Chapter 25: Training Military Posture Liu Ben's affairs were painful and hateful, his legs were twisted.

  "Good, very good, I like soldiers like you."

  Long Zhongtian said that at this moment, Long Zhongtian gave everyone a misconception. The person in front of them was not Long Zhongtian but another person, an old and cunning military instructor.

  Liu Ben stood beside Long Zhongtian, feeling as if Long Zhongtian was a mountain pressing down on him, making it hard to breathe. He didn't dare speak and stood with his greatest effort, trying to merge his two legs together.

  Other soldiers stood at attention, and it could be seen that fine beads of sweat had already begun to appear on their foreheads. It was not easy to stand at attention either.

  Long Zhongtian's mouth corner revealed a faint smile, his eyes looking at Liu Ben in front of him. This guy had a sturdy build and was sporting a goatee, the standard image of a Han man, and even in ancient times he looked like a martial general material.

  "Starting from today, I will take good care of you, and I believe you will stand up straight like a soldier."

  Long Zhongtian said softly to Liu Benshi, this voice was very calm, but it made Liu Benshi's heart tremble.

  Taking care of him, he knew what taking care of Long Zhongtian meant, which represented endless torture and also represented importance.

  "Yes!"

  At this moment, Liu Ben's face was already covered with sweat, and he answered loudly. This answer was shouted out by him, also representing his determination.

  Long Zhongtian's words made Liu Bentu understand what he meant, and the other warriors also understood what he meant. After all, those who are here are not ordinary soldiers.

  They could hear the implicit meaning in a sentence, and Long Zhongtian also understood that they understood.

  "Since you believe in me and choose to accept me, then today, Long Zhongtian will tell you that I will take good care of each and every one of you. Whether or not you can stay after three months depends on yourselves."

  "Take off your hat."

  Long Zhongtian looked at Liu Benshi, Liu Benshi didn't understand what he meant and looked back at Long Zhongtian.

  "Take off your hats."

  Suddenly, Long Zhongtian let out a loud roar. Everyone was startled, their hearts skipping a beat before thudding back into place. All the warriors turned to look at Long Zhongtian, momentarily forgetting about their physical discomfort.

  Liu Ben's eyes locked onto Long Zhongtian for a moment, and his forehead bulged with rage.

  At that time, soldiers took their hats very seriously. Wearing this hat meant being a soldier, which was what they thought, although angrily.

  "Yes!"

  Liu Ben shi angrily roared back, using his hand to forcefully grab off the military cap on his head.

  Long Zhongtian took a step forward and looked at Liu Bentu's hand tightly grasping the military cap: "Hand him over to me."

  The tone was very gentle, Liu Ben Shi handed the military cap into Long Zhong Tian's hands.

  Long Zhongtian held his hat in his hand and raised it high.

  "I know the weight of this hat in your hearts, if you were former soldiers, I would have nothing to say. But my soldiers, this hat doesn't need to be taken so seriously, because for me, for my soldiers, this military cap can't be considered a real military cap. It's still a military cap, but not the military cap of my soldiers. To me, it's nothing, just an ordinary military cap."

  Long Zhongtian had already made up his mind, and from now on, all of his soldiers' uniforms would be the new generation of 21st-century camouflage military uniforms, leather combat boots, and equipped with military short blades.

  That military dagger with blood groove.

  After speaking, Long Zhongtian put his hat between Liu Benshi's legs.

  "Stand up straight for me, hold on tight, when you stand up straight, maybe this hat is still with you, it's okay to collect, not my business."

  Long Zhongtian maintained a military posture, looking at the entrance of the warehouse with them.

  Among the comings and goings at the warehouse entrance, people kept a safe distance from Long Zhongtian. Although they wanted to see the excitement, anyone with any sense could tell that this was not something they were meant to witness.

  At the same time, pedestrians couldn't help but exclaim: "I've never seen any army stand so straight before."

  This sigh of emotion was also heard by these twenty-five warriors at this moment, and they had an indescribable taste in their hearts.

  This taste is subtle, I don't know whether it's sadness or pride. Thinking of what Long Zhongtian said, a figure suddenly appeared in my mind, and this figure stood facing the sky and said a sentence: "As a soldier, even standing up must be straighter than others."

  This sentence has been echoing in my mind.

  They looked at the young man in front of them, looking at thirteen-year-old Long Zhongtian.

  At this moment, they suddenly felt that the figure was so majestic, strong and unimaginable, so magical and incomprehensible, bringing them shock after shock.

  Liu Ben was isolated on one side, separated from the other warriors. At this moment, Liu Ben looked at his own two legs, and he hated them to the extreme.

  Because I've been squatting with my hat on for a while now, it's already been an hour, but I still haven't stood up straight, and at this moment my legs feel tense and my bones ache.

  The two large tendons on his legs were pulled open by someone with great force, and the pain was unbearable.

  "Damn it, how did I end up with a spiral leg? How could I possibly have a spiral leg? That freaking spiral leg."

  For Liu Ben, at this moment, there was no language to express his disgust for his own two legs: "If you weren't a spiral leg, would I have suffered like this?"

  Sweat beads rolled down Liu Ben's forehead one by one, dripping down his cheeks and falling to the ground with a patter.

  And with two legs tightly wrapped around him, Liu Ben's teeth were clenched and his mouth was open in a low growl.

  Finally unable to bear it any longer, the hat fell to the ground. Long Zhongtian remained motionless, casting a sidelong glance at Liu Benshi with his eyes, pretending not to have seen.

  The moment the hat fell off, Liu Ben suddenly found that his legs could no longer bend and had no sensation.

  He wanted to bend down and pick up his military cap, but he couldn't feel the existence of his own legs, let alone complete the action of picking up the hat.

  Liu Ben was furious and slapped his own face with a loud crack.

  With a snap, he suddenly realized his hands could still move.

  No way, must pick up the hat again and put it between one's own two legs.

  Liu Ben's slap was very loud, everyone heard it and saw it, of course Long Zhongtian also heard it, but he didn't have any reaction.

  Long Zhongtian understood that now he had to rely on Liu's ability himself, as long as he didn't give up, he would be able to get through this ordeal.

  He had encountered such soldiers before and had trained such soldiers, this he understood very well.

  Long Xing was also suffering in the dark gate, but his suffering was different from that of Liu Ben and others.

  The heavily injured Long Xing struggled to get up from the bedside, and it took him an hour to finally stand up, holding the sniper rifle handed over by Long Zhongtian.

  "I must get up, I have to get up. I am the first student of Young Master, I must do it for them to see. A true soldier cannot be knocked down, as long as he is not dead, he must stand."

  Long Xing warned himself in his heart and encouraged himself.

  Every movement of Long Xing's body would bring a heavy burden to the wounds on his body, and he clenched his teeth, feeling the pain brought by each wound.

  The dragon stood up, a victorious smile spreading from the corner of its mouth. It picked up the sniper rifle and took a step forward, then bent down to pick up the cloth strip that had been torn off the rifle. The dragon carefully wrapped the cloth strip around the rifle, bit by bit.

  "Young master, why did you wrap it up? Why? Isn't it because of its importance?"

  The cloth strip was wrapped around the gun bit by bit.

  "Hiss..."

  Take one step back, and the dragon's painful mouth will be open.

  "Haha, it's really interesting. When I was first injured, why didn't I feel so much pain?" Long Xing's face had a bitter smile and his tone was self-mocking.

  Long Xing looked at the dark door, moving step by step. Every step he moved made his mouth twitch.

  He was adapting, getting used to the feeling of his wound, for Long Xing knew he still had a long way to go, and he had to follow Long Zhongtian back to the 15th Brigade's base.

  Long Zhongtian has been standing with the warriors for a whole hour and a half, his eyes never leaving the entrance of the warehouse.

  He is waiting for Long Xing, waiting for the appearance of Long Xing. It's not that he is ruthless, but Long Xing must do it. If he can't, then there is still a certain distance from being a true warrior and a true sniper.

  "Get stronger and come to our side, I believe you can do it, Long Xing. You are my student and the only qualified special forces soldier."

  Long Zhongtian told himself in his heart and encouraged himself, believing in his own judgment, believing in Long Xing.

  Liu Ben once again clamped his hat between his legs, slowly standing up straight, although the intense pain made him not want to hold on, but in his mind, that willpower did not allow him to give up now.

  "It succeeded, it's about to succeed, just hold on for a bit."

  Not to mention Liu Ben's suffering, but for these twenty-four warriors, it was the same kind of pain.

  One and a half hours in military posture, three female soldiers, except for Long Shaoting, have all fainted.

  With a loud crash, he fell straight down, falling very neatly, and fell in a way that made the other warriors sober.

  Two hours later, another soldier fell down with a loud thud, just as suddenly and neatly as the first one, making a very satisfying sound.

  Just then, Long Xing's figure appeared at the warehouse gate, and a smile spread across Long Zhongtian's tightly strung face.

  Clap! Clap!

  Two transformations, Long Zhongtian faced the warriors, and this action made the warriors see clearly, and a ripple arose in their hearts.

  "Take a short rest, direction, 15th Regiment's garrison, depart."

  Long Zhongtian suddenly saw a female soldier walking step by step towards the 15th Regiment's barracks, while other soldiers helped up two other fainted soldiers.

  Long Zhongtian didn't say a word to Long Xing who had come out, and he thought it was unnecessary to say anything.

  Looking at the already departed Long Zhongtian, Long Xing sighed bitterly: "It's really too ruthless."

  Liu didn't leave, not because he didn't want to, but because he couldn't make his legs move. Long Zhongtian also ignored him.

  Long Xing saw Liu Ben still standing there and smiled again: "It seems that you still care about me."

  Liu Benshi saw Long Xing and his eyes widened in shock: "Tuan, Tuanzhang."

  Taking a closer look, I found that Long was seriously injured, but he still had a smile on his face.