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

Chapter 274 Feng Yuxiu VS Gong Jian
"vomit!"

"Excuse me, excuse me, excuse me, I can't hold it in anymore."

"Move back a bit. At least you ate a handful of rice, but I ate half a bunch of pickled cabbage, and it's all rotten... Ugh..."

The toilets in the recruit training camp were packed with people.

Li Erniu chewed half a piece of toilet paper and was now lying on the ground vomiting.

Wang Yanbing and Wu Zhe exclaimed in their chests, "My goodness! Do you think this old black squad leader eats everything? How could he come up with such a terrible idea?"

He Chenguang gritted his teeth and said, "How would I know! But I've heard that it's a fine tradition of hard work and perseverance. We're considered good, and that's why we're suffering this calamity."

"But Brother Niu, how do you run so fast?" He Chenguang still didn't understand why Fatty Niu suddenly had a breakthrough.

If you were to work yourself to the bone for six months or a year to reach this level, that would be considered good, but this is less than a week!

Li Erniu wiped his mouth. "I don't know. I just got pricked with needles by the platoon leader every day and then had to run like crazy."

"Use needles?" He Chenguang's eyes widened. "Wang Yanbing, have you ever heard of this method?"

"I've never heard of such a thing before. This is the first time I've ever seen someone jump two meters off the ground. Didn't we say before that the instructor came from the special forces... Could our platoon leader also be from the special forces?"

He Chenguang was stunned. "Special forces?"

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Inside the meeting room.

Several platoon leaders stared at Feng Yuxiu as if he were a monster.

Feng Yuxiu sat on the stool, waiting indifferently.

Old Hei wanted to ask several times, but he held back.

Until Gong Jian pushed open the door and entered.

"stand up!"

"Everyone, please sit down. To put it simply, these new recruits will be practicing shooting tomorrow. There's only one requirement: safety! We must ensure their safety, especially that Li Erniu. Keep a close eye on him and make sure he doesn't cause any trouble."

Gong Jian sat down as he spoke.

"No problem..." Old Hei said, but his curiosity began to grow like wild grass.

The meeting room fell silent for a moment.

Gong Jian coughed and looked up. "Platoon Leader Xu, we're all very curious. What method did you use to get Li Erniu to reach the average level in less than a week? What kind of training method is this?"

All the platoon leaders stared longingly at Feng Yuxiu.

If this training method proves effective, it will be a lifesaver for future assessments of new recruits.

Such training that yields initial results is simply genius.

Feng Yuxiu looked at the platoon leader and Gong Jian in front of him and said calmly, "It's nothing. If he doesn't run, I'll kick him. People will definitely run for their lives under pressure. Once you break through your limit once, everything will fall into place naturally."

Gong Jian was stunned. "It's that simple?"

"It's that simple."

"Then how come I heard that you also used needles to prick Li Erniu?"

"Traditional Chinese medicine stimulation therapy can cause qi and blood to surge upwards."

Gong Jian let out a disappointed "oh," realizing that Li Erniu might simply not have been pushed to his limit.

If you think about it more broadly, Li Erniu has only barely reached the average level from being a nobody.

Perhaps it was true, as Feng Yuxiu had said, that he had temporarily broken through his physical limits.

"Alright, everyone take a rest. We'll practice shooting tomorrow."

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At four o'clock in the morning, Li Erniu ran to the training ground with great enthusiasm.

But this time he was met with Lao Hei's stern gaze. "Is Platoon Leader Xu your mother? I've already taught you the training methods, and you're still planning to train me step by step? From now on, train yourself."

Li Erniu stood ramrod straight. "Yes, sir!"

Old Hei nodded, turned and left, but hid in a corner and kept watching.

Li Erniu encouraged himself, "It's okay, just run as usual."

At first, Li Erniu strolled around leisurely, but gradually he realized something was wrong.

Why wasn't this training sprint as easy as before?

My whole body felt incredibly hot, and my lungs felt heavy again.

After running at top speed for twenty minutes, Li Erniu stood with disbelief on his face, his hands outstretched on his knees, bending over and panting heavily.

"What happened? We usually train like this! Why today..."

Old Hei frowned as he stared at Li Erniu's heavy breathing. "It seems it really was just a coincidence."

After Lao Hei left, Li Erniu fell into a complete existential crisis.

"What's missing... what's missing... what's missing..."

Li Erniu's eyes suddenly lit up, and he shouted excitedly, "I know what's missing..."

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Boom boom boom!
"Platoon leader, platoon leader... Platoon leader, are you there? Please give me an injection... Platoon leader, I feel terrible, please give me an injection..."

Li Erniu pleaded in a low voice.

Feng Yuxiu continued his breathing exercises while sitting cross-legged, and slowly opened his eyes.

This scene looks so familiar.

The last time someone begged him to give them an injection was probably in the reconnaissance camp.

It seems that all those who come in last place are the same.

Addiction to needles!

"Li Erniu, what nonsense are you spouting? Go back to sleep!" Gong Jian shouted as he walked out of his dormitory wearing slippers and a vest.

Li Erniu panicked, pointing at Feng Yuxiu's door, "Instructor...you don't know, the platoon leader gave me an injection...he..."

"Get back!"

"roll!"

Gong Jian was furious and raised his right foot to throw his slipper at Li Erniu.

Li Erniu covered his head, looking aggrieved, and walked towards the stairs, turning back every few steps, "But... the needle..."

"roll!"

Seeing that the instructor was truly angry, Li Erniu quickly ran down the stairs.

Gong Jian took a deep breath. "It's hopeless. This kind of soldier is beyond saving... He's lost his mind."

Feng Yuxiu, hearing that there was no more movement outside, continued to close his eyes and practice breathing exercises.

If illuminated by light, one would see countless earthworms crawling on his skin, from his limbs to his back, until they reached his temples and entered the Baihui acupoint.

No one knows how this self-regulating mode came about.

Since being transferred to the Iron Fist Regiment, apart from daytime training, he hasn't needed to sleep at all at night, spending all eight hours a day breathing exercises and absorbing nutrients.

Internal martial arts techniques aren't this bizarre.

This makes him more and more prone to going astray...

However, he is currently confined to the Iron Fist Corps, and since he has nothing else to do... even if he really becomes possessed by evil, the Western medicine of this era can still save him.

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the next day.

Deep within the mountains, the faint sound of gunfire echoed.

At the shooting range, veterans wearing camouflage tactical vests were shooting at targets.

The new recruits stood at the back, looking around curiously.

Firearms... are extremely attractive to new recruits.

He Chenguang laughed with even more confidence.

"My time has finally come. Just watch, from today onwards, I will shock everyone, especially that insignificant platoon leader..."

The veterans distributed automatic rifles to each new recruit, who stood in neat rows, feeling the heavy weight of the rifles.

Old Hei stood in front of the line and shouted, "Hold your guns!"

Everyone neatly placed their rifles in front of their chests.

Old Black turned to face the firing range, "Swear an oath with me!"

"This is my gun! A gun is a soldier's second life! I will cherish my gun with my own life! My gun and I depend on each other for life! My gun and I are loyal guardians of the Republic! If the enemy invades, I will fight back with my gun and fire first."

Eliminate the enemy cleanly and efficiently!
Eliminate the enemy!

Eliminate the enemy!

The recruits' voices grew louder and louder.

They felt a surge of heat rising within them, a roaring feeling.

Feng Yuxiu narrowed his eyes as he looked at the rifles.

Gong Jian glanced at the new recruits in the distance and laughed, "They're quite passionate, aren't they? A group of energetic young men."

Feng Yuxiu looked at Gong Jian.

Gong Jian felt somewhat frustrated; this platoon leader always had a bland expression.

He seemed to have no emotions. Would someone like that really be popular in his original unit?

That grumpy face and bad temper!

"Platoon Leader Xu, how's your marksmanship?" Gong Jian asked with a smile.

No one can be absolutely perfect; otherwise, they wouldn't be human.

Humans are all flawed.

Gong Jian was certain that Feng Yuxiu's physical abilities were beyond those of ordinary people.

But when he focuses on physical fitness, he has no time to hone his marksmanship.

That is his weakness.

In the Iron Fist Regiment, every sniper in the Sharpshooter Fourth Company was a role model for the entire army.

Feng Yuxiu replied calmly, "Not very good."

Gong Jian laughed out loud, "It's nothing. Everyone should be humble. I think Platoon Leader Xu is quite humble in some ways."

"Interested in giving it a try? Teaching these new recruits shooting techniques?"

Feng Yuxiu looked at Gong Jian, "Is this an order?"

"Yes." Gong Jian nodded.

"Instructor, I heard you came from the special forces. Would you be interested in having a competition with me?"

Feng Yuxiu found the instructor of the Iron Fist Regiment to be inexplicable.

He's not without temper lately, he's just waiting for it to subside.

The reason he wasn't irritable was that he was waiting for Fan Tianlei to arrive.

Otherwise, it would be impossible for He Chenguang and others to dance in front of him.

While he was carrying a 40mm gun and blasting drug dealers to pieces, these kids were probably playing in the mud somewhere.

The only thing that made him somewhat cautious was the aura emanating from the old black man.

These are true veterans who have come from the battlefield.

Gong Jian was stunned. "You... want to challenge me?"

The sound was so loud that it startled Old Hei, who was giving instructions to the new recruits.

All the new recruits looked over.

"Holy crap, this is going to be interesting."

"One is a top student from the National Defense University, the other is a mysterious platoon leader... They've started fighting..."

Wang Yanbing looked on with anticipation, "I want to see how the leaders compete."

He Chenguang stared at Feng Yuxiu, "I don't think he's good enough."

"Don't be silly, He Chenguang. He's a platoon leader. No matter how bad he is, he's still better than you and me. I've never even touched a gun."

He Chenguang still sneered, "I've touched it, I've been touching it since I was a child!"

This was the first time Wang Yanbing had fallen silent. He stood behind and looked He Chenguang up and down.

In this era, who else could have handled a gun from a young age besides the kids in the compound?

He finally realized who this soldier, who always hid his arrogance deep down, was.

"It's not a challenge."

Feng Yuxiu's words silenced everyone.

Gong Jian laughed and asked, "What's that?"

"I'm asking for your guidance... Instructor, you're asking me for advice on marksmanship."

Dead!

Old Hei stared blankly, looking completely bewildered.

The veterans all turned to look at Feng Yuxiu.

(End of this chapter)