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

Chapter 467 Old Cannon, where are you lying there like a corpse?
Half past ten in the evening.

Feng Yuxiu stood in front of the Seventh Company's dormitory, looking at the reconnaissance soldiers who could barely stand, and sneered, "A bunch of scum. You used to have it easy by just coasting along. Now, if you put in a little more effort, you'll be like dead dogs."

"You call yourselves veterans? Any young person you pick off the street could run faster than you."

The three platoon leaders rolled their eyes inwardly.

Is it just a slight increase in intensity? Five kilometers became thirty kilometers, and all sorts of unfamiliar training exercises were introduced one after another.

They said the rock climbing wasn't high enough, so they added three more levels.

The training sessions, which lasted for sixteen consecutive hours, were all different. They now missed the intensity of the previous training immensely, and no one would complain about how tiring it was anymore.

That was an incredibly enjoyable workout.

"Everyone, dismissed for a rest! We'll meet again at 5 a.m. tomorrow to continue training. Of course, I'll give you a surprise. Platoon leaders and company commanders, hold a meeting."

The soldiers at the grassroots level beamed with joy, instantly forgetting the day's torment and physical strain.

All the squad and platoon leaders had long faces, as if someone owed them tens of thousands of dollars.

Yesterday, they were secretly muttering that the new company commander didn't care about anything and would definitely leave in a few days.

Only someone who's only here temporarily and about to leave would be so perfunctory.

But today they realized they were wrong, terribly wrong.

From 10:45 to 12:30 at night, all the squad and platoon leaders came out and their previous exhaustion vanished; everyone wore the same expression.

at a loss.

Although they were physically exhausted and mentally weary, they stood at the entrance of the company headquarters looking at each other.

After a long while, the third platoon leader finally spoke, "Our company commander... is fucking awesome. No wonder he's a 24-year-old captain. I can't even understand his lectures."

Yes, Feng Yuxiu gave a general overview of the special subjects taught by Old A and the Red Cell Group, including intelligence, shooting, ambush, and all the military exercises they had participated in, as well as modern warfare offense and defense.

He didn't even realize how knowledgeable he was until he started talking, and he managed to finish explaining about a tenth of it.

I don't know when it started, but he actually became an expert in military command.

Few people in the entire Southeast Military Region have his resume, such rich experience in large-scale actual combat in modern society.

Coupled with Feng Yuxiu's highly aggressive tactics, the minds of these platoon and squad leaders were thoroughly shaken.

From tonight onwards, they had no more complaints, and Feng Yuxiu became the backbone of the Seventh Company, which had achieved great merit.

The strong are always subjugated and followed wherever they go.

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Which firing range is it? The soldiers of the reconnaissance company are firing. As the best company in the meritorious regiment, they have unlimited access to ammunition.

Every veteran knows that sharpshooters are made by feeding them bullets.

So the new recruits replaced the veterans of the previous batch, just like Bai Tiejun of the Steel Seventh Company, serving these sharpshooters as 'waiters' at the shooting range.

Chen Xiwa watched with envy as the reconnaissance soldier skillfully loaded and fired the rounds. "My goodness, my hand hurts from pressing the trigger. This must be at least five or six thousand rounds."

Zhuang Yan laughed and said, "I've read military books before. Good marksmen are made by feeding them bullets. Whether a marksman is accurate or not depends on personal talent and death-defying training. If a recruit is fed tens of thousands of bullets, he can definitely become a sharpshooter. There's nothing strange about that."

"Most people only practice gun-making for two years before going back to face the harsh realities of society."

Chen Xiwa clicked her tongue in amazement, "No wonder she's a company commander's secretary, her manner of speaking is so different."

Xiao Zhuang glared at him. "That's called a clerk, not a secretary. Miao Lian said that too. I never said anything that made so much sense."

Miao Lian rubbed his eyes and strode over, and the officers and soldiers who were shooting at the target all stood up and saluted.

Chen Pai blew a whistle, and the firing immediately stopped.

"Reporting to the company commander, the entire company is conducting shooting training. Please provide instructions! Duty officer: Platoon Leader Chen Guotao!"

Miao Lian returned the greeting, saying, "Please take a moment to rest."

Then he turned to Zhuang Yan and Chen Xiwa, who were standing to the side, and asked, "Didn't these two get hit?"

Chen Pai spoke up, "The commander of the military region's intelligence department is coming to inspect tomorrow, and the new recruits won't be participating in the performance. We don't have enough manpower, so we didn't fight."

Miao Lian glared at him. "Aren't new recruits supposed to be reconnaissance soldiers? Several companies in the entire regiment will be put on reconnaissance demonstrations. Since when have the soldiers in my reconnaissance company been differentiated like this?"

Chen Pai immediately shut his mouth.

“When the higher-ups come to inspect every year, you always put on a show. It’s all just a bunch of veterans filling in. Doesn’t the commander know that? Everyone knows about our performances. So tomorrow, let these two new recruits go on too. What’s the point of always having veterans fill in?”

Chen Xiwa swallowed hard. "Company commander...we...we've only ever handled guns...we can't aim..."

Miao Lian sneered, "Of course you're not the best, but you have courage, the fearlessness of a newborn calf."

He slowly looked at the entire company. "Everyone remembers that in war, everyone has to go up and fight to the death, not just one or two people. That's not war, that's suicide."

"I need you all, including the cooks who wash vegetables, to be top-notch scouts!"

"Yes!"

Everyone roared with all their might, the veins on their necks bulging.

"You are in the reconnaissance company, the best company in the entire regiment. Every soldier in the reconnaissance company is willing to fight tooth and nail. You will have to put in dozens of times more effort than other companies just to stand firm."

"In our reconnaissance company, we've never lacked talented soldiers; it's all about who works the hardest!"

As Zhuang Yan listened to Miao Lian's speech, he unconsciously turned his gaze to Chen Pai.

While they rest, Chen Pai trains; while they sleep, Chen Pai trains; while they get up early to wash up, Chen Pai has already run a five-kilometer race.

In all his years, Zhuang Yan had never seen anyone work harder than Chen Pai.

He was already convinced that Chen Pai was a promising talent for the special forces. If a soldier like him didn't get in, who would be qualified to get in?
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The next day, just as dawn broke, a red banner with yellow lettering on the training ground that read "Welcome the leaders of the Military Region Intelligence Department to visit and provide guidance" was already fluttering in the morning breeze.

All the officers and soldiers had their faces covered with thick camouflage paint, revealing only their sharp eyes and upright postures like pine trees.

Miao Lian, dressed in a brand-new, crisp camouflage uniform, his epaulets gleaming in the morning light, stood at the very front of the line.

Three SUVs sped by, kicking up dust, their tires churning the ground and breaking the morning's tranquility.

Chief Zhao and his entourage stepped out of the car steadily, their gazes scrutinizing and authoritative.

In the last vehicle, a shiny black military boot landed first, followed by a high school squad leader dressed in special forces camouflage and wearing a black beret, with the Wolf Fang Special Forces arm patch standing out prominently.

"Old Miao?" Gao Zhongdui caught sight of Miao Lian and a smile appeared on his lips.

"Old Gao, what brings you to my little place for an inspection today?" Miao Lian teased with a smile.

"Inspecting what? Just trying to make a living by following Chief Zhao!"

"Come on, you spend 22 yuan a day on food where you live, and you come to my place for 9.7 yuan, where you can only eat steamed buns as much as you want, to freeload?"

The two looked at each other and laughed, their hands clasped tightly, full of the tacit understanding of longtime comrades.

"We can begin," Chief Zhao said, his voice not loud but authoritative.

Miao Lian waved his hand and shouted, "Start!"

Chen, standing nearby, suddenly snapped to attention, his booming voice echoing across the training ground: "Yes, sir! Reconnaissance soldiers, prepare for firing!"

Several new recruits quickly stepped forward, their movements clumsy but revealing a spirit of not giving up.

Commander Zhao raised an eyebrow: "Why are you all privates? Old Miao, is your company short of men?"

"Private is also a soldier of my Night Tiger Company." Miao Lian said firmly, "If you want to know the true situation of the reconnaissance company, the private's performance is the most real and without any exaggeration."

Commander Zhao nodded approvingly: "Interesting. This is the first time I've seen a private give a report. Let's begin."

"Fire!" Platoon Leader Chen gave the order again, and the two new recruits immediately got into position.

Off the field, high school officers and other officers held binoculars, their eyes focused and sharp.

Among the crowd, Xiao Zhuang stood out. He raised his gun, aimed, and fired in one smooth motion, with astonishing speed and perfect composure.

Commander Zhao put down his binoculars and asked Miao Lian in surprise, "Are these two really new recruits?"

"Absolutely true, I just joined the army not long ago." Miao Lian nodded with a smile.

"Is that kid over there also?" Chief Zhao's gaze remained fixed on Xiao Zhuang.

“That’s right, his name is Xiao Zhuang, and he’s the most outstanding among this batch of new recruits,” Miao Lian said proudly.

Commander Zhao raised an eyebrow in suspicion: "You wouldn't have had a veteran changed to a private's rank to fool me, would you?"

Miao Lian's smile vanished, and he said seriously, "I, Old Miao, have been in the army for so many years, I would never do such a thing! You'll see what a private is capable of after you see it."

Soon, Xiao Zhuang crossed the finish line first, neatly put away his gun and stood still, his chest rising and falling slightly, his eyes still firm.

Chen Xiwa followed closely behind, gritting her teeth and persevering to the end.

"Let them come over," Commander Zhao ordered.

Chen Pai gave the order, and two new recruits ran to their commander and stood at attention with a snap.

"Take off your helmet." Commander Zhao looked at Xiao Zhuang. Xiao Zhuang took off his helmet, revealing a face covered in camouflage paint, his childishness and naivety still evident in his eyes.

"how old are you?"

“Reporting, sir! Seventeen years old!” Xiao Zhuang’s voice was loud and clear.

Commander Zhao nodded repeatedly in admiration: "You are a promising young man! You are the youngest rapid-fire sharpshooter I have ever seen!"

Standing to the side, Captain Gao glanced at Xiao Zhuang indifferently, a slight smirk playing on his lips, revealing the arrogance of a special forces officer.

"Thank you for the compliment, sir!" Xiao Zhuang straightened his back even more.

Miao Lian added, "This kid was a college student studying art before joining the army. I never expected him to be so talented in shooting after enlisting."

Commander Zhao asked in surprise, "Oh? You're the college student recruit who clashed with the squad leader and even hit him?"

"Yes!" Xiao Zhuang readily admitted without hesitation.

Commander Zhao smiled and praised, "Good! You have both a temper and the ability! Keep up the good work, I'll always keep an eye on you!"

Xiao Zhuang raised his hand in a salute: "Thank you, sir! I promise I will not let you down!"

Commander Zhao turned to Gao Zhong and asked, "Gao Zhong."

"Here!" the high school team member replied with a straight posture.

"Look at this kid, how about he joins your special forces?" Commander Zhao asked tentatively, pointing at Xiao Zhuang.

The senior officer replied solemnly, "Reporting, sir! Special forces have a strict selection process. This is an order you personally signed three years ago, and the entire army must abide by it! You said that the special forces are the sharpest blade to protect our country, and we must never allow backdoor recruits or recruits with connections to infiltrate and create bad practices!"

Chief Zhao couldn't help but laugh: "So you had this in mind all along, waiting for me to say it?"

Xiao Zhuang, who overheard the conversation, muttered resentfully, "Who cares to go!"

Although the sound was faint, it was picked up by the high school team members with their excellent hearing.

The high school team leader turned his head, his gaze shooting towards Xiao Zhuang like a sharp sword, carrying a sense of oppression.

Chief Zhao sensed something was amiss and pressed, "What did you just say?"

Xiao Zhuang's heart tightened, and he immediately straightened his back and replied loudly, "Reporting to the commander. What I mean is, since the commander of the special forces is here, why don't we ask the commander to show us his skills and let us infantry reconnaissance soldiers broaden our horizons and learn some real abilities!"

Miao Lian glared at Xiao Zhuang: "Xiao Zhuang! How dare you talk like that, you have no manners!"

Commander Zhao waved his hand with a smile and looked at Captain Gao, teasingly saying, "Look, that young soldier isn't convinced by you."

Gao Zhong smiled and calmly said, "I will follow the leader's instructions."

"Then you two exchange ideas and have a competition, so that the children can broaden their horizons."

The senior team leader shook his head slightly: "Compared to the new recruits, even if we win, it's not a fair victory, and people will laugh at us if word gets out."

He looked at Xiao Zhuang and said with a provocative smile, "But since the leader has spoken, I'll have a 'chat' with you."

The high school team leader took off his black beret and pinned it to his epaulettes, then asked Miao Lian, "Old Miao, do you have any beer bottles?"

“There’s a pile over there, which the soldiers usually use to practice their arm strength and hammer things,” Miao Lian pointed to the corner.

"Get two soldiers over here to help throw it."

Miao Lian smiled wryly and helplessly: "You brat, you're clearly making things difficult for my soldiers on my turf!"

"You're the one who told me to cause trouble, and now you regret it?" Gao Zhong asked with a smile.

"Enough with the nonsense! You two, go and get the beer bottles!" Miao Lian ordered the soldiers around him.

After carefully inspecting the automatic rifle handed to him by Xiao Zhuang, Gao Zhongdui remarked, "It's been a long time since I've handled a Type 81 rifle. I miss it a bit."

Xiao Zhuang handed over the magazine, saying defiantly, "I calibrated the gun; you can try it again if you're not sure."

The high school captain waved his hand and pointed to his chest: "Shooting doesn't rely on your eyes, it relies on the accuracy in your heart and the feel for it that you've had for years."

After saying that, he held the gun with both hands, took a deep breath, and shouted, "Good!"

"Throw it!" Miao Lian waved his hand and gave the order.

A soldier picked up a beer bottle and threw it forcefully into the air; the bottle spun rapidly in an arc.

Just as the bottle was about to reach its highest point, the high school captain raised his gun and fired a shot. The bottle shattered instantly in mid-air, sending glass shards flying everywhere.

The scouts present were all stunned, and the training ground fell into a brief silence.

"Keep throwing! Throw a few more!" Miao Lian shouted angrily.

With a few crashes, several beer bottles were thrown into the air at the same time, scattering in all directions.

The high school team remained calm, and the gunshots rang out clearly and continuously.

After several loud bangs, all the bottles in the air were shattered, none of them falling to the ground.

"Next, try rapid fire on a moving target with one hand!" Captain Gao switched to holding the gun in his right hand, keeping a close eye on the bottle that was about to be thrown.

The soldier threw the bottle again, and he fired quickly. Several times, the bottle shattered.

"Switch hands!" he shouted, instantly switching the rifle to his left hand without disrupting his firing rhythm, and the bottles in mid-air shattered once again.

It was only then that the scouts realized what was happening, and thunderous applause and cheers erupted on the training ground.

Captain Gao put away his gun, smiled and waved his hand: "No need to applaud, these are just basic skills for special forces members, nothing to brag about."

Miao Lian looked at him, smiled wryly, and said to Chief Zhao, "Chief Zhao, you're not here to guide our work; you've clearly brought people here to 'stir things up'!"

Commander Zhao smiled and waved his hand apologetically: "Don't mention it! They were just taking the special forces officers to visit the various reconnaissance detachments to get a feel for this year's selections. This was just a private exchange, not a formal competition, so don't take it to heart."

The high school team leader also apologized to Miao Lian: "Old Miao, I'm sorry, I was a little too rough just now."

Miao Lian cursed, his voice tinged with resentment: "Damn it, if I had half of your training budget, every single one of my men would be better than yours!"

The high school team laughed heartily: "I told you long ago that this victory was unfair. This is nothing, just a trivial skill."

"Fine, see you at the annual exercise. I'll show you how to get back at you then!" Miao Lian said through gritted teeth.

"Okay, I'll be waiting!" the high school team leader readily agreed.

Commander Zhao glanced at his watch: "It's almost time. We still need to check on the other units."

He turned to look at Xiao Zhuang, his eyes gentle and encouraging, "Young man, don't be discouraged! These special forces veterans have been trained with countless bullets. They can wear out new guns in less than a year. They have more experience than you."

Xiao Zhuang immediately stood at attention, his eyes as firm as iron: "Reporting, sir! I will definitely surpass them!"

Upon hearing this, Gao Zhong was taken aback, staring intently at Xiao Zhuang, a look of surprise flashing in his eyes before he regained his composure.

Xiao Zhuang didn't look at him, but stared straight at Chief Zhao, his tone firm: "They are not heavenly soldiers and generals, they are made of flesh and blood just like us, so why can they do it but I can't?"

Commander Zhao nodded with satisfaction, full of praise: "Good! That's ambitious! I'll be waiting for that day to personally present you with the award!"

Xiao Zhuang saluted solemnly: "It's a deal!"

"What are you still standing here for? Get in the car and let's go! I heard that a new company commander has arrived at the Seventh Company of Great Merit. Let's go see what he's capable of."

Commander Zhao patted Captain Gao on the shoulder and smiled.

The group boarded the vehicle one after another, and the off-road vehicle started and drove away from the training ground.

The reconnaissance company soldiers stood in neat formation and saluted, watching the convoy disappear, their faces filled with complex emotions.

Miao Lian lowered his hand, slowly turned around, his gaze sweeping over the soldiers, his voice low and heavy: "You all saw it? You all saw it clearly?"

The soldiers roared in unison, filled with resentment and shame: "We saw it!"

Miao Lian looked up at the fluttering company flag, strode forward, ripped it off, and clenched it tightly in his hand. His tone was full of anger and disappointment: "Don't hang it anymore! From today onwards, the Night Tiger Company will have no company flag! We've been kicked to our doorstep, and you still have the nerve to hang a company flag? No face! You don't deserve to be called reconnaissance soldiers anymore, you don't deserve it!"

The soldiers were stung, and one by one they lowered their heads, trying their best to hold back their tears.

Miao Lian glared at them and continued his furious rebuke, his voice filled with suppressed rage: "Why are you all looking at me? You've embarrassed yourselves to the core, and you still have the nerve to look at me? Now that you're a reconnaissance soldier in the Great Merit Regiment, you think you're something special? Bullshit! You're always shouting in the camp, complaining about this and that, but when it comes down to it, you're all cowards!"

"Old Pao, what are you doing lying there like a corpse? Take all of you trash back!"

Miao Lian turned his head and saw Lao Pao standing there like a wooden stake, which made him furious.

"Report!" Xiao Zhuang suddenly roared, breaking the oppressive atmosphere.

"Speak!" Miao Lian looked at him, her tone still icy.

"Miao Lian, I will definitely surpass them! I will definitely get revenge for the Night Tigers!" Xiao Zhuang's voice was trembling with tears, but his determination was unwavering.

"Surpass? What makes you think you can surpass it? With your current abilities?" Miao Lian retorted, his tone skeptical.

"With the spirit of our Night Tiger Reconnaissance Company, we are sure to fight and win!" Xiao Zhuang shouted.

The soldiers, as if their fighting spirit had been ignited, raised their heads, their eyes burning with renewed fervor, and roared in unison: "We dare to fight, we will win! We dare to fight, we will win!"

Miao Lian looked at the scene before him, a slight smile playing on his lips, but he still sneered: "Fine, I'll wait and see. If you get surrounded and utterly defeated by the special forces in the annual exercise, then you can wrap up your 'Dare to Fight and Win' slogan and throw it into the latrine!"

After finishing his tirade, Miao Lian looked into the distance and shouted, "Everyone, follow me!"

Chen Pai followed and asked curiously, "Where is the company commander going?"

"Go and see how the other companies were defeated by Lao Gao. This is a sure way to test the quality of a company, and I also want to see how this new company commander of the Seventh Company performs."

"Yes, sir! Everyone stand at attention, turn left, target: Seventh Company training ground!"

(End of this chapter)