Class time arrived, and a group of fish-and-dragon-mixed students walked into the classroom with energy. These so-called "special soldier students" were different from the previous batch of sniper students. The previous batch were all hunters-turned-marksmen, while this batch of special soldier students were mostly Jianghu figures and martial arts masters. Some were originally bandits, some were gangsters, some were martial arts school owners or students, and only a very small number were honest farming families' martial arts descendants.

  It's not wrong, in those years, some martial artists would still stay at home and farm honestly. The common people lived a hard life, staying at home to farm couldn't even make a living for themselves, if they didn't go out and make a name for themselves, how could they bring honor to their ancestors? In fact, not to mention bandits and rascals, those so-called martial arts school owners and students were also inseparable from the underworld.

  Li Bin looked at these guys who couldn't sit still and knew that although they had high martial arts skills, they were a group of people who were difficult to discipline. First of all, it was very hard to get them to obey the rules. Fortunately, after going through a month of intense physical training, plus the bandit leader Jing Da sometimes wanting to execute them and sometimes wanting to reward them, using a combination of intimidation and deception, they finally managed to subdue these people.

  To be on the safe side, when Li Bin was teaching these people, Jin Da stood at the door with two gunmen. Otherwise, if these guys made trouble and wanted to beat up their "teacher", Li Bin might not have been able to control them.

  When they saw Li Bin, who was short and thin, walk onto the stage, the people below began to discuss it in a flurry.

  "I thought it was Erlang Shen with three eyes! Who would have thought that this little guy is here to teach us?"

  "What about him? I'll take care of him with one hand!"

  "My god, not even a single woman is taller than us, and she's going to be our instructor!"

  The entire classroom was in an uproar, on the verge of getting out of control. Just as it seemed like things were about to escalate further, a tall and imposing figure with a large machete strapped to his back and a pistol holstered at his waist strode into the room, standing there like a black iron tower. He let out a thunderous roar: "Which one of you bastards dares make another peep?! I'll behead the first one who does!"

  These dregs are extremely afraid of Jing Da, who is like a fierce god. When they hear him shout like this, no one dares to make another sound.

  Li Bin walked up to the stage, his sharp eyes scanned around the scum below. Although he was not tall, but his eyes revealed a kind of intimidating killing intent, making those scums unable to help but take a cold breath.

  "Brothers! Do you know why you are sitting here? Because you are the future elite of our army! You are a sharp sword in our troops, a sword that pierces the enemy's heart!" Li Bin Hong's loud voice echoed throughout the classroom. "However, since you arrived here, you have become soldiers, no longer wandering heroes or swordsmen who can show off with their individual abilities!"

  The scoundrels below did not speak, each one perked up their ears and quietly listened to Li Bin's teachings. Only to hear Li Bin continue saying: "Take a look, the little devils have invaded our country, burning, killing, looting, yet you bunch of scum are still doing what? You're still bullying the common people, still indulging in food, drink, gambling and whoring! The little devils are raping our sisters, killing our families, don't you all feel a thing?! Don't you have women in your own homes?!

  A burly man with a thick beard and mustache stood up, his eyes blazing red: "Comrades, we are not scum! If you want us to fight the little devils, Fang Jun Tian is willing to be the first to grab a machine gun and take on those sons of bitches!"

  "On the battlefield, what matters is coordination! I can say that if it's a one-on-one fight, each of you is much stronger than me! But I can guarantee that even though you might be able to beat a well-trained ordinary soldier in a one-on-one match, 100 of you against 100 well-trained soldiers, you will definitely not be their match! Because you lack discipline!" Li Bin roared. He knew this Fang Juntian, who was originally the number one bodyguard of Jinzhou's largest opium den, had exceptional martial arts skills and was ruthless in his actions, with a specialty in the Iron Sand Palm technique.

  "This Fang Jun Tian was very unwilling to concede, he shouted: 'Who says we can't win a fight! Otherwise, come and try it out!'"

  "Alright!" Li Bin turned his head and said to Jing Da, "Go get the people from the guard company! Have them come over and discuss it with us!"

  Before long, a hundred well-trained guard soldiers came over, each holding a wooden sword in their hands. Li Bin let the "special soldier students" in the classroom walk out of the classroom and pointed to the eighteen wooden weapons on the weapon rack, saying: "You can choose your own weapons and have a try with them!"

  People on both sides held various wooden weapons and stood in line. On the side of "Special Soldier", Fang Jun Tian looked like a big boss, he refused to use weapons because his pair of iron palms were good enough as a weapon.

  Li Bin pointed to the playground: "Take the playground as the boundary, those who are knocked down or knocked out of the playground lose. Now I'll count to three and start the martial arts competition!"

  When Li Bin shouted "three", Fang Juntian let out a loud roar, and led those Jianghu knights-errant and rascals to charge towards the soldiers of the guard company.

  All that can be seen is that the group of warriors retreated in an orderly manner. These dregs saw the guard company retreat and thought they were afraid to fight, so they rushed forward, instantly disrupting their formation.

  A row of warriors running in the back "Whirlwind Slash", two "Special Forces" who rushed to the front fell to the ground. Li Bin also showed no mercy, letting Jin Da and others pull out the two "killed" "Special Forces" from the field.

  After three rounds, more than half of the "Special Troops" had been "killed or wounded", while only a dozen soldiers from the Guard Regiment were "killed or wounded".

  Fang Jun Tian swung a pair of iron palms, knocking down two soldiers in a row. However, there was no one to protect his back, and he was struck by a soldier's wooden sword. Li Bin immediately shouted: "Fang Jun Tian! You've already lost the formation! Withdraw now!"

  The disorganized remnants were basically beaten by several, and soon the "special forces" were all annihilated, while the guard company suffered only more than 20 casualties.

  "Brothers, did you see that? If it were one-on-one combat, none of the guards would be a match for any of you! But why can't you beat them when you're all together? It's because you lack discipline and coordination! On the battlefield, a lone soldier who charges into the enemy alone won't last a minute! But a team can hold out against a superior enemy for days and nights! Why is that? Because each person has their comrades protecting them from behind and beside them! And what about you? You can't do that!"

  After this frame, these "special soldiers" had to lower their proud heads, and everyone was obedient.

  Then, after returning to the classroom, Li Bin said to these people: "Your martial arts skills are very high, but flower fists and embroidered legs are useless on the battlefield! I have a diagram here that shows several vital parts of the human body! To eliminate the enemy, you must use a fatal move!" After finishing speaking, he hung the diagram on the blackboard and patiently explained it to these "special soldiers".

  He then briefly introduced the key points of various aspects, such as one-shot kill, setting up ambushes, laying traps, disguising oneself to lure the enemy, and night raids. Of course, it was impossible to cover so many things in just two class periods. From a marksmanship perspective, he wasn't too worried about these people, after all, they all had a solid foundation, and with just a little training, each person would be a good hand with a handgun, not to mention that many of them were already skilled handgun users.

  After the theoretical class ended, a whole morning passed. After a brief rest at noon, Li Bin began to teach special soldiers and snipers in a big class, conducting camouflage training for them. He required everyone to find hiding places within the large courtyard, requiring that after hiding well, they would not be found within half an hour.

  After everyone had hidden, Li Bin brought Jian Da back. After a while, most people were easily found. Half an hour later, except for Huang Hua, Wu Congyu and Fang Juntian, all the others were found by Li Bin and Jian Da.

  Next, they continued with camouflage training. Li Bin once again told them the key points and these people dispersed to hide on their own.

  Time and time again, training, finally able to be found by Li Bin people fewer and fewer.

  After a whole day of hard work, the exhausted trainees returned to their barracks. After hastily having dinner, they lay down on their beds and fell asleep as soon as their heads touched the pillows. The warm kang was so cozy that it made them fall asleep instantly.

  Unfortunately, the good times didn't last long. At midnight, the assembly whistle suddenly sounded, and the sleepy trainees reluctantly crawled out of their warm quilts, hastily put on their coats, rushed out of the warm room, and gathered on the cold and windy drill ground.

  On a cold and biting night, Li Bin made them lie on the ground. In an instant, the chill from the ground penetrated through their coats into their bodies, as if those thick coats had become paper-thin, unable to resist the invading cold air, freezing these soldiers to shiver uncontrollably. But Li Bin wouldn't let up on them at all, demanding they stay down until dawn before getting up!

  In comparison, the Sharp Shooter Troop, mainly composed of hunters, was much better off. After all, they were used to waiting in ambush in the snow and ice during their previous hunting trips. However, for those rascals, although they could go shirtless on a cold winter day while practicing martial arts, that was during exercise. Now, however, they had to endure the cold without moving, and soon most of them, except for a few who used to be bandits, were complaining bitterly.