Gao Wu: Ten years of sparring experience, one move and the world knows him.

Chapter 150 First Test of Small Bullets in the Military Camp

The following day, the cold wind blew through the streets of Jeju, creating tiny whirlpools that swept litter onto the sidewalks on both sides of the street.

A special-shaped bus was parked in the plaza of the Jeju Martial Arts Association, and people were constantly carrying suitcases as they walked in.
Zhao Rui drove over and, amidst Qin Rui's reluctance and worry, got out of the SUV carrying his suitcase.

"Take the car back. I've spoken to the instructor; he won't let you go. Stay home and practice hard, and strive to break through to the Grandmaster realm as soon as possible!"

Zhao Rui gave her a few words of advice.

Just as he was about to turn and leave, Qin Rui flew into his arms, wrapped her arms around his neck, and kissed him.

Zhao Rui was slightly taken aback, but he didn't refuse and kissed her deeply.

After a long pause, Qin Rui blushed and moved her mouth away, but her eyes shone brightly as she said, "Take care of yourself, I'll be waiting for you!"

"Okay, I know, you too."

Zhao Rui touched her fair and delicate face, turned around, picked up his suitcase, and walked towards the meeting point without looking back.

There's no grand reason or special cause.

Whether it's going to the front lines or this kiss.

Just follow your heart.

Zhao Rui carried his luggage to the meeting point, took out his ID card, and handed it to the female staff member in front of him.

"Dongqi University?"

The staff verified Zhao Rui's identity and couldn't help but glance at him a couple more times.

They're unbelievably young.

Other units or organizations may have young people, but they are all over twenty-seven or twenty-eight years old.

But the one in front of me is only nineteen.

That's a bit of an exaggeration.

Most importantly, he's also kind of handsome!
Is it okay?

Seeing that the staff member was slightly stunned, Zhao Rui asked casually.

"Oh, sorry, that's fine, that's fine!"

The staff member blushed and quickly handed over his identification and related documents to Zhao Rui.

"Your seat number is fifteen!"

"Ok!"

Zhao Rui responded and then carried his luggage to the bus.

Then another staff member helped him put away his luggage, and he boarded the bus with a backpack.

Once on the bus, it was already half full, almost entirely filled with male grandmasters, with only two young women in their early thirties.

These people can be roughly divided into three types. One type is like Zhao Rui, who is not resistant and even has some thoughts about going.

One type is those who are ostracized or used as lackeys in their workplace.

The last type consists of martial artists from the general public, randomly selected by the martial arts association.

Zhao Rui was sizing them up, and they were naturally sizing him up as well.

Seeing how young Zhao Rui was, they couldn't help but take a second look.

Zhao Rui found his seat, sat down, and closed his eyes to rest.

The group waited another ten minutes or so, and after seven or eight people boarded, the bus slowly started moving.

I rushed to the airport.

Unlike Cao Guannan's group, this group had a private plane for transportation.

About half an hour later, everyone got off the bus and transferred to a large passenger plane.

Soon, the plane pierced the sky and sped towards the northwestern frontier.

Along the way, few people talked to each other; they all closed their eyes to rest, seemingly oblivious to the world around them.

After all, their destination was the battlefield.

No matter how skilled you are in martial arts, it's not an easy thing to be on the battlefield where guns and cannons have no eyes.

Nobody's in the mood for idle chatter.

Heading west for about ten hours, the group was picked up by several military vehicles after disembarking and taken to a secluded military base.

This is a military garrison with a staff of ten thousand.

After everyone got off the vehicle, some were left at the garrison, while others continued on to the frontier defense line.

Zhao Rui and a martial artist in his forties were assigned to a regimental-level garrison.

This man, named Liu Huaijin, was the owner of a martial arts school in Jeju. Unfortunately, he was selected as one of the participants.

"Welcome, two grandmasters! With you two here, I can finally sleep soundly!"

In the garrison, Regiment Commander Qi Tianlu greeted the two men with a broad smile and welcomed them into the military camp.

Two deputy regimental commanders accompanied them.

"You're too kind, sir. Once we're in the military camp, we're soldiers, and we'll obey your orders!"

Liu Huaijin said with a smile that they all held the nominal position of deputy regimental commander.

"Haha, that's right. Gentlemen, please, let me show you around the camp!"

Qi Tianlu chuckled and led everyone on a tour around the camp.

"This is a T5 main battle tank, this is a Thunder Wolf rocket launcher, and this is a man-portable rocket launcher..."

Due to battlefield needs, this reinforced regiment has a considerable amount of mechanized equipment, and in terms of firepower alone, its overall offensive and defensive capabilities are quite strong.

After a brief tour, Qi Tianlu led everyone to the restaurant for a welcome dinner.

Zhao Rui wasn't a naive fool; he'd seen this kind of situation many times before, so he naturally adapted to local customs.

For them, who are martial artists, alcohol is not something they cannot drink.

If something really happens, circulating internal energy will instantly dispel the effects of the alcohol.

"To be honest, I've been exhausted lately, with so many soldiers sacrificing their lives... I feel so much more relaxed now that you've come."

After a few rounds of drinks, Qi Tianlu exhaled and said.

"Sir, do these people from Guixu look just like us? How can we tell them apart?"

Liu Huaijin asked curiously.

"It's the same, but also different. It's like the difference between us and Southeast Asians. If you look closely, you can still tell the difference."

"Although they don't speak the same language, many of them understand ancient Chinese, which was supposedly taught by people from the Central Plains hundreds of years ago."

"Now that the war has been going on for so long, given this prerequisite, I'm afraid many of them have already mastered our language."

Upon hearing Qi Tianlu's words, Liu Huaijin exclaimed in astonishment, "Wouldn't that make it impossible to defend against!"

"So don't let your guard down when you encounter people of unknown origin. At the very beginning of the war, many soldiers sacrificed their lives in this way."

Qi Tianlu sighed.

"Tell me, why are they attacking us when they're doing so well? There are so many countries in Central Asia, let them stay wherever they want! They've already taken them all anyway!"

Liu Huaijin was extremely depressed.

He was a good martial arts school owner. Although he wasn't extremely wealthy, he had the skills, the status, and the money.

How did we suddenly end up on the battlefield?

Hearing Liu Huaijin's complaints, Qi Tianlu smiled but did not offer any explanation.

The five of them didn't drink much; they only took a few sips before the party ended.

A deputy regimental commander led Zhao Rui'er to his lodgings, where they rested.

After the two left, the remaining deputy commander couldn't help but complain, "These two, one is timid and mercenary, and the other is young and inexperienced. I don't know what the higher-ups were thinking, assigning us these two."

"What are you complaining about? As long as they are grandmasters, their presence will be of help to us. Do you expect to guard the military camp all night long?"

Qi Tianlu glared at the other person.

"Aren't we on the front lines?"

"Alright, shut up, don't ruin our unity. Now that we're here, we're brothers in arms."

"Yes, my lord."

The deputy commander immediately saluted respectfully and dared not complain any further.

In the rest area on the other side, Liu Huaijin did not rest but instead knocked on Zhao Rui's door.

“Brother, now that we’re in the army, we should stick together so we don’t get used as cannon fodder by these thugs,” Liu Huaijin said bluntly.

"Yes, Brother Liu, I know what I'm doing. Things shouldn't be that bad. With a powerful enemy outside, it's necessary for everyone to be careful."

Zhao Rui smiled faintly.

"Yeah, I didn't sleep a wink last night. Those sons of bitches, why did they have to start a war?"

After complaining for a while, seeing that Zhao Rui wasn't very interested in talking, Liu Huaijin sheepishly returned to his room.

The next day, Qi Tianlu summoned all the soldiers except those on guard duty or patrolling to the training ground.

Then Zhao Rui and the other person were introduced to everyone.

Upon hearing that two more grandmaster-level experts had been sent over, the soldiers instantly became excited.

With a grandmaster present, their lives are more secure.

After the meeting, Qi Tianlu assigned tasks to the two men.

Their main responsibilities include guarding the base, rescuing patrol members, and preventing enemy invasion.

They are not needed to patrol or attack.

The entire group, not only the two of them, were Grandmasters, but the group leader and the deputy group leader were also Grandmasters.

As for the other thousand households, they are at the Transformation Realm level.

Their group is already considered high-caliber.

Logically speaking, grandmasters are usually only found in the division of teachers.

It would be good if there was even one at the regimental level.

However, due to the tense situation of the war, many Grandmaster-level soldiers who originally served in the division headquarters were sent to the front line.

After assigning tasks, Qi Tianlu then arranged for a veteran soldier to teach them some basic battlefield knowledge and weapon operation.

Zhao Rui is quite interested in weapon handling.

I've always wanted to try it out: what if I carried a submachine gun and used my sword intent? Would I gain anything special?

With work assignments and new "fun" activities, Zhao Rui's military life has become more routine.

"This gun can penetrate the enemy's protective aura, right?"

On the training ground, Liu Huaijin held a submachine gun and fired a burst of shots. He then asked Qiu Tong, a veteran next to him, with curiosity.

"They can't be penetrated. Their true energy is really powerful. Ordinary bullets will be greatly repelled after entering their protective true energy. It's like an electromagnetic barrier."

"What's the point of this then!"

Liu Huaijin involuntarily put down the gun in his hand.

Qiu Tong's face twitched. Although it was no use, he couldn't exactly fight someone empty-handed with a sword.

That would be even less likely to win.

"I'm going back. Since I can't penetrate true qi, there's no point in holding it. I won't practice this. My longsword is much better."

Liu Huaijin turned and left the training ground, feeling bored.

He made up his mind to stay in the camp and get through his year of service.

Seeing Liu Huaijin leave, Zhao Rui ignored him and instead began to seriously discuss the use of firearms and basic knowledge with Qiu Tong.

Seeing that Zhao Ruixue was diligent in his studies, Qiu Tong also taught him diligently.

After learning how to operate various firearms and weapons, Zhao Rui said to Qiu Tong, "In a moment, you take the gun, stand at a distance, and shoot at me so I can feel its power."

Upon hearing Zhao Rui's words, Qiu Tong's face immediately fell.

"This...this isn't appropriate!"

"Go ahead and hit me, it's fine."

"Well, I'd better ask the commander for permission!"

Qiu Tong dared not make decisions on his own; this was no joke.

If a Grandmaster is assigned to a position and you kill him with a single burst of bullets, that would be disastrous.

Seeing this, Zhao Rui had no choice but to say helplessly, "Alright, you can ask for permission!"

Qiu Tong hurriedly ran to the regimental headquarters office and consulted with the regimental commander.

Upon hearing that Zhao Rui actually wanted to test the power of the bullet, Qi Tianlu immediately stood up and said, "Let's go, I'll go take a look."

After saying that, he called two deputy regimental commanders and rushed over.

"Little Zhao, are you confident? Our internal energy strength is quite different from theirs, by a significant margin. Why don't we try the pistol first?"

As soon as Qi Tianlu arrived at the training ground, he smiled wryly and said to Zhao Rui that he thought Zhao Rui was just young and impetuous and wanted to experience it.

Zhao Rui did not refuse this request.

He only experienced actual gunfire once, during the train hijacking, but he wasn't hit.

So, you really can't comment on how it feels without experiencing it yourself.

Zhao Rui walked directly in front of the target and stretched out an arm to block it.

"Qiu Tong, come here!"

Qi Tianlu shouted.

Qiu Tong frowned and said, "Commander!"

"What are you dawdling about!"

Left with no other choice, Qiu Tong picked up his pistol and fired a shot at Zhao Rui's arm from a distance of twenty or thirty meters.

With a gunshot, the bullet sparked and flew straight toward Zhao Rui's arm.

Zhao Rui's eyes were sharp as lightning, and he instantly caught sight of the bullet leaving the barrel and hurtling towards him.

What appears to be a lightning-fast bullet to an ordinary person is, in his eyes, like a slow-motion video, with a clear trajectory.

In the blink of an eye, the bullet reached his arm.

Zhao Rui circulated his true energy, and an invisible protective wall of true energy appeared in front of his arm.

The bullet bounced off the air wall as if it had hit a metal plate.

Zhao Rui felt a slight force coming from his arm, but the sensation was not obvious.

"The power is a bit weak! Switch to a regular submachine gun or automatic rifle."

Seeing that Zhao Rui had no problems, Qi Tianlu then issued the order again.

The power of pistol bullets is extremely limited and poses no threat to a Grandmaster. As a veteran Grandmaster, he was well aware of this.

Qiu Tong switched to an automatic rifle, took a deep breath, aimed at Zhao Rui's arm, and fired a few shots.

With a few clangs, the bullets still flew out, but this time they flew out more like they slid sideways.

The bullet still has power.

"Okay, okay!"

Qi Tianlu was taken aback when he saw that Zhao Rui's true energy was so pure.

They quickly stopped the experiment.

"Little Zhao, your protective divine skill is indeed powerful. If it were me, I'm afraid I would have to tough it out."

"A little trick."

Zhao Rui smiled. When the rifle bullets came, he tried to use his inner energy to deflect them.

I tried it and it was quite effective; you don't necessarily have to tough it out.

After the test, Zhao Rui had a better understanding of the situation and stopped making things difficult for Qiu Tong.

In the following days, he simply followed Qiu Tong and diligently learned battlefield knowledge.

Fortunately, the border was relatively quiet during this period, and no fighting occurred.

This gave Zhao Rui some time to adjust.

Less than a week passed.

That day, Zhao Rui was meditating and practicing martial arts in his room when suddenly a piercing alarm sounded throughout the entire camp.

As soon as he left the room, a soldier ran over, panting, and shouted, "Commander Zhao, Commander Qi is trapped by the enemy in a canyon!"

Upon hearing his words, Zhao Rui was taken aback and hurriedly ran to the regimental command center.

(End of this chapter)