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

Chapter 272 Li Erniu's Transformation
After the new recruits finished their training.

Old Hei found Gong Jian.

“Instructor, I understand why you had this new platoon leader train Li Erniu.”

Old Hei carefully closed the door and smiled.

Gong Jian frowned. "Just say what you want to say. Why are you sneaking around like this? Open the door!"

Old Hei glanced back at the corridor and said, "If He Chenguang and Wang Yanbing train Li Erniu, these two top recruits will be worn down."

Gong Jian frowned, somewhat angry. "What nonsense are you talking about? You've seen the abilities of this new Platoon Leader Xu. He's an unparalleled king of soldiers. Firstly, he trained Li Erniu, which improved the overall performance of the recruit company."

"Secondly, I still want to put pressure on those two top recruits, to let them see that if someone like Li Erniu can become a top soldier, then they can improve even faster, right?"

Lao Hei didn't quite understand Gong Jian's idea.

"Instructor, Platoon Leader Xu is impossible to overtake. Can you see what's behind him? It's terrifying. How are He Chenguang and Wang Yanbing going to overtake him?"

Gong Jian laughed and said, "I know, let them improve as much as they can. You have to understand, this Platoon Leader Xu is just a passerby, he will leave the Iron Fist Regiment sooner or later, but these two soldiers won't. Their growth is a treasure to our Iron Fist Regiment."

Old Hei was overjoyed. "Then let this Platoon Leader Xu train him properly. I want to see how this stubborn mule, Li Erniu, will transform."

Gong Jian sighed, "Actually, apart from a few outstanding individuals like He Chenguang, most of those who join the army are not the best among young people."

Old Hei looked at Gong Jian, wanting him to be more tactful.

Gong Jian waved his hand and said bluntly, "You don't need to choose your words carefully, I'm just telling the truth. Most of the outstanding young people of this era didn't join the army in basic training. Most of those who come to join the army are actually failures."

"Loser?" Old Black didn't quite understand.

"Yes, losers, losers of adolescence. They lost to other guys in their adolescence. Most of the better guys aren't in boot camp, but on college campuses or overseas campuses."

Or they went to military academy, graduated, and became officers. They have a more exciting life and a wider path ahead.

This is a common situation for militaries worldwide. Our military is a great school; this isn't just a cliché.

"I understand what you mean."

"Let these adolescent failures experience the joy of success. This success is not necessarily about becoming a top student, but about overcoming oneself."

"Yes, instructor!"

"The recruit training camp may not produce any outstanding individuals, but it cannot produce any new failures. They are all very young, and we need to let them know the joy of success, learn to overcome themselves, and become strong."

An army composed of young men confident in their ability to overcome themselves is an invincible army! Remember, one strong person is not truly strong; even the strongest is just a sheep. True strength lies in the strength of the entire company; united, they are a pack of wolves!

-

At night, lights out was sounded.

The new recruits lay on their beds, talking quietly.

"Hey, did you guys know? Our political instructor is the political instructor of the 4th Sharpshooter Company in our regiment. I heard he used to be in the special forces, studied abroad, and is now a doctoral student in the Department of Strategic and Operational Studies at the National Defense University!"

"My God! That's amazing!" Li Erniu exclaimed.

"Then how did he become an instructor?" He Chenguang asked calmly.

"Who knows? Someone like that should be a company commander!" Wang Yanbing said.

“Perhaps he has his own reasons…” He Chenguang said.

"Yanbing, you're really well-informed! What's the deal with that Sharpshooter Fourth Company? Is there any story behind it? Are all the snipers in the company?" Li Erniu was a little confused.

“That’s right! It’s said that in the Sharpshooter Fourth Company, even the pig feeders are sharpshooters! That’s the most elite company in our regiment, and that title has been around since the Red Army era!” Wang Yanbing said.

"Good heavens, if I could join the Fourth Sharpshooter Company, I would be content!" Li Erniu said with envy.

"Content? The sharpshooter company 4 only selects the best soldiers from the recruit training camp every year, and I heard that no more than two are selected each year! You... sigh!" Wang Yanbing said.

"It's over, it's over, I'm doomed... Doesn't the 4th Sharpshooter Company have a cook squad?" Li Erniu said, unwilling to give up.

"Tch! Didn't I already say? The Fourth Sharpshooter Company, even pig farmers are sharpshooters!" Wang Yanbing scoffed.

"Looks like if you want to cook, you need to be a good shot first! What about our squad leader? Any rumors?" Li Erniu asked after thinking for a moment. Wang Yanbing turned around and said mysteriously, "He's also from the 4th Sharpshooter Company, the most senior sergeant in our regiment. Rumor has it—he's been in combat!"

"Really? When did this happen?" Li Erniu's eyes widened.

"Of course, that's all in the past! Back then, our Iron Fist Regiment was on the front lines, and Lao Hei was just a seventeen-year-old recruit! The positions were fought over repeatedly, and he was so scared that he hid in the foxhole and didn't dare to come out!" Wang Yanbing spoke as if he had witnessed it with his own eyes.

"Really? He's afraid?" Li Erniu didn't believe it.

"Why would I lie to you?" Wang Yanbing said.

"And then what happened?" Li Erniu asked.

"Later, when the enemy attacked, all the other soldiers in his platoon were killed, and he was the only one left alive! The enemy stormed the position, and there was a whole company of them! He hid in the foxhole, holding an entrenching tool in his hand!" Wang Yanbing said very seriously.

"Where's his gun?" Li Erniu asked.

"Back then, he must have just grabbed whatever he could find! The gun was long gone, so he just grabbed an entrenching tool! The enemy crawled into the foxhole to catch him. Even a rabbit will bite when cornered, let alone Old Hei, who was still alive! He chopped off half of the enemy's head with the entrenching tool, then grabbed the enemy's submachine gun and charged out, firing like crazy!"

He Chenguang listened intently, while Li Erniu was completely dumbfounded.

"The enemy thought there were no more of us on the position, but then Old Black suddenly appeared out of nowhere. Caught off guard, they ran away in a panic, thinking they had been ambushed! Old Black alone scared away half a company! But all the veterans in the platoon were killed. He dug everywhere, calling out to this and that."

Li Erniu was dumbfounded.

Wang Yanbing continued, "Later, when the reinforcements arrived at the position, they only saw Lao Hei, who was crying so hard he couldn't cry anymore, and the remains of a squad of veterans, all neatly arranged."

The severed arms and legs were all placed back in their proper places by Lao Hei.

He even stuffed the veteran's intestines, which had been blown out of his body, back into his stomach..."

"Old Hei grew up on that day. He was no longer a greenhorn and became taciturn... A first-class meritorious soldier, goodness! How many first-class meritorious soldiers have all their limbs intact? But he didn't feel anything about this medal. When they withdrew from the position, he buried it in the soil of the position..."

He Chenguang was lost in thought, tears streaming down his face as he covered himself with the blanket.

Old Hei stood outside the dormitory, trembling as he wiped away tears from the corners of his eyes.

That night, the new recruits all developed a sense of awe towards Sergeant Lao Hei.

In this era, there are still veterans who have fought on the battlefield; they are practically war gods.

At four in the morning, Li Erniu opened his eyes and went outside alone.

He Chenguang and Wang Yanbing opened their eyes at the same time and looked at each other.

The two of them followed stealthily.

They wanted to see just how this ridiculously strong platoon leader trained his troops.

-

Feng Yuxiu stood waiting on the training ground under the cover of night.

Before long, Li Erniu came running over, panting.

Feng Yuxiu stared at him with icy eyes, "You ran an 800-meter distance and are panting like a pig."

Li Erniu quickly lowered his head, not daring to say anything more.

"Start running around the training field now."

Li Erniu exclaimed, "Platoon leader... how long will it take to run?"

Feng Yuxiu flipped his hand and pulled out three needles, sticking them into Li Erniu's neck. "Run until I tell you to stop."

Li Erniu touched the back of his neck and cried out, "Platoon leader, why...why did you prick me with a needle...you..."

Snapped!
Feng Yuxiu flipped his hand and slapped Li Erniu across the face.

In an instant, Li Erniu's right cheek swelled up.

"You have no chance to speak. If you say another word, I'll tear your mouth apart."

"run!"

Li Erniu was a step too slow and was kicked to the ground by Feng Yuxiu.

He quickly got up and started running.

In a dark corner, Wang Yanbing stared wide-eyed. "My goodness, Erniu has become a punching bag."

He Chenguang frowned. "This is corporal punishment, and it's wrong."

"Come on, someone like Li Erniu, if you don't put pressure on him, will he listen to you?" Wang Yanbing felt that He Chenguang was too idealistic.

He Chenguang still frowned, "Corporal punishment is still wrong."

"Alright, alright, Mr. He, you can see for yourself. I'm going back to sleep. By the way, you can go up and reason with the platoon leader."

Wang Yanbing felt that He Chenguang was too much of a saint.

Why would someone like Li Erniu need training in speaking kindly and politely?
Just dream.

He Chenguang stared at Feng Yuxiu, "Just watch, one day I'll surpass him, and in a few days I'll be the one getting the better of him... I'm not a child who grew up eating shit."

He was trained by his grandfather in the compound from a young age, and through this exposure, his marksmanship is now no worse than that of a veteran who has been in the army for two years.

His grandfather and his father, He Zhiguo, were both sharpshooters.

He was no exception; this genetic inheritance made him confident and look down on everyone.

-

"Platoon leader, I can't run anymore."

Half an hour later, Li Erniu swayed from side to side, his body weak, and shouted almost in exhaustion.

But the moment he turned around, he saw a pair of cold eyes.

The chill emanating from within sent shivers down Li Erniu's spine.

"Platoon leader, I'm running!"

Li Erniu gritted his teeth and continued running wildly.

Another half hour passed, and Li Erniu was running around with a blank look in his eyes, drool constantly dripping from the corner of his mouth.

His face turned pale and bluish. "Platoon...platoon leader...I can't feel my legs anymore...platoon..."

boom!
Li Erniu slammed heavily to the ground, and Feng Yuxiu immediately stepped forward, pressing on all the acupoints on Li Erniu's body with both hands.

He removed the three needles from his neck.

Three streams of blood gushed out.

After patting for ten minutes, seeing that Li Erniu's face had turned slightly sallow, he finally stood up.

He silently stared at Li Erniu on the ground.

"It seems that his physique is far inferior to Bai Tiejun's. We still need to reduce the training volume by two-thirds."

Li Erniu almost died suddenly.

However, how can a person, especially a useless person, break through their limits without teetering on the edge of death?

People like Li Erniu don't suddenly awaken their physical abilities after three months of slow training.

He's dreaming if he has that kind of constitution.

Two hours later, Li Erniu opened his eyes groggily. "Platoon leader... I'm sorry, platoon leader, I didn't fall asleep... I don't know what happened..."

Feng Yuxiu remained expressionless. "We'll continue at four o'clock tomorrow morning."

After saying that, he turned around and left.

Li Erniu touched his neck and suddenly felt that his heart and lungs were clear.

"The air smells so good today."

(End of this chapter)