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

Chapter 490 Chen Pai's Pain, Feng Yuxiu's Move
"Rookie Number Twenty-Nine, how do you interpret your captain's words?"

The high school team was only momentarily distracted; they quickly recovered and continued questioning each other through the loudspeaker.

As he advanced, Number Twenty-Nine fired, blurting out, "I'll report this to my superiors! This violates the Geneva Convention!"

Gao Zhong slowly gripped the horn handle with his right hand, somewhat bewildered by Feng Yuxiu's question.

This person has an extremely aggressive personality, and their methods are far too extreme.

"Number 28, your team members are disobeying you, saying your decisions will violate the Geneva Convention. How would you command them?"

Feng Yuxiu remained calm. "My idea is that, assuming our troops intervene on a foreign battlefield and it concerns the safety of our country, then everything in that foreign country becomes the enemy."

"Therefore, let me correct you. In wars like this, there are no hostages... In 1938, during the Japanese invasion of China, those seemingly harmless people in the Japanese-controlled city of Nichibashi took up arms and became soldiers."

The high school team leader sneered, "You're quite good at sophistry. I always thought you were just a brute."

"Number 29, withdraw!"

Number 29 was stunned for a moment, then shouted, "Why? I'm not convinced?"

The high school captain stared at him coldly, "Tell me loudly, what is a soldier's duty?"

Number 29 stammered.

"A soldier's duty is to obey orders from superiors! In war, no matter what orders are given, you must obey unconditionally! Quit!"

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A single small test eliminated half the team, including veterans from the Seventh Company who had made great contributions.

The problem with the high school team is that they are becoming increasingly difficult; if you are not up to standard, you will be eliminated on the spot.

Feng Yuxiu's response to the question frightened Chen Pai and the others; it wasn't the answer to the question, but rather the high school team leader's reaction.

Could this be the operational method of special forces? Using special tactics to command during special periods?
Their mindset is still stuck in the grassroots level: Yes!
The next day, looking at the rookies who had been eliminated halfway through, the high school team began special shooting training.

Holding a Type 56 semi-automatic rifle, he looked around and said, “Shooting is a science and a beautiful art. The three-point alignment is basic common sense in your grassroots units. Everyone knows how to use this method.”

"Of course, if you are content to be a squad leader in a grassroots unit, then this shooting method is sufficient for your teaching and management."

The rookies stared excitedly at Captain Gao, who had come to the special forces to witness his unpredictable shooting skills in every exercise.

"We've finally arrived at the key point!" Chen Pai exclaimed excitedly.

Geng Jihui, Deng Zhenhua, and Shi Dafan all looked on with anticipation, stroking the Type 56 semi-automatic car with great interest.

The high school captain spoke coldly, "So, as I just said, shooting is a science. Where does that mainly manifest itself?"

The next second, he suddenly turned around, loaded his gun, and fired in bursts at four locations: 100 meters, 200 meters, 300 meters, and 400 meters.

The hanging balloons all popped open with a series of pops.

After the high-ranking officer withdrew his gun, he bent down to pick up a spent cartridge case, then picked up a bullet and began to explain, "A bullet is very simple. It consists of a bullet and a casing, with gunpowder inside. Pulling the trigger fires the bullet. This is the philosophy of your grassroots units."

"But special forces soldiers can't do that. You must learn ballistics after shooting, the arc of the bullet in the air, its initial velocity, how kinetic energy is consumed, how far it takes to consume energy, and how to kill the enemy instead of seriously injuring them."

"And you must know the optimal solution for the flight path and the target path. This includes atmospheric pressure, air density, humidity, wind speed, etc..."

These theoretical concepts left all the novices speechless.

Chen Xiwa looked utterly helpless and panicked.

It turns out that shooting is not just about pulling the trigger; there are so many complicated and tedious aspects involved.

They instantly felt their brains couldn't keep up, and even their foreheads started to throb with pain.

The high school captain picked up his rifle and, still with a cold expression, began to explain, "You also need to understand the basics of firearms and equipment, such as the density of gunpowder loading, the weight and shape of bullets, and the density of the barrel. Because once you go out into combat, you will sometimes face the challenge of making tactical modifications to your weapons."

"Of course, in special forces, your rational modifications cannot damage the weapons, otherwise you'll be sent back."

Feng Yuxiu narrowed his eyes. The introduction of Captain Gao was the most detailed he had ever seen in the three military regions.

Yuan Lang directly instructed you to feed him bullets and have special forces experts give lectures.

Fan Tianlei's red blood cells also follow this principle.

Of course, they are training real special forces soldiers, and most of the rookies standing here will still be eliminated.

The high school captain placed the rifle on his left arm and his right hand on the trigger. "Besides air humidity and density, wind resistance, shooting also involves the sniper's pulse, leg tremors, and breathing rate. Even a slight problem with these can cause the target to be missed by several meters."

"You must learn this: from the moment you step into the special forces, you must put in a hundred times more effort than anyone else to become a qualified member."

"You only admire the glory of special forces soldiers, but you can't imagine the hardships they endure behind the scenes!"

"You, get out of the queue!"

The high school team pointed at Deng Zhenhua.

Deng Zhenhua stepped forward. "Yes."

"Run out from here and start shooting as fast as you can. Target the red balloon 50 meters away."

Deng Zhenhua picked up his rifle, loaded it, and quickly ran up to begin firing.

boom!
With one shot, the gunner jumped and hit the wooden plank next to the balloon.

Deng Zhenhua was stunned, somewhat unable to accept that he was so bad at the game.

The high school captain grabbed his rifle and loaded it with a bullet.

Then he suddenly took off and sprinted forward. When he was still a few meters away from the finish line, he used the momentum to twist his body and quickly took small, backward steps.

In just a few meters, he steadied himself with those small, quick steps and fired his gun.

With a bang, the balloon fifty meters away burst.

The new recruits nearby were completely dumbfounded, their eyes wide open.

The high school team leader turned around, pointed at them, and said, "This is the most basic method for special forces soldiers to fire quickly while running! You still have a lot to learn! Don't think that giving you a Type 56 semi-automatic rifle is just to fool you elites."

Trying to walk before you've even learned to crawl, or running before you can walk steadily? You're far from it!

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As night fell, Feng Yuxiu got up and stood outside the dormitory, where sentries were on guard in the distance.

Suddenly, a panting sound came from the left. Feng Yuxiu walked over and saw Chen Pai doing sit-ups and physical training.

"Captain." Chen Pai immediately stood up and saluted.

Feng Yuxiu nodded, leaning against the tree trunk, "You work very hard, harder than most soldiers I've ever seen."

Chen Pai shook his head. "It's not enough. After seeing the high school team's training today, I felt that all my efforts were meaningless. I have to start from scratch. But I also have the perseverance to start from scratch. If I can't finish, I'll play like my life depends on it."

Feng Yuxiu stared at Chen Pai without saying a word. Chen Pai felt uneasy under his gaze. "Captain, is something the matter?"

Feng Yuxiu glanced back at Chen Pai, then looked at him again. "Now that things have come to this, tell me, what's wrong with your health?"

Chen Pai opened his mouth as if to refute.

Feng Yuxiu waved his hand, "I understand the structure of the human head better than anyone else, including how to exert force and how to walk normally. You are a soldier with extreme endurance, but your body does not lie."

After a long silence, Chen Pai raised his head. "I don't know if you've heard of ankylosing spondylitis, but I've known about this disease for a year now. But I can't tell anyone. The special forces are my lifelong dream!"

"I started preparing in high school. After all these years, unless I collapse and never get up again, I am determined to become a special forces soldier."

The burning passion and determination in Chen Pai's eyes moved Feng Yuxiu, but it was the first time he had ever heard of this disease.

After all, who has the time to spend all day researching diseases?

“This thing can’t be cured…and as time goes on, I’m afraid that even a slight fall could break a bone, and sooner or later I’ll be bedridden and unable to get up. That’s not the life I want, I can’t live like that.”

Chen Pai's eyes were filled with tears, "This is my dream for many years... I..."

His emotional words were interrupted by Feng Yuxiu, who frowned and squatted down next to Chen Pai, constantly kneading his bones with both hands.

"team leader……"

Chen Pai opened his mouth.

Feng Yuxiu pressed down on Chen Pai, pressing his right knee against Chen Pai's waist.

"Does it hurt here?"

"A bit..."

"What about here?"

"It's gotten a little worse..."

"So, what about here?"

"Ouch! Ouch!!" Chen Pai's whole body started to twist and turn.

Feng Yuxiu stood up and thought about it carefully. "I thought it was something else. Although I've never heard of this soldier, your spine has only become slightly curved in the past year... It's treatable."

Chen Pai looked up in disbelief, staring at Feng Yuxiu in astonishment. "I checked modern medical records..."

"Forget all that. If modern medicine were the only authoritative source of knowledge, people would just be waiting to die. People yearn for life, not death."

Feng Yuxiu thought for a moment, then picked up a few needles from his trouser leg and quickly stuck them into Chen Pai's back, then began to pry and manipulate his spine and ribs.

Click click click.

Chen Pai felt as if his bones and flesh were separating, and an uncontrollable pulling sensation made him widen his eyes.

"Captain...I...I think I'm going to die..." Chen Pai gasped for breath.

"Crack!"

Feng Yuxiu suddenly struck Chen Pai's spine with his elbow, and in an instant, Chen Pai felt his heavy body become exceptionally light.

The bones that were originally sore, cold, and tingling became soft and comfortable.

Feng Yuxiu stood up and clapped his hands. "After a while, it should be fine. But I advise you... don't engage in any strenuous physical contact, or you'll be paralyzed here."

"If you quit now, you can try again in a year to join the special forces. With your efforts and qualities, you can definitely get in. It's just a matter of a year later."

Chen Pai silently stood up. "There's no time left. It's not going to be easy to get promoted in the third phase. Either join the special forces or go back to your original profession."

"This is my last chance."

Feng Yuxiu took a deep breath. "If you were crippled and bedridden, what would your dreams become?"

Chen Pai remained silent, gazing quietly at the distant woods shrouded in darkness.

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Under the camouflage net, a group of raw recruits sat upright, their eyes fixed on the senior high school team in front of them.

As he fiddled with something in his hands, Captain Gao began, "Demolition is a basic skill that every team member must master. When we special forces operate behind enemy lines, we often have to rely on demolitions to solve problems."

In addition, in urban warfare and counter-terrorism operations, it is often necessary to break down doors and blow up walls at specific locations in order to advance.

He paused, then continued, "We special forces soldiers often have to travel long distances in enemy territory, and we can only carry a limited amount of ammunition. So we also have to learn how to find usable materials and make our own explosives using local resources if there are no readily available explosives, so we can get the demolition work done."

As he spoke, Gao Zhong pulled out a bunch of daily necessities from his bag, including shampoo, soap, and preservatives in food, and quickly put them together.

After he finished, he held it up and asked, "Do you know what this is?"

The new recruits stared at the pile of things, knowing full well that it must be a bomb, but none of them dared to utter a sound.

Xiao Zhuang couldn't help but ask, "Just how powerful is this thing?"

The high school team leader grinned, took some tape, stuck an old cell phone to the pile of bombs, and handed it to him: "Go and put it in that old car."

Xiao Zhuang quickly took it, then ran as fast as he could towards the dilapidated jeep a hundred meters away. He threw it down in front of it and ran back.

The other team members were watching from behind the high school team.

The high school team member picked up a megaphone and shouted, "Alright, get back here right now!"

As soon as Xiao Zhuang ran back to the team, Gao Zhong took out his phone and dialed a number.

The old cell phone in the car immediately rang, followed by a loud bang. The entire car was blown away and instantly turned into a huge fireball, with scrap metal falling down with a crackling sound.

The new recruits were all dumbfounded. Deng Zhenhua blinked and muttered, "Did I see that right? That vehicle just exploded like that?"

Shi Dafan chuckled beside him: "You're not mistaken, this thing is much more powerful than a firecracker."

The high school team leader looked completely at ease and said with a smile, "Your first lesson in demolition is chemistry and physics. I know that many of you new recruits are not well-educated, and those from rural areas may not have even finished high school. But there's no way around it. If you want to come back alive from future missions, those who aren't smart enough should quit as soon as possible."

He pointed to his head. "Remember this, the most valuable weapon for special forces is this! If you think you're stupid, don't waste your time here, just leave."

The weak are not tolerated here. No commander wants to see his men sent back as corpses, and most of the time, they can't even retrieve the bodies.

Only the strongest of the strong can become special forces soldiers! And being strong isn't just about physical ability; more importantly, it's about whether you're smart enough!

He scanned everyone and continued, "Now you understand, right? We don't need super soldiers, nor do we need someone like Rambo who only relies on brute force. We need someone who combines intelligence and physical ability, wit and brains, loyalty and cunning, plus solid training and suitable equipment, to be considered qualified."

"Among you is an absolute king of soldiers, perhaps all of you combined are no match for him. All of this is the model of special forces, and your goal is to become an all-rounder."

"Being a special forces soldier isn't something to be taken lightly, nor is it something you can just endure by gritting your teeth, eating your fill, and persevering."

"You... must become the most well-rounded and powerful soldiers on Earth! This is what special forces soldiers are all about!"

(End of this chapter)