a size bigger, tremblingly.

"No way, he wasn't this swollen yesterday. Why don't you go report to the commander? Don't die here."

The two of them carefully put down their lunch boxes and ran away.

It's so scary. This person has been in such a bad condition for several days, and his condition has been getting worse and worse.

Now he has become a mess.

What a bunch of people.

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"died?"

He Hongtao felt that it was getting dark.

His voice was trembling, and he leaned back on the table with his hands. "Are you two sure? Is it cold?"

Feng Yuxiu is now the favorite of the regiment commander, and the special forces are trying to snatch him away.

The outstanding soldier king in Gao Cheng's mind.

The patient was fine a few days ago, and the military doctor said it was just swelling of the muscles on the surface of the body.

Now you tell me, he is cold?

Devastated by this terrible news, He Hongtao stared at the two soldiers in front of him to confirm again and again.

"It's true. Everyone has turned into a heap. They seem to stink." A soldier said with a pale face.

He Hongtao was silent for a full minute, then turned around and stretched the table. "Got it. You two can go down first."

"How can I explain this? Why did he die?"

He Hongtao felt like the sky was falling.

He took a deep breath and walked to the door of the third company commander's office.

Boom boom boom!
"Come in."

When I pushed the door open, I saw the third company commander sitting on a chair with his legs crossed, smoking a cigarette, and staring leisurely at the training ground outside the window.

"Oh, instructor, you've come at the right time. The company commander of this batch of new recruits is Lao Si, and you have a good relationship with him. Please give us some talented soldiers. We don't need someone as fierce as Xu Sanduo. Someone like Chengcai will be enough."

The third company commander stood up, took out a cigarette and handed it over.

He Hongtao took it blankly and was slightly stunned.

He looked at the smiling face of the third company commander and felt that the next sentence would be a thunderbolt.

But in this weather, if I don’t take care of it, Feng Yuxiu will rot in bed.

"Captain, there's something you need to be mentally prepared for."

He Hongtao took out a match, lit a cigarette, and took a long drag. "Xu Sanduo is dead."

"Xu Sanduo, you know what? This soldier was like a dull donkey when he came out of the recruit company. He was thrown into the fifth squad on the grassland. Unexpectedly... Hmm? Hmm!! Ah?? Who did you say died?"

The third company commander realized it later and suddenly turned his head to stare at He Hongtao.

"Just now, two soldiers from the kitchen squad went to deliver food to the Seventh Steel Company and found Xu Sanduo dead in his bed. He had turned into a heap."

He Hongtao's tone turned sad. "I have to tell you this. This is a very big matter. I'm afraid even the regimental commander can't handle it. Even... the brigade commander will be held accountable."

"Xu Sanduo is dead."

Now the third company commander understood and heard it clearly.

His expression changed from relaxed to quiet.

No one's expression has ever been described as quiet, but at this moment the third company commander was very quiet.

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The phone rang in the reconnaissance camp.

The person who answered the phone was Shi Jin. Recently, the training tasks in the reconnaissance battalion have become complicated. He was transferred here from the 7th Steel Company, but he was filled with pressure.

"That one?"

The third company commander was silent for three seconds. "The commander of the 702nd Regiment's Red Third Company is great."

Shi Jin stood up straight abruptly. "Third Company Commander, I... Shi Jin, are you looking for our battalion commander?"

The third company commander took a deep breath and said, "Xu Sanduo is dead."

"Who?" At this moment, Shi Jin fell into a moment of standby state.

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Vehicles rumbled into the gate of the 7th Steel Company.

Gao Cheng almost fell to the ground when he got out of the car. His face turned numb and he pushed away the soldier who was supporting him and rushed towards the dormitory building.

"Deputy Battalion Commander Gao, I'm afraid we have to wait for the forensic doctor to arrive. We don't know how the person died now." The third company commander hurriedly stopped Gao Cheng.

"Get lost! Go to hell, Third Brother! Damn it! I handed the person over to you, and you killed him! Fuck!"

Gao Cheng raised his foot and kicked.

The third company commander was kicked in the stomach, but his expression didn't change at all. He continued to hold Gao Cheng, "Don't go up there. When the medical examiner comes, we'll know how the person died, right?"

Gao Cheng's anger continued.

The first person he thought of was Old A.

Apart from a fight with Old A's veteran soldiers, Feng Yuxiu suffered no physical injuries.

In other words, this fight caused Feng Yuxiu's direct death.

"The leader is here."

Wang Qingrui's eyes could kill a person, and everyone quickly made way for him.

He walked quickly up the dormitory stairs.

Seeing this, Gao Cheng and the others hurriedly followed.

At this moment, everyone's mood became extremely heavy.

Such an excellent warrior, such an excellent military king.

He suddenly died here, on the ruins of the 7th Steel Company, which he had guarded for more than two years.

Wang Qingrui suddenly felt a little regretful, and Gao Cheng's shout rang in his ears.

"Such an excellent soldier cannot be dragged to death by the ruins of the 7th Steel Company."

The sound continued to be deafening.

Heavy footsteps gradually went up to the third floor.

"Hey, hello, Captain!"

Feng Yuxiu squatted on the ground in astonishment, holding his lunch box and looking at the huge group of people.

His body had swollen rapidly an hour ago, and the stench on his body forced him to get up and take a shower.

Except for some bruises on the face, he has almost recovered.

I hadn't had a decent meal for several days. I happened to see the lunch box on the table, so I couldn't wait to pick it up and squat in the corridor to eat it in big mouthfuls.

The whole room was so smelly that people who didn't know him would think he was dead and rotting. Wang Qingrui's lips trembled. He was concentrating on

He stared at Feng Yuxiu for a long time, then turned to look at the third company commander.

The third company commander's face turned pale instantly, and his whole body began to tremble slightly.

His eyes were murderous, staring at He Hongtao intently.

He Hongtao felt like the sky had fallen. He had confirmed it several times with the two kitchen staffs.

After getting the answer, I informed the company commander.

Wang Qingrui sneered and turned away.

The third company commander's lips trembled. "Seventh Brother, we two brothers..."

"Call me Chief!" Gao Cheng sneered with a straight face.

After saying that, he turned and left.

The third company commander leaned against the wall with a deathly pale face and sighed.

A group of white coats came up from downstairs. The forensic doctor was stunned. "Where is the body?"

Feng Yuxiu wondered if he was dreaming. He couldn't understand how such changes could happen in such a short corridor.

What does the regimental commander mean by a sneer? What does the company commander mean by a taunt?
Especially the third company commander and the instructor, they looked at him sideways with almost despair.

Feng Yuxiu thought for a moment, then lowered his head to look at the lunch box in his hand. "Would you like to eat, Commanders?"

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Obviously, the two frightened soldiers in the kitchen were in big trouble.

They were transferred from the kitchen squad and gloriously joined the granary guarding squad next to Grassland Squad 5.

At the same time, the Red Third Company entered the regiment's training plan and began its one-month emergency training mission.

Instructor He Hongtao no longer dared to look directly into the eyes of the third company commander.

The lesson they learned this time made them realize that intelligence cannot be obtained by relying on others' transmission. It must be witnessed personally and even confirmed repeatedly before it can be recognized.

Their negligence this time was that they did not pay enough attention to the intelligence, which led them to believe the words conveyed by the two soldiers in the kitchen squad.

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late at night.

Feng Yuxiu was hanging upside down on the wall of Class 3, his hands supporting the ground, his legs twitching and shaking constantly.

The tendons in the body are like earthworms constantly swimming.

Boom! Boom!

The bones in his body made rhythmic crisp sounds.

A palm-sized mass of air was moving on the surface of his bare upper body's abdominal cavity, and Feng Yuxiu's face suddenly turned red.

All the capillaries on his face burst out.

Feng Yuxiu's face became more and more unbearable. He closed his eyes and squeezed his sphincter hard.

Bang!
A long and dense fart burst out like the fuel of a rocket propeller in an instant.

In martial arts, this is called stagnant qi.

"Finally released... relieved."

Feng Yuxiu stood up, wiped his body, and stood in front of the window looking at the training ground in the dark.

After all these years... I'm still alone.

"There's still some damage. My tendons and meridians have finally been repaired, but if I want to regain my full explosive power, I still need to train later."

“The next step is to get on the right track.”

Grappling, weapons, leg techniques, boxing, and internal strength.

Among these things, he was only far from sufficient in weapons, if the sword master in his previous life had not been careless at the beginning.

He was doomed to die, but the weapons could be put aside for now.

From the fights with the Sixth Company and this time with Old A, he discovered that the reason for his failure was his own mistakes.

Southern boxing and northern leg techniques.

So far, this body of his has not been better at mastering these two fighting techniques.

The seven major styles of Chinese martial arts are Shaolin, Wudang, Emei, Southern Fist, Tai Chi, Xingyi, and Bagua.

His major subjects were the Southern Shaolin King Kong Ape Arm Fist and the Northern Tan Leg.

Now his physical fitness is able to adapt to the practice of these two techniques.

Feng Yuxiu turned over and lay on the bed and soon fell asleep.

For the next three days, no one disturbed him except when he went to the Third Company cafeteria to eat.

But he found that when the third company commander looked at him, there was such a strong resentment in his eyes.

Feng Yuxiu was stunned for a moment, thinking that he hadn't offended the Third Company Commander. He didn't know where this resentment came from.

On the sixth day, Bai Ganshi found him.

Seeing Bai Ganshi, Feng Yuxiu stopped practicing his punches and kicks, "What are you going to ask me to do again?"

Hearing the dissatisfaction in Feng Yuxiu's tone, Officer Bai laughed, "Nothing much, it's just that the regiment commander plans to have you represent the 7th Steel Company in a five-day competition assessment, similar to the one Old A took."

Feng Yuxiu frowned, "Mandatory?"

"Yes, representing the Seventh Steel Company."

Feng Yuxiu suddenly sneered. He quickly stepped forward and grasped the company flag's hoist. "This flag is all that's left of the 7th Steel Company. There's no one left. Orders are orders. Don't try to give me any more so-called glory."

Bai Ganshi never expected that the soldier in front of him would think this way.

"I owe nothing to the Seventh Steel Company."

This was Feng Yuxiu's second sentence, but his words made Bai Ganshi take a deep breath.

"Understood. Let's set off in three days. The Nanjing Group Army Jingwu Competition."

"The leader said that not many people signed up for this round. You just finished taking Old A's assessment, so don't push yourself. If you feel like you can't go on, you can give up."

Feng Yuxiu said expressionlessly, "I will."

“…” Gan Shi Bai shook his head and turned to leave.

But at the same time, he could understand it. This soldier had guarded the ruins of the 7th Steel Company for more than two years, which was enough.

For the entire regiment, for the 7th Steel Company.

No one blames him, and the fact that he didn't become the second Ma shows his absolute discipline.

No one person can do it.

Feng Yuxiu was silent for a long time. When did he get used to the feeling of being controlled by others?
The army really instills the concept of obedience into everyone subtly.

but……

"Old A is no better than that."

He no longer had any thoughts about Old A. Now both his Southern Fist and Northern Leg needed time to be polished.

In his previous life, it took him eight years to build up this foundation in martial arts. This country boy's body indeed harbors a potential explosive power.

Unless Xiahou Wu is killed, his nightmare cannot be eliminated.

As for Lu Xuanxin...Hong Kong Royal Police.

"There's some trouble."

Three days passed quickly.

When he was about to leave, Wu Liuyi came to the 7th Steel Company on crutches.

"When were you discharged from the hospital?" Feng Yuxiu smiled.

There are not many people in the army to whom he can open his heart, and Wu Liuyi, who has experienced life and death, can barely be considered one of them.

This person values ​​friendship and loyalty.

Wu Liuyi was carrying a large bag and bared his teeth. "Boy, I heard you're going to represent our group in the Jingwu competition again? This thing is terrifying. Several people died in the Jingwu competition last time."

Feng Yuxiu didn't respond, but instead stared at the large bag on the ground, "What is this?"

"Oh, these are some food and drinks. The last assessment by Old A was too torturous. Take them with you on the way. Xu Sanduo, you don't owe anyone anything, so this time, Jingwu..."

Wu Liuyi paused, looked around to see that there was no one around, and lowered his voice to say something that was out of character.

"If you can give up, then give up. The group doesn't need such a reward. If Old A can't make it anymore, I'll come back to our group. You have to pick me up when the time comes."

As he said that, he punched Feng Yuxiu on the shoulder.

Feng Yuxiu was stunned. He understood that Wu Liuyi was afraid that he would leave the army.

That's why it's so sensational.

"Alright, alright, I've given you the stuff. I still have to report back to the Mechanized Infantry Company, so I have to say goodbye anyway."

Wu Liuyi limped over with the help of a cane, leaving only his back to Feng Yuxiu.

Looking at the large and small packages on the ground, Feng Yuxiu fell silent.

Does a man like him deserve comradeship?
He is a natural villain, and the murderer who was shot dead also received this gift.

"Maybe... this world isn't so dark and terrible. Maybe..."

But he still believed it was bad.

most.

A large truck carrying the people from the 702nd Regiment who were participating in the Jingwu Military Training stopped in front of the dormitory of the th Steel Company.

He is the last one.

Feng Yuxiu carried the package on his back, picked up the things given by his comrades and climbed into the car.

The car roared out of the gate of the 702nd Regiment.

Ten minutes later, Gan Xiaoning, Ma Xiaoshuai and Bai Tiejun came running over.

"Fuck, I told you to hurry up, but you still couldn't catch up! The person is gone!" Gan Xiaoning shouted angrily.

Bai Tiejun lowered his head. "Can you blame me for this? How would I know that the patrol was wandering around in the middle of the day?"

Ma Xiaoshuai hurriedly tried to smooth things over, "Alright, two squad leaders, the person has left now. I hope he returns safely. A martial arts competition...it's terrifying just thinking about it."

Gan Xiaoning sighed and stared blankly into the distance, "Yeah... the Jingwu competition... the only military competition in peacetime with a high probability of death."

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The car went over the hills and turned along the rugged mountain road.

Headed towards the train station.

This time I ran farther.

A certain group military region in Nanjing.

The Jingwu competition began in March 1999.

It is also known as the Death Laren.

(End of this chapter)