Soldiers Assault: Starting from the 7th Steel Company

Chapter 184 The dust has settled!

When the outcome of JQ's case came down, Chen Jiang was still attending a meeting of platoon and squad leaders in the Seventh Company, where the topic of discussion was how to further improve the Seventh Company's combat effectiveness.
"The Sun Keming incident is a lesson, but it was also an accident and should not be a reason for us to lower our training standards."

Chen Jiang's voice wasn't loud, but it instantly silenced the entire conference room.

He looked around, his gaze lingering on the faces of each squad leader for a moment. "The year-end assessment is just around the corner. It'll be all about giving it your all then. We don't have time to waste."

"Deputy Battalion Commander, the soldiers have been training at high intensity for three consecutive days! This morning, three soldiers from the third squad vomited after running the five-kilometer run!"

Someone spoke, and the air in the conference room instantly froze.

Chen Jiang noticed that even Jiang Fahui, who had always supported him, had lowered his head, his fingers nervously rubbing the edge of his teacup.

The water in the teacup had long since cooled, and his furrowed brows were reflected on the surface.

"Report!" The platoon leader cleared his throat. "Last week's shooting training saw the entire company's average score drop by 5 percentage points. The medical room says it's muscle strain caused by fatigue."

Chen Jiang's gaze swept over the spot on the wall where the banner used to hang—the red flag of the "Steel Seventh Company" used to hang there. The old company commander always emphasized: "The soul of the Seventh Company lies in the word 'fighting'."

Just as the discussion reached a stalemate, Chen Jiang's phone suddenly vibrated.

The name "Gao Cheng" on the caller ID caused his pupils to contract slightly.

The moment the speakerphone button was pressed, Gao Cheng's hearty laughter filled the entire conference room:

"Old Chen! Good news! The higher-ups have decided not to punish Sun Keming in this case!"

The conference room suddenly exploded.

The platoon and squad leaders looked at each other in bewilderment, and the sound of teacups being knocked over echoed around them.

Chen Jiang saw Jiang Fazhi's pen fall onto the meeting minutes with a "thud," leaving a bluish-black ink stain.

“The leaders have emphasized,” Gao Cheng’s voice came through the loudspeaker, “that the Seventh Company’s training direction is absolutely correct, and we must maintain this spirit of ‘carrying the red flag whenever we see it and striving for first place whenever we see it!’ However,” came the sound of papers turning on the other end of the phone, “we must pay attention to scientific training methods to ensure that similar situations do not happen again.”

After hanging up the phone, Chen Jiang slowly stood up.

Sunlight streamed in through the gaps in the blinds, casting fine dappled patterns on his angular face. He noticed Wang Jianjun's Adam's apple bobbing up and down, and Jiang Fazhi's fingers tapping unconsciously on the table—a small, tense gesture they made when nervous.

"Now," Chen Jiang's voice was somewhat hoarse, "who still objects to my training approach?"

Although he could have used his position to demand that people follow orders, it was better to work on their mindset beforehand.

Sure enough, the squad and platoon leaders were all embarrassed to show their support, and Jiang Fashi also stood up to pledge his loyalty, "Deputy Battalion Commander Chen, I'll listen to you."

Once everyone was on the same page, Chen Jiang didn't want to waste a single minute. He quickly assembled the team and began his "devilish" training.

He had a batch of 95-grade red bricks brought to the training ground. At first, no one understood what the battalion commander was trying to do. Was he going to teach everyone how to build walls so they would have a skill to make a living after they retired from the army?
"Comrades, do you know what this is?" Chen Jiang held up one of the bricks.

"Know!"

"Bricks, huh?"

Chen Jiang waved the red brick in his hand. "This brick is called a 95 brick. It is the most common building material. Each brick weighs about 5 kilograms. We are going to use it to train our arm strength and endurance!"

He raised a brick in each hand, firmly planted himself in a horse stance, and pushed the bricks out horizontally.

"Do it with me!"

With the battalion commander giving the order, the men below naturally had no reason to refuse.

To be honest, two bricks only weigh about ten pounds, which is nothing to the soldiers of the Seventh Company.

Therefore, everyone had relaxed expressions on their faces.

But the laughter soon faded, because Chen Jiang only told everyone to push forward in a horse stance, without ever telling them to stop.

That's how it is in the army. If the commander doesn't call a stop, you'll walk over even if there's a wall in front of you, let alone just making everyone stand in a horse stance and hold two bricks horizontally.

A few minutes later, most people's arms began to tremble violently, and the faces of a few individuals, such as Jiang Fahui, were even more ashen than if they were crying.

In contrast, Chen Jiang seemed calm and collected. Of course, there were also some formidable figures in the team, such as He Chenguang, Wang Yanbing, and Li Erniu, who were all top talents and didn't have any major problems.

Ten minutes passed, and most of the Seventh Company members could no longer hold on.

At 15 minutes, only four players remained on the field.

Wang Yanbing's temples were bulging with veins, and Li Erniu's lips were bitten until they bled.

He Chenguang's posture remained perfect, but Chen Jiang keenly noticed that his fingertips had turned white—a sign of poor blood circulation.

"Hold on!" Chen Jiang shouted in a low voice.

His voice seemed to come from a very far place, and He Chenguang vaguely recalled the scene when his grandfather taught him to practice horse stance.

After 20 minutes, only Chen Jiang and He Chenguang were still continuing.
Chen Jiang knew that He Chenguang had practiced martial arts since he was a child. One of the skills in martial arts is to master the horse stance so that the lower body can be solid. But now that two bricks have been added, it is still a bit difficult.

Chen Jiang himself, mainly due to years of special forces training, had long been full of strength, and with the system's support, his endurance was astonishing.

Besides, he had only shown everyone his first move. What would happen if he lost to He Chenguang?

So he had to persevere.

Although He Chenguang appeared indifferent, he was actually struggling to keep going.

The weight of ten pounds is not bad, but it can't last this long. Due to the leverage, my waist is very sore, not to mention my arms.

Especially the point of leverage for this brick, which he relied entirely on his fingers, had become numb long ago after holding on for so long.

He even suspected that the battalion commander might have practiced Eagle Claw Kung Fu, otherwise how could he be so awesome?
After about 25 minutes, he was sweating profusely and simply couldn't hold on any longer.

"Bang!" He Chenguang's brick suddenly fell to the ground, creating a small crater in the sand.

He knelt on one knee, panting heavily, sweat dripping from his chin onto the sand, where it was immediately absorbed.

Chen Jiang calmly persisted for another 30 minutes before casually putting down his arm.

His training uniform was completely soaked, clinging to his back, but his breathing remained steady. The soldiers were astonished to find five clear fingerprints on the two red bricks Chen Jiang slowly lowered—marks left from a prolonged, intense grip. Needless to say, He Chenguang ultimately conceded defeat amidst the frenzied cheers of the Seventh Company.

"What do you think?"

"Battalion Commander, you're amazing! What kind of kung fu is that?"

someone asked.

Chen Jiang proudly stated that this skill is not actually Eagle Claw Kung Fu. As long as you can withstand it, your arm strength and gripping power will be greatly enhanced, which will be very beneficial to everyone's shooting and fighting.

"seriously?"

People clearly didn't believe it.

"Then just send out a few people. I won't use my legs; I'll solve this problem with my arm strength," Chen Jiang said confidently.

Soldiers are all very competitive, and He Chenguang was the first to step forward. However, he told the others that he would challenge them to a one-on-one duel, and if anyone else wanted to join, they would have to get past him first.

He Chenguang has been very popular lately. During training, ordinary people can't get close to him at all, so although others are eager to try, no one dares to step forward rashly.

Chen Jiang smiled and beckoned to He Chenguang with his finger: "Come on, let me see what you're capable of."

He Chenguang took a deep breath, assumed a fighting stance, and suddenly lunged forward, his right fist aimed straight at Chen Jiang's chest.

Without dodging or avoiding, Chen Jiang raised his left hand and precisely grabbed He Chenguang's wrist. With a quick pull, He Chenguang felt a tremendous force and staggered forward two steps involuntarily.

Before he could regain his balance, Chen Jiang's other hand had already swiftly landed on his shoulder. With a quick tightening of his fingers, He Chenguang felt a numbness on one side of his body and was forced to kneel on one knee, unable to move.

"Hiss~" A collective gasp of cold air rose from the surrounding area.

He Chenguang gritted his teeth and struggled, but Chen Jiang's fingers were like iron clamps, firmly locking his shoulder joint, and even the slightest movement caused him severe pain.

"Are you admitting defeat?" Chen Jiang asked with a smile.

He Chenguang was not about to admit defeat, and said in a muffled voice, "Again!"

Unfortunately, no matter what methods he used, Chen Jiangjun was able to deflect them all, and he really didn't use his legs.

This is amazing!
Chen Jiang chuckled inwardly. His perception was exceptionally strong, giving him the upper hand in every confrontation. His strength and skills were on par with his opponent's, so how could he possibly lose?

In the end, after being thrown out again, He Chenguang could only reluctantly admit defeat.

Chen Jiang patted him on the shoulder: "Not bad, quick reaction, just a little lacking in strength."

He Chenguang rubbed his sore arms, feeling both admiration and resentment, and secretly resolved to strengthen his finger and arm strength training in the future.

At this moment, Wang Yanbing and Li Erniu exchanged a glance and suddenly rushed out at the same time: "Battalion Commander, let's go together!"

Chen Jiang raised an eyebrow: "Okay, let's go."

Wang Yanbing excels at agile grappling, while Li Erniu is a power-type fighter; the two flanked him from the left and right.

Wang Yanbing's whip kick sent a gust of wind through the air, but Chen Jiang dodged it as if he had anticipated it. The moment he grabbed Wang Yanbing's ankle, he felt the muscles in Wang Yanbing's calf suddenly tense—this kid was actually adjusting his center of gravity in mid-air to try and counterattack!
Li Erniu's attack came at just the right time. This sturdy young man from the countryside was like a calf, and Chen Jiang's pupils contracted slightly—he recognized this kind of cooperation, similar to "wolf pack tactics."

But when he placed his five fingers on Li Erniu's Baihui acupoint on the top of his head, the 160-pound strong man froze on the spot as if he had been struck by an acupuncture point.

“This is called ‘Thousand-Pound Drop’.” Chen Jiang released his grip and looked at the two soldiers whose faces were flushed. “The monks of Shaolin Temple used this move to subdue wild boars.”

Chen Jiang remained standing still. When Wang Yanbing swept his leg over, he suddenly reached out and grabbed Wang Yanbing's ankle, then swung him away, sending Wang Yanbing flying and nearly crashing into Li Erniu.

Taking advantage of the opportunity, Li Erniu lunged forward to hug Chen Jiang's waist, but Chen Jiang pressed down on his head with one hand, his five fingers exerting slight force. Li Erniu immediately felt his scalp tingle and froze on the spot, unable to exert any strength.

"What's going on?" Li Erniu was dumbfounded.

Chen Jiang laughed and released his grip: "This is called acupoint grappling, it's specifically designed to deal with brute force types like you."

The entire room fell silent; everyone was stunned.

"Anyone else want to try?" Chen Jiang looked around.

Seeing how formidable Chen Jiang was, how could the soldiers of the Seventh Company dare to charge?
At this moment, Chen Jiang nodded in satisfaction: "Remember, real fighting is not about brute force, but a combination of skill and strength. But basic skills are a prerequisite. Without them, you can't do anything! Once you've mastered these, we can move on to digital things, and that will be much more efficient."

"Yes!" the crowd responded in unison, their eyes filled with admiration and fighting spirit.

Next, Chen Jiang began to teach everyone how to train themselves using simple 95 bricks, including methods such as raising them horizontally and alternately pushing them out horizontally.

Most people can only push about 100 times at a time at the beginning. If they persist for three hours, backaches and sore waists are the least of their problems. They can't even hold their rice bowl.

However, given time, one can train to push 800-1000 times in a single session, at which point the strength of one's lower body, arms, and fingers will be significantly improved.

A soldier asked Chen Jiang how many times he could push at once. Chen Jiang smiled awkwardly and said that he could only push about 5000 times at once, which was not considered strong. Some experts could push tens of thousands of times at once and persist for several hours. One palm strike could remove a piece of tree bark.

This left everyone speechless.

There's also "thousand-layer paper" training; at the beginning, after a few dozen punches, the skin would be broken and bleeding.

But in the end, your fists will be as hard as iron. Of course, to reach this level, your hands will be covered in calluses, and you'll have to peel off countless layers of skin. The hardships and exhaustion involved are indescribable.

In addition, Chen Jiang also demonstrated hard qigong techniques such as single-fist push-ups and breaking legs with a single kick while bound by steel wire, which was very exciting for everyone to watch.

He Chenguang had never been convinced by anyone before, especially in combat. Now, Chen Jiang had completely overwhelmed him in combat and shooting, which not only made him admire him wholeheartedly but also ignited his competitive spirit.

We must catch up with and even surpass Chen Jiang!

Wang Yanbing and Li Erniu were also thrilled by what they saw, and together with the others from the Seventh Company, they trained like crazy.

Practicing this kind of skill is not something that can be done overnight, so Chen Jiang did not sit idle during this period. He began to seek methods for the digital reform of the military.

The 702nd Regiment is a traditional army unit, and reforming it is much more difficult than reforming the A Battalion. Chen Jiang could only try to find a way to seek help from the military region. Fortunately, there is always a way out. Zhao Yide, the secretary of the leader, introduced him to the contact number of the equipment department. Unfortunately, he could not get through to the phone. In the end, he had no choice but to go to the office in person.

Zhao Yide was too busy to accompany Chen Jiang, so he asked an assistant to go with Chen Jiang. After much difficulty, they finally found the director in charge of this work. The director was very straightforward. As soon as he heard that Zhao Yide had introduced him, he immediately called his top general to take charge of the work.

When the visitor pushed open the office door, both Chen Jiang and the visitor were stunned, because they knew each other.
(End of this chapter)