Chapter 42: Devil Training Camp II

  Looking at the trainees' slightly pale faces, Xu Mingliang's eyes flashed with a hint of excitement. "Now, I'll announce a few rules: First, you don't have names or ranks here, only numbers, until you're either kicked back to your original unit or officially join the Leopard Squad. Second, this is a closed training camp, and from now on, any form of contact with the outside world is prohibited. Third, we use a percentage system here, and at any time, you may be awarded or deducted points based on your performance. When your score reaches zero, you'll be sent back to your old unit. Fourth, the training will be extremely tough, even like falling into hell, so you have the right to quit at any time. If you want to quit, just report to the instructor, and a special car will take you back to your old unit immediately. Is there anyone who wants to quit? If so, speak up now."

  Zi Yunfei leaned in close to Zhan Peng, who was standing next to him, and said in a low voice: "This is really bold, it's like he's telling us: if you want to play, let's play; if not, then leave."

  Zhan Peng also felt that the Cheetah Squad was arrogant to the extreme, and he nodded slightly.

  Xu Mingliang's icy gaze immediately fell on the two of them, and he pointed at them with his hand, saying: "Talking in formation, each of you will be deducted two points." Immediately, an instructor holding a roll call book began to write and draw on it.

  Zi Yunfei puffed out his chest, wanting to argue a bit, but Zhan Peng quietly stretched out his hand and pulled him back with all his might, "Don't engage in pointless argument!"

  Xu Mingliang coldly laughed and said: "What? Still not convinced? Each of you will be deducted 5 points!"

  Qī Yún flew into a rage and his vision went black. Ignoring Zhǎn Péng's desperate attempts to grab his hand, he shouted: "Report!"

  "Speak!"

  "What makes you think you can be our instructor?"

  Xu Mingliang smiled, with a hint of mischief and introspection in his eyes: "Is there anyone else who shares the same idea? Speak up now."

  "Report, and me!" said Zhan Peng.

  Qī Yún Fēi gazed at his comrade with a grateful expression. He and Zhǎn Péng were not familiar with each other in their old unit, let alone having a close relationship as comrades-in-arms. To be precise, he didn't have any comrades-in-arms. He never expected that Zhǎn Péng would stand up for him at this moment and face the danger together. Regardless of the outcome, Qī Yún Fēi had acknowledged this friend.

  "Is that all? Some of you can stand out, I guarantee with my military rank and personal character that you will not be treated unfairly in future training!" Xuming Liang's lips were smiling, his tone was very sincere, but none of the students dared to believe it.

  Two more students called out their reports.

  "Step forward, the four of you." Xu Mingliang's face wore a seemingly smiling yet not quite smiling expression. "I believe that most of you have the same thoughts as these four, but lack the courage to stand up for it, so let these four represent all of you."

  Four fearless warriors stepped out of the ranks and stood before Xu Mingliang.

  A hint of excitement flashed in Xu Mingliang's eyes as he looked at Qi Yunfei, who was the first to speak out: "I'm giving you four a chance now. You can challenge me together in any way you think is suitable. If I lose, you'll be my instructors."

  Four warriors looked at each other, and Zhan Peng's lips moved slightly as he said, "Hand-to-hand combat!"

  Four people simultaneously pounced on Xu Mingliang. The scouts had all learned grappling and combat, with each move precise and deadly, without any fancy moves. Especially Qi Yunfei, who could knock down a thick tree trunk with one punch, now deliberately aimed at Xu Mingliang's vital spots, using all his strength to strike.

  Xu Mingliang stood still until the fists and feet were about to hit his body, then suddenly flew up into the air, doing a split kick that accurately kicked the chests of the two students in front of and behind him, sending them tumbling to the ground. As soon as his feet touched the ground, he immediately threw a powerful punch at Zhan Peng in front of him, hitting his abdomen while simultaneously dodging to the side to avoid Qi Yun's iron fist flying towards him, and with one swift kick, he kicked Qi Yun's thigh from behind, sending Qi Yun flying three meters into the air.

  Xu Mingliang just stood up, and Xian Peng, who had already crawled up from the ground, rushed towards him with a slight bow. Xian Peng's speed was extremely fast, with an astonishing explosive force, and in almost an instant, he had already pounced in front of Xu Mingliang. His right fist arrived in an instant, striking directly at Xu Mingliang's solar plexus.

  Xu Mingliang's body slightly leaned to the left, easily avoiding this fatal blow. Zhang Peng had long been psychologically prepared for this punch to fall empty, his right fist feigned a swing, his body slanted to the right, and his right elbow suddenly curved up, striking Xu Mingliang's solar plexus without hesitation.

  Just as Zhan Peng's elbow was about to collide with Xu Mingliang's heart, Qi Yunfei saw that Xu Mingliang might dodge and rushed over with his waist bent, punching Xu Mingliang's waist eye with an iron fist. At the same time, the other two students also got up from the ground and pounced on both sides of Xu Mingliang, their fists clenched and aimed at Xu Mingliang's temples.

  Everyone thought that with the four students' fierce and rapid attack, Xu Mingliang would be unable to dodge and could only take it head-on. However, no one expected that with a slight shift of his body, Zhan Peng's elbow brushed past his chest, and his two hands came together to grasp Zhan Peng's elbow, which he had not been able to retract in time. In an instant, Zhan Peng felt as if he was being held firmly by a pair of iron pliers. Immediately after, his body lightened, and he was lifted up by Xu Mingliang, flying out and colliding with Qi Yunfei, falling to the ground in a very ungraceful posture.

  Right after, Xu Mingliang leaned back and raised his hands to grab the two students' fists that were aimed at his temples. His body had already borrowed force to jump up, and in mid-air he split his legs left and right to kick the two students with a flying kick, knocking them down.

  Four students who were knocked to the ground and groaning could not get up for a while. Xu Mingliang smoothed his clothes and looked at all the students, asking, "Who else has questions?" His tone was very calm, with a tranquil mind, completely unlike someone who had just been in an intense battle with four people.

  "No, instructor!"

  Four students helped each other up from the ground, hung their heads in shame, knowing they were far inferior to their opponents.

  Xu Mingliang waved his hand at them: "Get in line."

  Ma Dong took the name list and walked to the front of the team: "Everyone listen, now start roll call, numbering, class division, and dormitory allocation. Remember your own number when your name is called." He pointed to a two-story gray brick building on the left side of the playground and said: "Go there to receive training uniforms, weapons and equipment, and living supplies. The instructor in charge will lead you to your own dormitory."

  The numbers were arranged in order of the test scores, Zhan Peng was No. 15, Qi Yunfei got No. 19, and they happened to be assigned to the same class. The two trainees who fought with them were No. 32 and No. 55.

  The officer in charge of them was the deputy commander of the first squadron of the Cheetah Squadron, named Huo Feng. His face was dark and strong, and he looked at his students with a cold gaze, as if he wanted to peel off their skin and see what color their internal organs were.

  After that, he took 10 students to the dormitory, casually appointed a class leader and deputy class leader, ordered them to clean up their internal affairs, and then left. The cold attitude made the students change color, Qi Yunfei looked at his arm which was thicker than his own leg, as well as his iron tower-like body, and helplessly swallowed his saliva, having learned from last time, he knew that these instructors were not easy to deal with.

  Zhan Peng is the class leader, he led the students to clean up the sanitation, and then the instructor downstairs shouted to gather in the cafeteria for dinner.

  After dinner, the trainees began to clean their guns according to orders. Each of them was given an 81-style automatic rifle and a Type 64 pistol. The Leopard Corps were everywhere, and their automatic rifles did not have gun slings, so they could only be held in their hands.

  Several students who were not wearing 95-style individual equipment packs bumped their heads together and studied for half a day, finally figuring out the equipment pack.

  Zi Yunfeng, who couldn't sit still, ran to the door and looked around the corridor, then ran back to Zhan Peng's side, rubbing his sore leg and asked in a low voice: "Do you think they'll play some kind of emergency assembly game tonight?"

  "Definitely is." Before Zhan Peng could speak, No. 17, who was sleeping on the upper bunk, jumped down from the bed, "Didn't you see their faces looking like they want to watch us make fools of ourselves? Who knows how many times they'll mess with us tonight." He looked at Qi Yunfei rubbing his leg and whispered, "Have you two eaten leopard gall or something? You dare to compete with Xu Mingliang, do you know who he is?"

  "Who is it?" Qiyunfei, who had been taken advantage of, was somewhat resentful: "Is he the captain of the Leopard Squad?"

  "That's not it, he's even worse than the captain." No. 17 looked out the window mysteriously and saw that there were no instructors in the corridor. He lowered his voice and said: "On the day of the selection, our regimental commander also went, I heard from our regimental commander, he is a combat hero, has won three first-class merits, seven second-class merits, and on the battlefield, he is a real devil who kills people without blinking!"

  The students all rushed over and asked in unison: "Has he really killed someone?" "Isn't he more ruthless than the squad leader?" "Damn, is he going to get us killed?"

  No. 17's face flushed with pride, and he smiled: "The Leopard Squad has many capable people like this, but none of them can compare to the squad leader - a truly elusive figure who appears and disappears at will; even our regiment commander looks up to him in admiration!"

  Qī Yún Fēi let out a disdainful snort and tapped his hand on the bed frame: "Stop messing around, do you think you're writing a martial arts novel? Still talking about the dragon's head but not its tail? I bet he's just hiding with his head down, afraid to show his face, fearing others will pull him off his seat!"

  "You..." No. 17 glared at Qi Yunfei, who didn't show any sign of admitting his mistake. Instead, he puffed out his chest and raised his chin high, staring back at No. 17 like a fighting cock. After a while, No. 17 waved his hand as if shooing away flies, "I'm not interested in dealing with someone like you. You probably won't even get to see the captain." He said this and jumped onto his own bunk.

  Zi Yunfei wanted to retort, but was pulled back by Zhan Peng: "We're all comrades-in-arms, what's the point of arguing?" He glanced at his watch, it was just past 9 PM, and this night was still long.

  It was just 9:30, and the lights-out signal had sounded. The students who hadn't even had time to wash up were about to rush to the bathroom when Ma Xiangdong's roar echoed in the corridor: "No one is allowed out of their room! Go to sleep immediately!"

  "No. 17 whispered: 'Everyone, don't sleep too soundly, raise your vigilance a bit.'"

  Outside the window, Huo Ting's roar came immediately: "Who is talking, if you talk nonsense again, I'll let you run eighty laps on the playground!" The dormitory immediately fell into a dead silence. The playground was 1,200 meters around, and running eighty laps would be unbearable. Who dared to speak again?