Chapter 67: Kid, don't rush, you've got this!

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  Zhang Zhun also provided considerable support to the second-line guard team. He handed over some of the weapons to Lin Bin and others for distribution. At the same time, he also gave Lin Bin a certain amount of financial support. Within a limited scope, appropriately improving the food and drink of the second-line guard team was also very necessary. From time to time, organizing some activities could also increase everyone's cohesion.

  In the afternoon, officers of all ranks began drilling new soldiers.

  The former first-class soldiers of the Yangjia Village Escort are now all partners and squad leaders. As superior officers, they will faithfully implement the training guidelines set by Zhang Zuolin at that time.

  The first thing to start training is naturally the team.

  After all, after joining the guard of honor, the life of new recruits is completely different from their original life. They are required to integrate into the guard of honor as soon as possible, and the team and internal affairs are very important. The guard of honor has a special military camp and training ground, and the team order and internal affairs order have been implemented.

  Just as Zhang Zhun had expected, the first afternoon's queue training was a joke fest. There were people who couldn't tell left from right everywhere. After two hours of training, only about half of the new recruits barely passed, while the others were still clueless.

  In the evening, the first lecture began.

  Zhang Zhun is in charge of the main speech.

  The main content is ideological education, three major disciplines and eight points for attention, as well as the meaning of the six-pointed star on the military flag and other basic common sense. At the same time, everyone is also taught to sing songs.

  "I believe everyone has such a feeling, that life has undergone tremendous changes. In the past, people couldn't eat their fill, wear warm clothes or sleep well, and were exhausted every day like dogs, yet saw no hope. Now, people can eat their fill, wear warm clothes, sleep well, and even better days are waiting for everyone in the future!"

  "But our current life is still unstable, and there are people who want to destroy our lives. The days we have today were not easily obtained, they were exchanged with the blood and sacrifice of many people! If we don't eliminate these enemies, we will never be at peace! Lin Bin's lost leg was for the happy life we have today!"

  "To protect our lives, everyone must stand up and fight!"

  "Your weapon is your second life! You must cherish your weapon! Use your weapon well!"

  Because the cultural level of the guards is generally not high, talking about grand theories and worldviews is basically useless. Therefore, Zhang Zhun is more about setting examples. He sets examples by telling stories of defeating Yang Kun, defeating Yan Xiao Lei Lao San, defeating the most ruthless enemy Hei Bao and so on. For these battle stories, new recruits naturally like to listen the most.

  Finally, Zhang Zhun taught everyone to practice singing "Unity is Strength", and the atmosphere immediately became lively. For new recruits, singing was indeed a fresh thing, and everyone's interest was very high. As they sang, the fatigue of the day seemed to disappear a lot.

  That night, many new recruits must have been unable to sleep. Zhang Zhun actually didn't sleep all night, busy checking everywhere. The nine team leaders and deputy team leaders also didn't sleep, most of the squad leaders and platoon leaders also didn't sleep, all busy taking care of the new recruits and observing their situation.

  For three consecutive days, the guards were doing formation training. During their free time, they mainly gave lectures and sang songs while implementing internal affairs regulations. The formation regulations were okay, but the pressure from the internal affairs regulations was not ordinary. These children of military families had been used to being sloppy for a long time, and now they were suddenly required to put everything in order, which was really hard for them.

  After three consecutive days of cleaning, tidying up, folding quilts and arranging items, Peng Fei couldn't help but ask his superior Yang Qiang in a low voice: "Captain, when are we going to practice assassination?"

  Yang Qianqiang smiled and patted Peng Bo's shoulder lightly, saying meaningfully: "Young man, don't be impatient, you have your own practice!"

  Sure, here is the translation:

  As expected, starting from the fourth day, every morning was spent practicing assassination techniques.

  One thousand five hundred times in the morning, one thousand five hundred times in the afternoon.

  Yes, Zhang Zhun increased the intensity of training and concentrated all assassination training to daytime. Because the new recruits recruited by the guard this time are better than a few months ago, they can basically withstand such training. In fact, human potential is infinite, the key is how to squeeze it out, Zhang Zhun, who has been an officer for eight years, naturally has rich experience.

  The bamboo spears used for practice had all been soaked in water, were about three meters long and weighed around fifteen catties. After the officers explained the basic movements, it was repetitive and endless repetition training. The old soldiers stood by to supervise, no one was allowed to slack off. If someone was found slacking off, it was highly likely that a bamboo whip would be used to inflict a clear wound. Even skinning and flesh bursting were possible.

  Yes, Zhang Jun did not completely abolish corporal punishment in the army. Whips and the like can still be used as long as they do not cause internal injuries. Talking about civilization at this time is too ahead of its time. After all, fighting is a matter of life and death, and there must be some pressure to work with.

  Many people cried out in shock and dismay.

  At this time, some people began to miss the days of practicing formations and tidying up internal affairs.

  It's just a pity that such days are gone forever.

  Assassinate, assassinate, and assassinate!

  Assassinate, assassinate, and assassinate!

  Assassinate, assassinate, and assassinate!

  Stabbed to vomiting blood, stabbed to nausea, stabbed to numbness, stabbed to both eyes turning black, stabbed to conditioned reflexes, stabbed to psychological perversion, stabbed to touching the bamboo spear and thrusting forward...

  After completing 1,500 solo killings in the morning, all new recruits had numb legs and sore arms, almost unable to lift their bamboo spears. However, seeing the instructor's bamboo whip raised, they could only grit their teeth and persevere. Even if exhausted, they had to complete the training quota of 1,500 times; otherwise, the consequences would be unthinkable.

  Fortunately, it was soon time for lunch again.

  During training, I'm so exhausted that I'd rather close my eyes and report to the King of Hell. But when it's time to eat, it feels like I'm in heaven. The huge chunks of pork, as much as you want to eat, the white rice, and the savory soup can make people forget the suffering from the morning.

  Having eaten and drunk enough, they rested for half an hour in the afternoon and followed up with practice. The intensity of the training was even greater in the afternoon, with sandbags hanging from the bamboo spears. The weather was also hotter in the afternoon, and after only a short while of practicing stabbing, the new recruits were already drenched in sweat, their clothes completely soaked through.

  Zhang Zhun stood on the training ground, staring at each new recruit with an air of sternness, like a dark-faced god. With Zhang Zhun watching from behind, all the old soldiers dared not slack off or show any sympathy. There was only strictness, strictness, and more strictness. In fact, even if someone fainted, the strict training did not stop. The person who fainted was carried to one side for treatment, while the training continued on this side.

  In fact, Zhang Zhun was well-prepared for the new recruits' fainting. Yang Yinghua stood guard on one side with Langzhong! Moreover, he had prepared a weak saltwater solution in advance and forced everyone to drink water during each training break to supplement their salt intake. It's not easy to faint easily.

  During training breaks, being able to run to the nearby sea and take a dip is the most comfortable thing for every new recruit. Taking a dip in the sea feels truly indescribable, with some people even screaming that they want to die in the sea. But in the end, when the whistle blows, you still have to obediently come ashore. If you're late by one second, a thick army club is waiting for you.

  Liu Hang had seen the training of the guards and had secretly said that this was simply treating people as livestock! Even if it were livestock, there wouldn't be such cruel treatment. Of course, when Zhang Zhun asked him about it, he firmly denied having said so.

  During breaks in training, some people also gathered around Zhang Zhun to listen to his lectures on basic combat theories, broadening their horizons and thinking.

  The current Zhang Zhun is a real legendary figure, his every move, his every word, in this floating mountain, is more useful than the sacred decree of Emperor Chongzhen. Especially those new soldiers with a bit of ambition are even more willing to absorb nutrients from Zhang Zhun's body as much as possible.

  "Of course, Zhang Zhun took the opportunity to boost morale, standing on the high platform, shouting unceremoniously: 'We are soldiers, doing a job that risks our heads! Either you lose your head or your enemy loses his head! If you want to keep your own head safe, you must torture yourself fiercely! Sweat more in peacetime, and bleed less on the battlefield!'"

  After three days of solo assassination training, they began to increase their mutual confrontation training.

  The intensity of this training was not as high as individual assassination, nor was it as dull as individual practice. At first, the new recruits thought it was fun, everyone holding bamboo spears and stabbing each other, thinking they were playing a game. But soon they discovered that they had misjudged. This wasn't a game, it came with a price to pay.

  Yang Qianqiang and others, holding bamboo spears wrapped in cotton cloth, demonstrated their combat skills to the new recruits. The new recruits were no match for them, and as a result, they were all knocked to the ground in an instant. Although the bamboo spears were blunt and wrapped in thick cotton cloth, their movements were too ruthless, and with just one spear thrust, they could make the new recruits cry out in agony.

  Peng Fei was also miserable. He reluctantly fought a one-on-one match with Yang Qian, and as a result, he lost all five matches. Even if Yang Qian had shown mercy, Peng Fei was still beaten to the point of being covered in bruises and scars. If they were using real bamboo spears, it's likely that Yang Qian would have taken him down with just one spear.

  Yang Qianqiang smiled and said, "Kid, I practice three thousand times a day, and have been practicing for more than two months. This move, at least practiced one hundred thousand times, if you want to win me, at least also need to practice fifty thousand times to have a chance!"

  Peng Bo said discontentedly: "Don't underestimate me!"

  As expected, during the training break, Peng Bo himself added strength to himself and repeatedly practiced stabbing. The guard team had not yet started practicing the three-edged spear, but this guy had already quietly begun practicing in advance. Of course, everyone knew that Yang Qian must have given him special treatment.