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

Chapter 465 Feng Yuxiu's Abnormal Training Mission
"Third Platoon Leader, slow down! Why are you running so fast? It's just a company meeting."

"Old Wang, the new company commander just finished basic training and this is the first meeting of our meritorious Seventh Company. How dare you be late?"

The third platoon leader had met Feng Yuxiu during basic training, so he was the first to arrive when he heard there was a meeting.

The second platoon leader frowned. "Didn't our old company commander already arrange the training tasks for the second half of this year? Besides, we have a political instructor. This new company commander just arrived and doesn't know anything, yet he's planning to hold a meeting? What kind of meeting is that?"

"Look at this! He's a company commander, no matter what. Even though he's younger than you and me, he's still a proper company commander. You can't be a company commander without real skills. Don't watch too many movies and try to get yourself killed by mocking a company commander."

The third platoon leader stared at the second platoon leader with a serious expression. "Don't fucking act recklessly. This is the army, not a fucking movie. You're dead if you dare to mock us."

The second platoon leader nodded silently, "Don't worry, I know what I'm doing."

No matter how much you look down on the company commander, no platoon leader would openly disrespect him; that would be suicidal.

Inside the conference room, Feng Yuxiu sat by the window, gazing into the distance.

One after another, the three platoon leaders, nine squad leaders, and the political instructor all arrived.

The political instructor of the Seventh Company was named Wang Haiming. He was from Gansu and always spoke with an accent from Shaanxi, Gansu, and Ningxia.

"Don't speak, everyone's here, company commander," Wang Haiming reminded with a smile.

Feng Yuxiu nodded and looked at the squad leader in front of him. "It's like this. Starting tomorrow, I've designed a set of training subjects for each squad leader. These subjects are the subjects that special forces use on a daily basis."

All the squad leaders stared silently at Feng Yuxiu.

Feng Yuxiu looked up and said, "I have served as an instructor in special forces, so I am very clear about the special forces projects of various military regions and I am very confident in this."

After speaking, Feng Yuxiu slowly looked at the squad leader and said, "Ask your questions now."

"Report." The third platoon leader stood up.

"speak."

"Company Commander, our training plan for the next six months has been finalized, and it's a large-scale rehearsal for National Day..."

Feng Yuxiu stood up and looked around. "From now on, your main task is to train according to the subjects I have set, and conduct large-scale drills... It's only April now."

"The meeting is dismissed!"

Seeing that Feng Yuxiu was angry, the squad leaders stood up, closed their notebooks, and turned to leave.

Wang Haiming smiled and said, "Seventh Brother, I know you're new here and eager to make a name for yourself in the Seventh Company, but isn't this a bit too hasty?"

Feng Yuxiu stared at Wang Haiming, "It's not that I don't have much time left, it's that you don't have much time left. Do you really think the army can let you just coast through two years?"

Wang Haiming's face froze, "Seventh Brother..."

Feng Yuxiu turned and walked out, closing the door behind him.

Wang Haiming sighed. What he feared most as a political instructor was a company commander who ruled by his own hand.

He didn't discuss anything beforehand, but he also wanted to see if the command of this parachuted company commander was as inexperienced as he was.

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On the training ground of the reconnaissance company's base.

Miao Lian strode over from the direction of the barracks, followed by two slightly awkward figures.

Xiao Zhuang and Xiwa carried bulging backpacks and luggage in their hands, their steps hesitant, completely out of place with the lively atmosphere around them.

Upon reaching the company headquarters, Company Commander Miao stopped and waved his hand, saying, "Come here!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the first, second, and third platoon leaders immediately stopped their training and rushed over with standard running strides, standing straight in front of Miao Lian with their chests taut.

Miao Lian gestured behind him with his chin and said in a loud voice, "These two are new soldiers!"

He first pointed to Xiwa, his eyes showing a hint of approval, "This is Xiwa. He's honest and simple, and he looks strong. With proper training, he'll definitely be a good prospect who dares to fight hard!"

Then, his gaze swept over Xiao Zhuang, and he paused slightly, "And this one, I won't say the name, you all know who it is."

Xiao Zhuang stood there, his hands unconsciously gripping the backpack straps tightly, his fingertips turning white, his eyes filled with helplessness.

At this moment, Chen Pai took half a step forward and volunteered, "Leave Xiwa to me, I happen to need a prisoner catcher!"

Xiwa's eyes lit up, and she immediately stepped forward, her voice loud and clear: "Greetings, Platoon Leader!"

Chen Pai smiled and patted Xiwa on the shoulder, then turned to Miao Lian and explained, "Our platoon has a lot of training tasks lately, and we're also busy preparing for the exercise. Taking on one new recruit is just right; we really don't have the energy to take on a second one."

Miao Lian nodded, said nothing more, and then looked at the second platoon leader: "What about the second platoon leader? Can you take one in?"

The second platoon leader's gaze swept over Xiao Zhuang, his eyes darting around. He moved his lips before stammering, "I... I'm in a similar situation to the first platoon leader; I can't lead any more new recruits."

Miao Lian remained silent, his gaze fixed directly on the third platoon leader.

The platoon leader felt uneasy under that gaze, beads of sweat forming on his forehead. He forced a smile and began, "Reporting to the company commander! We are now...we are now..."

"Speak your mind! Don't beat around the bush!" Miao Lian's voice turned serious.

The third platoon leader gritted his teeth and simply told the truth: "I... I don't want this soldier! He's a 'bird soldier,' too wild and hard to manage!"

After listening, Miao Lian nodded, a faint smile even appearing on his lips: "Hmm, finally someone is telling the truth. Not bad, better than the previous two, at least they didn't try to fool me with lies."

After saying that, he turned to look at Xiao Zhuang, his tone somewhat teasing, "Oh dear! Look at this situation, nobody wants you, what are we going to do?"

Miao Lian stared at him for a few seconds, then, as if suddenly remembering something, said, "How about this, don't worry about where you're going, just come with me as a clerk!"

Upon hearing this, the three platoon leaders next to him couldn't help but burst out laughing.

Miao Lian immediately glared at them, his voice rising abruptly: "What are you laughing at? If you have nothing to do, go back and lead your troops in training!"

"Yes!"

The three platoon leaders immediately stopped smiling, agreed in unison, and turned to run back to the training ground.

Xiao Zhuang hadn't quite grasped the role of a clerk yet, and asked blankly, "Company Commander, what...what does a clerk do?"

Miao Lian gestured towards the company headquarters with his lip: "Go in and ask the old clerk, he'll explain it to you."

"Yes!"

Xiao Zhuang responded and turned to walk towards the company headquarters office.

He stopped at the door and, as required, called out, "Report!"

"Come in!"

A familiar voice came from inside the house.

Xiao Zhuang pushed open the door and was about to say, "Squad leader, the company commander sent me here..."
The words got stuck in his throat.

The old man was sitting at the table packing his bag, a bandage still on his face, looking at him calmly.

The veteran showed no surprise, his tone calm: "Speak, what does the company commander want with you?"

Xiao Zhuang's mouth dropped open, and he was stunned for a long time before he could react: "Squad leader, I really didn't expect you to be..."

"Didn't expect I was a clerk?" the old man replied, his tone devoid of emotion.

"Yes." Xiao Zhuang nodded, his eyes full of surprise.

For the first time, a smile appeared on the old man's face, but it was fleeting, as quick as an illusion: "You've come at the right time. It's time for me to go down to the platoon and become a squad leader."

"I..." Xiao Zhuang didn't know what to say, feeling that Lao Pao's transfer was related to him.

"It has nothing to do with you." The old man seemed to see through his thoughts and took the initiative to explain, "I've mentioned to Miao Lian many times that I'm not suited to be a clerk, but more suited to leading troops on the front line. He hasn't been able to find a suitable person to take over, but this time he chose you, so I'm finally free."

Xiao Zhuang pursed her lips and didn't say anything more, and the air was silent for a moment.

The old man glanced at him and suddenly spoke up: "What? Just because we fought before, you're not going to acknowledge me as your squad leader anymore?"

Xiao Zhuang kept his head down and remained silent.

The veteran chuckled softly, his tone softening: "Once you truly become a veteran and experience more, you'll naturally understand many things."

Xiao Zhuang then raised his head, his eyes filled with confusion, but he still didn't know how to respond.

"Alright, stop standing there. I'll hand over my work to you. Come with me." The old man stood up, picked up the keychain on the table, and walked out first.

Xiao Zhuang followed silently, his heart filled with complex emotions.

The two walked all the way to the entrance of the armory.

The room was dimly lit, the heavy security door was locked, and a faint metallic chill hung in the air.

The old man pulled out his keychain, and with a clang, opened the iron gate.

He waved the keys in his hand and handed a bunch to Xiao Zhuang: "You're to keep these keys from now on."

Xiao Zhuang took the keys, feeling their weight and a bit dazed: "I...I'm in charge of the gun?"

“Ah, this is one of the most basic tasks of clerical work,” the old man said, taking the lead into the armory.

Xiao Zhuang cautiously followed them inside and saw rows of gleaming rifles neatly laid out on gun racks, gleaming coldly in the dim light.

The old man picked up a dagger and drew it with a "whoosh".

"Do you know what this is?" the old man asked.

Xiao Zhuang stared at the blade and answered softly, "A knife?"

"This is a special dagger for reconnaissance soldiers, commonly known as a 'stab,' and it's our reconnaissance soldiers' personal weapon!" The old man's tone became serious. "In the most dangerous situations, the stab can not only be used to kill the enemy, but it can also save your life in critical moments! Of course, you may not understand it now, but you'll know its importance when you go to the training ground and go on a mission."

"Remember, in our reconnaissance company, the clerk must first be a qualified reconnaissance soldier, even an outstanding one, and only then a clerk." Old Pao sheathed his dagger and turned to look at Xiao Zhuang. "Now you know what a clerk does?"

Xiao Zhuang honestly shook his head: "I don't know."

The old man smiled and said, "Don't rush, you'll learn quickly by following Miao Lian."

He paused, then began to recount the daily routine: "Miao Lian gets up at 5:30 every day, so your alarm clock has to be set for 5:00. At 5:29, you must have the water ready for washing your face, and the toothpaste squeezed onto your toothbrush..."

"Am I being a clerk or an orderly?" Xiao Zhuang couldn't help but interrupt him, her tone tinged with resistance.

"That's part of the paperwork," the old man said calmly.

Upon hearing this, Xiao Zhuang turned and walked towards the door, his tone resolute: "I won't do clerical work! I came here to fight, not to serve others!"

Old Pao watched his retreating figure from behind, chuckled softly, and said in a low but clear voice that reached Xiao Zhuang's ears: "Then you can tell Miao Lian yourself."

Xiao Zhuang paused, took a deep breath, and then strode towards the company headquarters.

Upon reaching the door, he called out again, "Report!"

Miao Lian, who was looking down at documents inside, picked up a cup on the table, took a sip of water, and said without looking up, "Come in!"

Xiao Zhuang pushed open the door and had just stood still when he saw Miao Lian put an empty cup on the table with a slight frown.

Xiao Zhuang was stunned for a moment and didn't react.

"Pour water." Miao Lian didn't look up, his tone calm but carrying an unyielding command.

Xiao Zhuang glanced at the empty cup on the table, then at Miao Lian, who was looking down at her documents. She felt a little awkward, but still hesitated before reaching out and picking up the cup.

Miao Lian kept her eyes glued to the document, not even glancing at him.

Xiao Zhuang, carrying a cup, walked somewhat awkwardly to the water dispenser, filled a cup with hot water, and gently placed it on Miao Lian's table.

Miao Lian then raised his eyes, his tone still calm: "Go out... find my regular clothes, I have to go to the division headquarters for a meeting soon."

Xiao Zhuang stood there blankly, not moving.

Miao Lian noticed he hadn't left and looked up at him: "Is there something else?"

"No, no more." Xiao Zhuang quickly shook his head.

"Go ahead, and tell the driver to wait for me at the entrance of the company headquarters."

"Yes!" Xiao Zhuang replied, turning and quickly walking out. Reaching the entrance of the company department, he stopped, blinking, his mind filled with confusion: "What's wrong with me? How did I really start doing this work?"

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Back in the company headquarters office, Xiao Zhuang picked up a rag and began cleaning the table.

As the rag swept across the smooth glass, a faded, yellowed color photograph underneath caught his eye.

"Company Commander, is that you in the photo?" Xiao Zhuang recognized Miao Lian in his youth at a glance and exclaimed excitedly.

Miao Lian happened to come out from the inner room and nodded upon hearing this: "Ah, I didn't realize? You have pretty good eyesight."

"This was taken during a war, right?" Xiao Zhuang pointed at the photo, his eyes full of curiosity.

“Yes, this is a group photo of the 12th Reconnaissance Battalion of our military region during the Southern Xinjiang Defense War, codenamed ‘Wolf Fang’.” Miao Lian’s tone was tinged with nostalgia.

"Wolf Fang? But this badge is clearly a dog's head!" Xiao Zhuang pointed at the team emblem in the photo and asked in confusion.

Miao Lian was both amused and exasperated. She reached out and tapped his head: "What dog head? This is a wolf head! Look closely! We're called 'Wolf Fang,' and it's related to him!"

As he spoke, he pointed to a man in the photo with his chin held high and an imposing presence. “His name is He Zhijun. He was the captain of our ‘Wolf Fang’ reconnaissance brigade. Back then, his bravery and skill in battle earned him the awe and respect of the enemy, who called him ‘Wolf Fang’!”

Xiao Zhuang stared wide-eyed at He Zhijun in the photo, his heart filled with shock.

Miao Lian then pointed to the other people in the photo and introduced them one by one: "This is Xiao Gao, a lay disciple of Shaolin Temple. Back then, he was known as the 'First Reconnaissance Warrior on the Western Front'."

That's Company Commander Lei Keming. He used to be a music conductor, didn't you? After becoming a reconnaissance soldier, his style became colder and more ruthless than anyone else's..."

Looking at the group of tough guys in the photo, Xiao Zhuang couldn't help but ask, "Miao Lian, is this the legendary special forces?"

Miao Lian's eyes dimmed instantly, and his tone became low: "It can't be considered a real special forces unit, but it can be considered the ancestor of special forces. The 12th Reconnaissance Battalion back then was the predecessor of our military region's special forces unit now. They even had the same code name, 'Wolf Fang'."

"Miao Lian, you were so capable back then, why didn't you go to the special forces brigade, but instead came to our reconnaissance company?" Xiao Zhuang pressed.

Miao Lian stiffened for a moment and didn't answer the question. After a while, she said, "Don't ask anymore. Go get some water. I need to wash my face."

"Oh." Xiao Zhuang could tell that Miao Lian didn't want to say more, so he didn't press her further. He turned around, fetched a basin of hot water, and brought it to Miao Lian.

Miao Lian bent down and cupped the hot water in her hands to wash her face.

Xiao Zhuang stood to the side, waiting subconsciously, his movements much more natural than before.

Suddenly, with a loud "clang," something fell into the basin.

Xiao Zhuang was startled and quickly asked, "Miao Lian, what did you drop?"

Miao Lian closed his eyes, reached into the basin, and said as he did so, "Go get a clean cup."

Xiao Zhuang didn't dare to delay and quickly found a glass.

At this moment, Miao Lian took something out of the basin and threw it into the cup with a "clatter".

Xiao Zhuang leaned closer to take a look and was so frightened that he took a step back. Inside the cup was a fake eyeball!

Miao Lian kept her eyes closed and said in a flat tone, "Pour some hot water to disinfect."

Xiao Zhuang's hands were still trembling, but he still picked up the thermos and carefully poured some hot water into the cup.

He looked at Miao Lian, who picked up the prosthetic eyeball from the cup, skillfully put it back in its socket, rubbed it, and then slowly opened his eyes, saying casually, "It was blown up by shrapnel from that ingrate back then, it's nothing serious."

After saying that, he picked up the military cap on the table, put it on, turned around and walked out, getting into the car that was already waiting at the door.

The car slowly drove past the training ground, raising a cloud of dust, and gradually disappeared into the distance.

Xiao Zhuang stood there, silently watching the direction the car had disappeared, his eyes welling up with tears.

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Not far away, Chen Pai was demonstrating combat techniques.

He roared, pushed off with his feet, and charged toward the two soldiers holding the jars. Then he leaped into the air, his legs drawing a sharp arc in the air. With two loud bangs, the two jars were instantly shattered!
Immediately afterwards, he spun in the air and kicked another soldier's jar, shattering it. He landed steadily, his breathing still even.

The surrounding scouts immediately applauded and cheered, and Xiao Zhuang couldn't help but clap along, his palms turning red.

Chen Pai turned his head and saw him, a smile appearing on his face. He didn't say anything, but turned to his soldiers and asked, "Did you all see clearly?"

"We see it!" the soldiers shouted in unison, their voices deafening.

Chen Pai stretched out his leg, steadily hovering in mid-air, and began to explain: "In close combat, the role of the legs can be summarized by one idiom: extremely important! Hand-to-hand combat is a basic skill for us reconnaissance soldiers, and legwork is the most important of those basic skills! Do you all understand?"

"Understood!"

"Alright! Continue training!" At Chen Pai's command, the soldiers immediately rushed to the sandbags beside them, using both fists and feet, and the shouts of training once again echoed across the training ground.

Chen Pai's gaze swept across the training field, finally landing on Xiao Zhuang, his eyes sharp yet gentle.

Watching the soldiers train, Xiao Zhuang felt a fire burning in his heart. He eagerly moved forward, but hesitated several times before finally mustering up the courage to speak: "Platoon...platoon leader."

Chen Pai turned around: "What's wrong? Is something the matter?"

Xiao Zhuang clenched his fists, his voice tinged with urgency: "Platoon leader, I... can I train with you? I've already finished cleaning the company headquarters, and I want to practice combat and physical fitness with everyone!"

Chen Pai looked at him and suddenly laughed: "Didn't you say before that you didn't want to be a soldier? Why do you want to train now?"

"I... I felt really awkward standing on the sidelines while everyone else was training. I felt like something was missing." Xiao Zhuang scratched his head, his tone sincere.

Chen Pai nodded, his tone becoming serious: "Alright! If you want to train, then join the ranks and train with everyone!"

"Hey! Thank you, platoon leader!"

Xiao Zhuang felt that this was the life of a man, full of sweat and blood.

His art became something ethereal and intangible on the tree; only the impact of his fist on the sandbag gave him a real tactile feedback.

boom!
Suddenly, a deafening explosion rang out.

Everyone stopped and looked into the distance, bewildered.

"What's that sound?" Chen Pai rushed forward and shouted, "Everyone stay where you are! No one is allowed to wander off!"

After saying that, he took off running towards the direction of the explosion.

Xiao Zhuang and the others looked at each other blankly. The sound was so loud in broad daylight; could it be that something had exploded?

Xiao Zhuang winked. "Why don't we go take a look? Maybe we can help."

Chen Xiwa immediately stopped him, saying, "The platoon leader told us to stay where we are and not to move around. Are you planning to make a mistake?"

Xiao Zhuang was a lively college student who longed for freedom. "Hey, why don't we go help out with something this big? Look, all the other classes have gone to check. It's so boring to stay put."

After saying that, Xiao Zhuang raised his arms to his chest and ran over.

-

The Great Merit Regiment saw flames and explosions for the first time.

Feng Yuxiu stood on the training ground, staring at the soldiers of the Seventh Company. The platoon leader in front of him held a grenade in his hand.

"Company commander, even if this thing is a blank, it can still hurt people if it explodes." The third platoon leader was somewhat inexplicably afraid.

Feng Yuxiu said expressionlessly, "Did you come to explain things to me? Throw it away."

Organized by class, each class monitor threw a grenade into the crowd.

The soldiers of the Seventh Company, their faces pale with fright from the previous loud explosion, stared intently at the grenades falling from the sky.

"throw it out!"

Each class, acting as a collective, grabbed the grenades and threw them into the sandpit in the distance.

Boom boom boom!
The sounds of explosions continued incessantly.

The company and platoon leaders outside the training ground were all stunned.

"It's not time to practice throwing yet. Even if it were, how would we practice on the training field?"

"I thought it was something else, it startled me, let's go, let's go."

Feng Yuxiu watched as the soldiers skillfully caught and threw the grenades. He silently picked one up from the ground, his expression somewhat solemn.

After the platoon leader threw it out in the first round, Feng Yuxiu pulled out the bolt and threw it at the very back.

"There's another one over there!"

The object was thrown more than thirty meters away, so they only realized what was happening when they saw it explode.

Rumble!
A sandstorm rose 30 meters high from the sandpit.

The platoon and company commanders who were about to leave were completely stunned.

The soldiers of the Seventh Company, who had been relaxed, were now stunned as they stared at the dust storm that was falling.

"Live...live...live ammunition..."

A soldier sat slumped on the ground, the one closest to the scene.

The platoon leader of the 7th Company stared blankly at Feng Yuxiu, tilting his head like a puppet.

"madman……"

Feng Yuxiu shouted loudly, "Remember, I'm holding live ammunition. You'd better watch carefully and make sure you're on the right track. I won't throw it this far next time!"

The platoon and squad leaders gritted their teeth and threw blank rounds into the crowd.

The soldiers of the 7th Company tensed up, grabbed the grenades that had fallen to the ground, and threw them into the blasting sandpit.

But as soon as they finished throwing, they were no longer relaxed. They all turned their heads and stared intently at Feng Yuxiu, who was standing in the distance.

This time, Feng Yuxiu did not have any bombs.

"continue!"

Feng Yuxiu shouted.

This time, he bent down, picked up a grenade, and weighed it in his hand.

So, the veterans watching from a distance saw that the soldiers of the Seventh Company were pale and sweating profusely.

"Attention everyone!! Watch out for the projectiles the company commander is carrying!!"

"Everyone scatter! Don't grab it! You must throw it out immediately!!"

They kept their distance and stared at Feng Yuxiu as if facing a formidable enemy.

"Is this some kind of courage training? Isn't this supposed to be a subject for raw recruits? Why is this company commander doing this to veterans too? And with live ammunition!"

"They're fucking incredibly audacious. If these soldiers make even the slightest mistake... so many of them..."

But then, Feng Yuxiu never threw it. Instead, every time the platoon leader threw it, he would raise his arm, making the soldiers of the Seventh Company tense up.

After the training, these veterans were almost completely exhausted. The intense focus they had put on them was extremely taxing on their mental and physical strength.

Feng Yuxiu finally threw down the grenade in his hand, but instead poured it into the ammunition box at his feet.

"Look at your behavior! You call yourselves veterans and elites! You're jumping around like a bunch of crabs! What do you know about coordinated operations? Starting tomorrow, train according to the physical training curriculum!"

The faces of all the platoon and squad leaders and veterans changed.

Because the training mission devised by Feng Yuxiu was... extremely perverted and twisted!
Even the most hardworking old ox would have to lie down and pant heavily.

They also understood that the good days for the Seventh Company were over, and they could no longer leisurely chat after training.

(End of this chapter)