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

Chapter 247 What I Want is Your Choice That Transcends the Rules
As soon as they returned to the dormitory building, Qi Huan, Wu Zhe, and Wu Liuyi's eyes immediately reddened, and they stared intently at Feng Yuxiu with excitement and concern.

Feng Yuxiu, unable to withstand the intense gaze, turned around expressionlessly, intending to slip away quietly through the side door.

"Hold him!" Qi Huan suddenly shouted, pointing at Feng Yuxiu.

The three of them then screamed and rushed towards him like a surging wave.

Upon seeing this, Feng Yuxiu turned and ran without hesitation.

"Kid, you've kept us on the edge of our seats all this time. Today, I'm going to teach you a lesson you won't forget!" Qi Huan shouted as he chased after him with all his might.

However, after a short chase, the three gradually realized a rather serious problem: they simply couldn't keep up with the guy's speed.

Wu Zhe was already panting heavily, while Feng Yuxiu was still jumping around smugly not far away.

"Stop chasing him. This guy isn't even human. Our stamina is no match for his." Wu Zhe immediately gave up the idea of ​​"ringing the bell" for Feng Yuxiu.

Qi Huan sighed helplessly and muttered, "This kid, does he have eight kidneys? His stamina is like a donkey's, he never gets tired no matter how much he runs."

-

Inside the dormitory, Feng Yuxiu was intently studying the materials in his hands.

Qi Huan lay on the bed, bored and casually asked, "You really only went to watch the flag-raising ceremony once? I've never been before."

"Hmm." Feng Yuxiu responded, his gaze never leaving the data and descriptions on the document.

Looking at the 30% casualty rate displayed on the screen in international competitions, a chill ran down his spine.

These are terrifying numbers; every match represents immense danger and sacrifice.

However, he also knew that if he achieved excellent results in such a competition, he would receive an unparalleled honor no less than a first-class merit.

In fact, Chinese athletes rarely win championships in these types of competitions.

One reason is the unfamiliar environment; they are not used to the local environment and find it difficult to perform at their best.
On the other hand, the terrain and tasks in the game are often unexpected, full of uncertainty and challenges.

Those who persevere to the end are all covered in wounds, and some may even be left with disabilities.

Qi Huan suddenly sat up in bed, staring at Feng Yuxiu's back, and slowly said, "You've never been one to read quietly, but I know I shouldn't ask what I shouldn't ask, and I shouldn't say what I shouldn't say. But I guess you're looking at materials on the Survival and Assault Competition. I'll say it now so it won't be considered trying to extract information from you."

"The captain didn't tell me, which means I don't have a spot in this competition," Feng Yuxiu said calmly.

“That’s right, you guessed correctly.” Qi Huan nodded and continued, “I’ve been counting down the days, and I know the competition is almost here. I also know that this time it’s our military region’s turn to send someone. Xu Sanduo, do you know? I’ve been waiting for this competition for several years. It’s the pinnacle of our infantry’s honor. If you can get a ranking in this competition, then you’ll be one of the best infantrymen in the world.”

“However, this competition is also very dangerous, and I could lose my life. It’s not that I’m afraid of dying, it’s just that I’m afraid of bringing shame to China.” Qi Huan’s tone revealed a hint of worry.

Feng Yu closed the documents and slowly turned to look at Qi Huan.

Qi Huan smiled and continued, "Don't look at me like that. I was thinking about it too. If I wasn't notified to participate, who else would be notified? I thought you would be included, and I was right. I also thought Wu Zhe should have a chance, since that kid has a talent for languages. I guessed the remaining spot should be mine, but now it seems it's not."

"There aren't many people in Old A who are better than me, but I really don't know who it is that the captain would specifically leave an empty spot for.

Qi Huan's tone carried a hint of regret and melancholy, "Xu Sanduo, I've thought about it. My combat experience is richer than yours, but your stamina is unmatched, not only in terms of physical strength but also in terms of willpower. This match is practically tailor-made for you, no doubt about it."

He smiled gently, put down his sketchbook, and said with emotion, "Reality can be quite cruel sometimes, but if you can accept it with a smile, you can actually find a lot of warmth. You are the best scout in the world, and I believe you will definitely win the championship with the captain and return in triumph."

Feng Yuxiu nodded slowly, but only he knew in his heart that his goal was not just to win the championship.

What he really wanted was to stay in Old A until he found the damn scorpion.

The thought of scorpions sent a glint of ruthlessness flashing in Feng Yuxiu's eyes.

That bastard was the only person in his life he so desperately wanted dead!
After a while, Wu Liuyi and Wu Zhe also arrived at the dormitory and asked a few questions about the competition.

Looking at the epaulets on Feng Yuxiu's shoulders, Wu Liuyi couldn't help but sigh, "Looks like I'll have to call you 'Commander' from now on, right? Hello, Commander!"

As he spoke, he gave Feng Yuxiu a standard military salute with a serious expression.

Feng Yuxiu was slightly taken aback, somewhat surprised.

Upon seeing this, Qi Huan immediately stood up and said with a laugh, "Liu Yi, if you keep doing this useless stuff here, believe me, I'll deal with you!"

Wu Liuyi said seriously with a straight face, "A leader is a leader. It seems that I have the lowest rank in our Old A unit."

Qi Huan was a little confused by Wu Liuyi's sudden statement, so he explained, "Actually, you can study hard and get into a military academy. After graduation, you will naturally be a second lieutenant."

Wu Liuyi revealed a determined smile, his eyes shining brightly: "I will."

He has always been the kind of person who, once he sets a goal, will do everything in his power to achieve it.

-

In his previous life, Feng Yuxiu often worked in Hong Kong, and Cantonese and English were his basic languages ​​of communication.

Therefore, Yuan Lang assigned him a task: to improve his English level to level six by August 1st.

However, in Feng Yuxiu's view, being able to communicate fluently with others is enough.

As for the remaining technical issues, he planned to leave them all to Wu Zhe, since a genius like Wu Zhe had a unique advantage in written communication.

Their participation in this international competition was a team effort, and Feng Yuxiu believed that his duty was to use his superior strength to defeat all enemies and successfully complete the mission.

However, he also specifically requested Yuan Lang's permission to use the shooting range.

He knew in his heart that although his sniping skills were unparalleled when he was fully focused, he could not shoot at will and follow his target under normal circumstances.

A truly excellent sniper should be able to fire a bullet based on bodily instinct and kill the enemy leader with a single shot from a kilometer away.

Moreover, after a long period of training, his internal energy cultivation technique has reached a new level, and now he can even adjust his breathing to an extreme state.

In this state, he can not only see in the dark and keenly detect those subtle moving targets in the distance, but his sense of perception through his pores is also increasing day by day. However, his explosive power seems to have reached a bottleneck.

The provocation from that kid named He Chenguang last time made Feng Yuxiu discover a weakness in himself.

Having challenged numerous masters in his previous life, his offensive style is often to counter each move, and he is accustomed to using various techniques to deal with his enemies.

Now, however, he is mostly facing vicious criminals, and this habit makes him unable to subconsciously use the most lethal killing techniques at critical moments.

It is not easy to completely correct habits formed over decades in just a few years.

Therefore, he knew he had several months left and had to go all out to completely correct his habits.

From now on, when you make a move, you must use your killing move directly and ensure a fatal blow. You must not have any thoughts of sparring anymore. You must minimize your mistakes because you do not have a second life to take risks.

In the days that followed, Feng Yuxiu trained himself to an almost obsessive degree.

He only slept three hours a day, practiced his marksmanship tirelessly, then marched fifty kilometers, and focused on endurance training in the afternoon, while constantly refining his killing moves.

He divides the twenty-four hours of a day precisely into every minute, making full use of every second to improve himself.

If before he wanted to find his former self, now, what drives him to train so desperately is only his deep-seated hatred for the South American mercenary Scorpion.

This hatred, like a seed, slowly grew under the nourishment of time, giving rise to a terrifying abyss, within which lurked a colossal beast ready to devour everything.

A month later at the shooting range, the night was deep and all was quiet.

Feng Yuxiu kept his eyes closed, steadily holding a Type 95 sniper rifle in his hand.

The moving target in the distance swayed from side to side in the darkness. Under such poor visibility conditions, only the general outline of the target could be barely discerned.

Feng Yuxiu held his breath, his chest no longer rising and falling, as if the whole world had stopped at this moment.

A moment later, he slowly opened his eyes, quickly set up his sniper rifle, and pulled the trigger.

"boom!"

In the darkness, gunshots rang out like thunder, shattering the silence.

Immediately afterwards, "bang bang bang!" he quickly loaded the gun and fired a series of shots in just a few seconds.

He sheathed his gun, retracted the ramrod, and strode to the moving target he had hit.

He took out his flashlight and shone it on, and saw that the four bullet holes overlapped precisely in the same bullet hole.

"That's about it. After 50,000 bullets and non-stop practice, my marksmanship has finally reached the required level." Feng Yuxiu was satisfied with the results of his month of intensive training.

The large number of bullets consumed during this period even alarmed Yuan Lang, who came to investigate personally.

However, Yuan Lang did not tell him to save bullets. Instead, he encouraged him to "clean up" all the ammunition that Old A had accumulated.

Feng Yuxiu loaded the gun again, turned around and walked away into the distance.

He counted silently in his mind until he walked to a very, very far place where he could no longer see the target paper at all.

Suddenly, he whirled around, quickly raised his sniper rifle, and fired into the distance.

"boom!"

Another shot rang out, and the bullet traced a beautiful parabola before landing precisely on the target.

“One thousand six hundred and fifty meters!” Feng Yuxiu muttered to himself.

He knew that this was an achievement he had barely made after a month of arduous training without sleep or rest.

But he also knew that this was far from the scorpion's maximum distance.

A master like Scorpion has reached an unparalleled level of control over firearms.

-

Late at night, a warm atmosphere filled the dormitory.

Qi Huan was sitting on the edge of the bed, soaking his feet in a red bucket of water, a contented expression on his face.

Seeing Feng Yuxiu walk in, he couldn't help but sigh and said, "Are you crazy? Even though we're a special forces unit, how can your body take this kind of reckless training?"

Feng Yuxiu went into the bathroom, washed his face with cold water, then filled a basin with hot water and began soaking his feet. Feeling the temperature of the hot water, he unconsciously let out a soft hum, a comfortable expression appearing on his face.

"It's alright. Starting tomorrow, we can reduce the amount of shooting training." Feng Yuxiu said slowly with his eyes closed.

Qi Huan carefully examined Feng Yuxiu. He noticed that after a month of sun exposure, Feng Yuxiu's skin had darkened several shades, turning from his original yellow skin tone to a light black. His face was also mottled and uneven due to prolonged sun exposure.

"Don't train tomorrow, we have a mission." Qi Huan got up, poured out a bucket of water, and turned to Feng Yuxiu to say.

Feng Yuxiu raised his head, a hint of wariness in his eyes: "A mission? Is it an emergency mission?"

"Don't be so nervous. It's just a new batch of rookies who arrived. The higher-ups told us to go over and observe. I don't know what they're thinking. Their training has only just begun. What can we do there? Are we supposed to go and cheer them on?" Qi Huan complained, shaking his head.

Upon hearing Qi Huan's words, Feng Yuxiu frowned and asked, "Aren't you the training instructor? Why aren't you in charge of training this batch of new recruits this time?"

Qi Huan smiled and explained, "I need to rest too. I didn't train this batch of new recruits; other instructors from the Old A team are in charge."

Feng Yuxiu's heart skipped a beat, and he pressed on, "Are there any people I know among these new recruits?"

Qi Huan shook his head mysteriously and smiled, "It's a secret."

It was early morning, and the sky was not yet fully bright; the surroundings were still dark.

Feng Yuxiu appeared at the edge of the firing range on time, just like always.

At this time, all the candidates recommended by each infantry regiment had arrived, and the new round of selection that Yuan Lang had mentioned had officially begun.

Targets within effective range were quickly brought down by the soldiers' fire, and the gunfire on the firing range gradually subsided.

However, people soon discovered that another gunshot was still ringing out, and all of them were single shots. The shooter seemed to cherish his bullets, carefully aiming each one.

It was the darkest hour before dawn, with extremely low visibility, and the remaining targets were almost all at the other end of the range.

The shooter lying in the foxhole was completely invisible from this side, and the pauses in his aim could not be heard, yet the targets over there fell one after another.

The rookies who had stopped shooting looked at each other, their faces showing surprise and confusion.

Meanwhile, the veterans all peered around, trying to get a clear look at the mysterious shooter.

Such shooting rhythm and accuracy are even better than those of the veteran A-level soldiers.

Wu Liuyi couldn't help but click his tongue in amazement, exclaiming, "These new recruits are too amazing, they're terrifying!"

Wu Zhe nodded in agreement, saying, "We always say we should keep a calm mind, but seeing marksmanship like this, who can stay calm?"

Qi Huan's eyes widened, and he couldn't help but ask, "Who is this? It's way beyond the effective range! When did we get such a skilled recruit? He's a genius!"

Wu Zhe roughly estimated the distance with his hand and exclaimed in surprise, "This is simply against the laws of biology. Under these conditions, the human visual range is at most three hundred meters, but he's already over five hundred meters away. And he didn't even use goggles. If he's not a genius, what is he?"

Qi Huan quickly took out his binoculars and carefully observed the owner of that mysterious line of gunfire.

When he saw the person clearly, he was stunned and murmured, "Chengcai."

Feng Yuxiu smiled faintly; he finally understood Yuan Lang's decision a month ago.

He was waiting for someone, someone worthy of this four-man team.

The last person was selected from this new round of rookies.

Cheng Cai's level of talent is extremely suitable, but...

He was someone who had been eliminated by Old A.

Therefore, Feng Yuxiu could no longer guess Yuan Lang's thoughts, leaving the three players short of one.

Who exactly is this position reserved for?

But the next second, a furious voice rang out from afar.

Yuan Lang came over from that direction, looking furious. Behind him, an officer was relentlessly trying to explain something.

But Yuan Lang didn't want to listen anymore. "I don't care if you made a writing error or if you didn't even think it through. Why are you sending someone back after they've already been eliminated once? Do you think I have a lot of free time?"

The officer continued to explain, "He was highly recommended by our army group; he's a renowned marksman from beyond the Great Wall!"

Yuan Lang wouldn't listen. "What I want are soldiers who can stick together with him. I want a small, integrated unit! This kind of person might just shoot me in the back. I'll send him back to where he came from and tell him that I, Yuan Lang, don't want him!"

At this moment, Yuan Lang is the captain of the Old A team, and his words are the sole criterion for selecting members of the Old A team.

He said that if someone doesn't want you, it's useless no matter who comes.

So it happened at night.

Cheng Cai found Feng Yuxiu.

"Honestly, you've participated in the four-hour-eight-hour test again, which is just another round for you. I don't care about anything else. Your marksmanship is just so-so. What I value is your choice, your choice not to be rigidly confined outside the rules."

Cheng Cai stood on the grass, listening silently.

After a long while, he raised his head. "What choice do you want?"

Feng Yuxiu spoke calmly, "Suppose an enemy has exceeded our rules, but he must die. Would you rather follow the rules or kill him?"

Cheng Cai was stunned. "Under what circumstances?"

"I've already mentioned the choice to go beyond the rules. Even if he escapes beyond the border, our objective is either to remain stagnant according to the rules, or to go and eliminate him. Among the many options, should we stick to the rules, or launch a full-scale attack?"

Cheng Cai gave a wry smile. "I never imagined these words would come out of your mouth. You're not the kind of person who likes to go on and on. But your idea... I don't know what to do. I haven't encountered this before, so I can't make a choice."

Feng Yuxiu stared into Cheng Cai's eyes. "I'll give you a chance to meet. I'll talk to the captain. Remember, I don't want your marksmanship, I want your choices, choices that go beyond the rules. Just like the pot of steamed buns you found in the fifth squad on the grassland when you first participated in the assessment."

"This is an option outside the rules."

After saying that, Feng Yuxiu turned and walked towards Yuan Lang's office.

Cheng Cai muttered to himself, "A choice that goes beyond the rules, Xu Sanduo, what exactly do you mean by this?"

-

"You...you're not like that at all. Social etiquette is completely foreign to you."

In Yuan Lang's office, he stood up, holding a cigarette between two fingers and shaking his head.

At this moment, Yuan Lang felt utterly ridiculous; he didn't care who pleaded for Cheng Cai.

Only Feng Yuxiu, who had absolutely no connection with Cheng Cai.

There was no such thing as friendship between them in his heart.

Why would they come over to plead for Cheng Cai?

Feng Yuxiu spoke calmly, "What I want is his choice that goes beyond the rules. At the border, I lacked a comrade who had a choice."

"Everyone is sticking to the rules, refusing to step out, but when faced with the enemy chieftain, faced with provocations that go beyond the rules, there is only one choice... to kill him completely! That is the only choice!"

"Cheng Cai fits the bill perfectly."

Yuan Lang sneered, "Xu Sanduo, what is this? Does your authority include selecting competitors?"

Feng Yuxiu stood ramrod straight. "No, I'm choosing someone who can help us win."

"A two-to-two selection."

Yuan Lang was taken aback. "What do you mean, two to two?"

"My and Cheng Cai's unconventional approach, compared to your and Wu Zhe's adherence to the rules, can more than double our chances of winning."

Yuan Lang took a drag of his cigarette. "I thought your reason was that his shooting skills were good; his marksmanship is indeed one of the best I've ever seen. Aren't those reasons enough for you to bring it up?"

Feng Yuxiu looked at Yuan Lang with a normal expression.

Yuan Lang sighed. "Are you sure?"

Feng Yuxiu calmly replied, "Confirmed."

-

Only four or five contestants remained after the eliminations, and they stood on the playground.

Yuan Lang paced back and forth in front of the line, then suddenly turned and stared at Cheng Cai's face:

"Chengcai, you are seriously wounded, out of ammunition and food, pursued from behind, and blocked from the front. What do you have left?"

"Reporting to the captain, only willpower matters."

Cheng Cai had long ago incorporated this into his very being.

"You've been eliminated. Go back to your grasslands. All you have left is that gun without bullets. What do you have left?"

Cheng Cai was stunned for a moment. Looking at Yuan Lang's cunning eyes, he immediately realized that Yuan Lang had already spoken with Feng Yuxiu.

Otherwise, given Yuan Lang's temperament, he would never have had the chance to talk to him.

This opportunity was obtained for him by Feng Yuxiu.

Choosing beyond the rules is the price of success.

"Reporting to the captain, only willpower matters!" Cheng Cai shouted.

"Do you have the will?" Yuan Lang asked hesitantly.

"Reporting, Captain, willpower means never giving up. Only those who have given up know what it means to give up. I gave up once... I've had enough."

Yuan Lang's eyes were narrowed, his gaze almost invisible.

(End of this chapter)