Don’t Pretend, I’m Actually Taking Special Forces

"That's enough!" Qin Yuan interrupted him, his voice low and powerful, "Zhang Chu, your problem is not at all physical and technical. Your biggest problem is your heart!"

Zhang Chu was stunned and looked at Qin Yuan: "My heart?"

Qin Yuan sneered, walked up to him, his eyes were like daggers: "Yes, your heart. Zhang Chu, your recent performance is not a problem of ability, but that you are too anxious. You are thinking about catching up and breaking through, but I never stopped to think and ask myself how to proceed.”

Zhang Chu's face turned red. He gritted his teeth and tried to refute: "Instructor, I just want to prove myself. I really-"

"Prove yourself?" Qin Yuan suddenly raised his voice, and his sharp eyes made Zhang Chu shut his mouth instantly, "Zhang Chu, do you know who your biggest enemy is? It's your own impatience! You only want to use your life to fill your gap. But you don’t know that the more eager you are to prove, the more you will fall into an endless loop. The reason why you are stuck in a training bottleneck is not because you are not strong enough, but because you have forgotten even basic thinking.”

Zhang Chu was silent, his fingers trembling slightly and his lips pursed tightly.

Qin Yuan stared at him coldly and continued: "Training is not about going all out, but requires strategy and wisdom. The more anxious you are, the more chaotic your movements, the more impetuous your mentality, the worse your results will be. This is not a problem that physical fitness can solve. It's because your brain hasn't caught up. On the battlefield, you will only die faster in this state."

Zhang Chu's body trembled slightly, he lowered his head, remained silent for a moment, and his voice was hoarse: "Instructor, what should I do?"

Qin Yuan walked to the window, looked at the training ground with a deep look, and said calmly: "Stop."

"Stop?" Zhang Chu looked up in confusion, with a puzzled expression, "But I can't stop, I haven't caught up with them yet -"

"Zhang Chu!" Qin Yuan turned his head suddenly, his eyes blazing, "It's precisely because you don't know how to stop that you can't catch up! Sometimes, stopping is to move forward faster."

Zhang Chu was stunned. He had never heard such a statement before.

Qin Yuan slowly walked up to him and softened his tone slightly: "I know you are under pressure, and I also know how far you want to catch up. But training is not just about exerting physical strength. Working hard until you are exhausted will only be counterproductive. Now you need to learn to think calmly and find your own rhythm and problems, instead of rushing like you are now."

"So, I give you a task." Qin Yuan pointed to the wall in the corner and said coldly, "Go over there and reflect on the wall."

Zhang Chu was stunned for a moment, suspecting that he heard wrongly: "Facing the wall...reflecting?"

"Yes." Qin Yuan's tone contained an unquestionable order, "You don't need to participate in any training for the next three days. Come here for an hour every day and think about your problem. Come back to training after you have figured it out. . If you think this is a waste of time, you can just quit the recruit company, because you will never become a qualified soldier."

Zhang Chu's expression changed several times, he gritted his teeth and clenched his fists loudly. He had never suffered such humiliation, and had never been asked to stop training by an instructor. But Qin Yuan's eyes told him that this was an order and there was no room for bargaining.

Finally, he took a deep breath, suppressed the anger in his heart, and whispered: "Yes, instructor."

Early the next morning, when other recruits were sweating profusely at the training ground, Zhang Chu stood alone in Qin Yuan's office, facing the wall and standing quietly. His hands clenched into fists, and he wanted to turn around and leave countless times, but his reason told him that if he gave up now, he would completely lose.

"Why..." Zhang Chu secretly asked himself, "Why do I feel powerless the harder I try? Is my way wrong?"

He recalled his training - every time he shot, he was thinking about the score, every time he ran, he was thinking about speed, every time he faced off, he was thinking about winning... He suddenly realized that he had indeed never I haven't really calmed down and thought about the meaning of my training.

While facing the wall, Zhang Chu's thoughts were sorted out bit by bit. He began to recall everything Qin Yuan said to him - "Calmness and discipline are more important than speed", "Training is a dual game of mental and physical strength", "Stop is to move forward faster".

The sun shone on his face as he left the office. He suddenly felt a long-lost clarity, and the impatience and confusion in his heart seemed to dissipate a lot at this moment.

"Instructor..." Zhang Chu said silently in his heart, "I am starting to understand... but I still need time, I will find the answer."

At night, the lights of the recruit company flickered in the camp. After the training, the recruits had a rare time to relax. At the other end of the playground, several special forces soldiers were gathering together and chatting in low voices, with occasional hearty laughter.

Zhang Chu stood not far away, leaning against the flagpole, looking boredly at the scene in the distance. He still held a kettle in his hand, but his eyes looked a little lonely. He was still thinking about the bottleneck in recent training and Qin Yuan's cold evaluation of him.

"Stop and think." Qin Yuan's voice still echoed in his mind, making him breathless. While he was meditating to himself, the conversation of a group of soldiers in the distance suddenly attracted his attention.

"Old Gao, I really didn't expect that Qin Yuan would lead new soldiers here, wasting a battlefield genius!" A special forces soldier said in a low voice, his tone full of emotion.

Zhang Chu's ears twitched and his heart suddenly tightened. He turned slightly sideways, pretending to drink water, trying to get closer to the group of people and hear what they were saying clearly.

"Who says otherwise!" Another soldier echoed, "Back then, he was the youngest commander of our special operations team. He led the team to complete so many high-risk missions at a young age. If it hadn't been for that injury, he would now say Maybe he’s already a brigade commander.”

"Yes, 'Crazy Wolf' Qin Yuan, that is our legend." A special soldier who looked like a middle-aged officer said with a smile, with a hint of reverence in his tone, "Do you remember? In the border ambush battle five years ago, he He led five people to endure the enemy's fire for seven hours and killed the enemy's elite team. The scar on his body was from that time. "

When Zhang Chu heard this, his heart suddenly shook, and the kettle in his hand almost fell to the ground. He subconsciously held his breath and tried to appear calm, but his heartbeat was getting faster and faster.

"Instructor Qin... actually has such a past?" Zhang Chu felt a huge wave in his heart. Although he knew Qin Yuan was a powerful instructor before, he never expected that he was such a legendary figure.

The middle-aged officer continued: "Do you know why he is called the 'Crazy Wolf'? After that mission, the superiors thought that they would definitely die. Unexpectedly, he brought five people, and not only did they all come back alive, but also The task was completed. Later, when someone asked him how he did it, he just smiled and said - 'How can a wolf bite its prey if it is not crazy?'"

Several soldiers laughed, their voices full of admiration for Qin Yuan.

But one of them quickly lowered his voice and his face turned serious: "It's a pity...I heard that after the injury, he was forced to withdraw from the front line. It seems that his superiors forced him to be transferred here to be responsible for bringing up new recruits."

"It's okay to transfer here. The recruit company needs people like him to shape the future king of soldiers. He has such strict requirements on recruits because he hopes to cultivate soldiers who can actually go to the battlefield."

"That's true. But the recruits probably don't know his past, and they must think he is just a cold devil."

Hearing this, Zhang Chu's mood was extremely complicated. He stood there, his eyes darkening. He thought of Qin Yuan's usual stern expression, stern reprimands, and the training that almost crushed him... Looking back now, all Qin Yuan's harshness seemed to have another explanation.

"Crazy Wolf" Qin Yuan... a seven-hour battle to the death, five people fighting back to kill the enemy... Such a legend turned out to be his own instructor.

After dinner, Zhang Chu sat on the bed in the dormitory, holding the training plan in his hand, but the conversations of the soldiers kept replaying in his mind. His mood could not be calm for a long time.

"No wonder... no wonder he is always so harsh on us recruits." Zhang Chu murmured in a low voice, "He has experienced real battlefields and seen life and death, so he will not tolerate us making mistakes. But... why did he never mention it? Live his past?"

Yue Ming on the side looked up at him, frowned and asked, "Zhang Chu, what are you talking to yourself about? Are you being scolded by the instructor for being stupid today?"

Zhang Chu ignored Yue Ming, but suddenly raised his head with a firm look in his eyes: "Yue Ming, do you know who the instructor was before?"

Yue Ming was stunned and shook his head in confusion: "I don't know. He has always been like this, cold and cold. Who dares to ask more questions?"

Zhang Chu narrowed his eyes and spoke in a low tone but with a hint of reverence: "He is the 'Crazy Wolf' of the special forces, the youngest combat commander. Can you imagine? Five years ago, he led five people in an enemy ambush. I survived for seven hours and even killed the elite team..."

Yue Ming was dumbfounded, and it took him a long time to react: "You...you mean instructor? Are you really or not?"

Zhang Chu nodded, with complicated eyes: "It's true. I heard his comrades mention it today. The instructor never said this, but the battlefields he experienced were definitely more cruel than we imagined. He treated us so Yan, maybe he hopes that we can endure it and not die on the real battlefield."

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Yue Ming was silent. He had never thought that there was such a story behind Qin Yuan. He scratched his head and said uncomfortably: "If this is really the case... then we really need to re-examine the instructor."

Zhang Chu didn't speak anymore. He looked down at the training plan in his hand, and something Qin Yuan usually said suddenly came to his mind - "On the battlefield, there are no second chances."

This sentence became extremely heavy in his ears at this moment.

"Instructor... I know what I should do." Zhang Chu said silently in his heart. There was a firmness in his eyes that he had never seen before. He finally understood that behind all Qin Yuan's harsh criticism of him were lessons learned through countless blood and fire on the battlefield, and they were the only protection for new recruits like them.

From that day on, Zhang Chu's whole appearance seemed to have changed. He no longer blindly pursues speed impatiently, no longer blindly thinks about expressing himself, but begins to observe and think calmly before taking action.

The training ground in the early morning was still a scene full of sweat and dust. Zhang Chu stood in the team, carrying a standard 20 kilogram sandbag with a bright gaze. He no longer rushed to the front as before, but steadily followed the rhythm of the team, always paying attention to his breathing and pace.

"Zhang Chu, please don't hold back this time." Yue Ming said jokingly.

Zhang Chu smiled, his tone calm but firm: "No. This time, I will complete the task at my own pace."

Zhang Chu completed the weighted running training that day very well. Although his speed was not the fastest, his pace was stable, his breathing was even, and there was almost no extra physical energy consumption throughout the whole process. In the last 100 meters sprint, he was even faster and surpassed many teammates.

"Hu——" After running across the finish line, Zhang Chu bent over and gasped, but a confident smile appeared on his face.

Qin Yuan, who was standing on the sidelines, had been watching coldly. Seeing Zhang Chu run the whole course steadily, a trace of satisfaction flashed in his eyes, but he still did not show it, just said lightly: "Not bad. At least I didn't waste my energy."

Zhang Chu was excited when he heard this, but he just nodded vigorously: "Yes, instructor."

In the next few days, Zhang Chu implemented "calmness and thinking" in every training.

On the shooting range, he was no longer in a hurry to grab points, but focused on every aiming and breathing coordination. He adjusted his posture, slowed down his pace, held his breath, and every moment he pulled the trigger seemed particularly calm.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Ten bullets were fired, and a number popped up on the display screen of the shooting range - 92 rings.

"92 rings!" Zhang Chu stood on the target, looking at the results, a glimmer of joy in his eyes. This was the first time he broke through 90 rings, and this time, he did not rely on brute force, but on calmness and precision.

Qin Yuan walked behind him, glanced at the results of the target, and his voice was calm but with a hint of affirmation: "Not bad. Have you found the rhythm?"

Zhang Chu straightened his back, and his voice was more calm: "Yes, instructor. I understand, only when the mentality is stable can the hands be stable."

Qin Yuan nodded, said nothing more, and turned away. But the faint smile on his face did not escape Zhang Chu's eyes.

In the tactical confrontation training, Zhang Chu no longer blindly fought alone, but began to actively integrate into the team.

In the tactical simulation mission that day, Zhang Chu's group was responsible for ambush the "enemy" team. He did not rush to the front to grab the credit as he did in the past, but calmly followed the command of the team leader and lurked at the designated position.

"Zhang Chu, there may be enemy scouts on the right, pay attention." The team leader whispered.

"Understood." Zhang Chu lowered his voice and quickly adjusted his position. He held his breath and patiently observed the movements ahead, and finally found the target ten minutes later. (End of this chapter)