Get the hell up

  Facing the contemptuous Ma Fugang, Chen Yang's anger could not be restrained. As a sniper in special forces, how could he not know that at such close range, a rubber bullet would cause great harm to others? Yet, he still did not stop and ruthlessly fired his gun.

  If it were really on the battlefield, Chen Yang wouldn't blame the enemy for pulling the trigger. But now, in a mere drill, fellow countrymen and comrades are shooting bullets at each other without mercy, all for the sake of a rivalry. From another perspective, if Chen Yang were to become Ma Fu Gang, he couldn't bring himself to ignore the life and death of others and calmly fire this shot.

  So in Chen Yang's heart, the person in front of him was unforgivable, no matter what reason there was, it couldn't be an excuse for attacking Sun Erpao. And in Ma Fugang's heart, striking Chen Yang and Sun Erpao was just a byproduct, as a soldier, obedience was most important, and the mission was above everything else, let alone rubber bullets, even if the order was to shoot Sun Erpao on the spot, Ma Fugang wouldn't have batted an eyelid.

  And maybe this is where two people differ.

  Ma Fugang's expression was somewhat disdainful of Chen Yang, but in his heart he felt a heavy pressure. At this moment, the Chen Yang standing before him seemed like a wild beast, giving him a strong sense of danger. Moreover, in his heart, he also felt some shame because Chen Yang had silently snuck up behind him. Strictly speaking, for a sniper to be approached by an enemy from more than ten meters away without noticing was failure, complete failure.

  Chen Yang didn't use his gun. If Chen Yang had really brought a gun, at this distance of over ten meters, he would only need to lightly pull the trigger and Ma Fu Gang would be eliminated. And this was just a drill. If it were on the battlefield, he would already be dead.

  But he no longer had the chance to think about it, and the attack that came head-on was like a stormy rain. Unlike the practice in the team, and unlike the opponents who had fought before, Chen Yang's attacking methods were extreme, using his knees, shoulders, elbows, fists, almost every part of his body became a sharp weapon.

  Fast! Accurate! Ruthless! This was Ma Fu Gang's only evaluation of Chen Yang. Ma Fu Gang never thought that this new recruit, who had been clumsy and slow-witted on the way here, with at least dozens of opportunities to be "killed", would possess such a powerful attacking force in close combat. However, when Chen Yang finished his series of combination attacks, a smile once again appeared on Ma Fu Gang's mouth.

  Experience, tempered in the midst of life-and-death battles. Although it was just a series of combination attacks, Ma Fu Gang had already keenly captured Chen Yang's lack of experience. If this set of punches, or rather, combination attack were to be used by him, then the current Chen Yang would not have stood a chance and would definitely have been knocked to the ground. It was unclear whether it was because Chen Yang was emotionally agitated or because his hands were not ruthless enough, but every time he attacked Ma Fu Gang's vitals, there would always be a slight hesitation in his movements. For someone as skilled in combat as Ma Fu Gang, this slight delay was enough for him to dodge the attack.

  After Chen Yang's series of combination attacks, Ma Fu Gang had basically understood Chen Yang's attacking method. While entangling with Chen Yang, he was also looking for opportunities to counterattack. It seemed that due to the prolonged attack, Chen Yang's movements became more and more fierce. Even just defending, every physical contact made Ma Fu Gang feel unbearable.

  It's not a real experience, bystanders can't imagine the explosive force contained in Chen Yang's body. He withstood Chen Yang's several knee strikes, and Ma Fu Gang's arm was numb, but he seized the opportunity when Chen Yang struck again. Ma Fu Gang's eyes burst with cold light, his numb arm lightly pushed outward, his shoulder shook, and he broke free from Chen Yang's arms. His other arm bent into an elbow, using the momentum of his body twisting to heavily strike Chen Yang's adductor muscle.

  Along with Chen Yang's muffled hum, Ma Fugang's body retreated backward. The rabbit was anxious and bit its hand. As for this point, Ma Fugang, who had been on a mission before, was clearer than anyone else. Sure enough, after the hum, Chen Yang rushed towards Ma Fugang again, but didn't take two steps before crashing to the ground with a loud thud.

  Ma Fu Gang smiled, moved his body around, wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, and said to Chen Yang, whose face was still twitching: "Kid, how's it taste? Congratulations on becoming the first captive of this exercise, maybe also the only one." Chen Yang let out a cold hum, his hands tightly pressed against the inside of his thighs, rubbing them non-stop.

  Ma Fugang glanced at Chen Yang, who was sitting on the ground, then turned back to retrieve his pistol and 88-style sniper rifle. He returned to Chen Yang's side, a sly smile spreading across his face as he said: "The adductor muscle is usually not injured, but if it suffers more than thirty pounds of damage, it will cause leg paralysis, rendering the opponent unable to move."

  Chen Yang gritted his teeth and stood up, cold words spitting out from between his teeth: "I haven't lost yet, let's do it again."

  Ma Fu Gang was taken aback, but immediately smiled with a deeper meaning: "Do you think this is a Hong Kong and Taiwan movie?" After the laughter, Ma Fu Gang's voice suddenly turned cold: "This is a battlefield! Although we're only shooting rubber bullets, don't forget that it's not much different from real combat. Don't think I'm afraid to do something to you just because you're being arrogant in front of me, kid. Do you believe I can shoot you right now?"

  For a moment, the air seemed to solidify. Ma Fugang's words were very serious, and Chen Yang also believed that Ma Fugang would shoot without hesitation. However, Chen Yang smiled, but his smile was somewhat distorted: "Come on, if you have the guts, just pull the trigger! Why are you hesitating? Shoot!"

  Ma Fu Gang also laughed, his laughter even more sinister. As he smiled, Ma Fu Gang's body flashed to the side, followed by two gunshots, and a figure tens of meters away suddenly fell to the ground. He adjusted the hem of his clothes, which had been stained with grass, put away his pistol, and smiled slyly at Chen Yang, who looked stunned: "Kid, don't think that your little tricks are invisible to me. I discovered that guy long ago. Your whole routine is something I've played out before..."

  Just then, Chen Yang, who had already lost his ability to move, suddenly pounced over with a smooth motion that didn't show any signs of weakness. The sound of the wind generated by his fists and feet was shocking. For a moment, Ma Fugang was busy dodging and was hit several times before he stabilized Chen Yang's attack. However, afterwards he discovered that Chen Yang was completely forcing himself, and although his movements seemed smooth, they were full of loopholes. Seizing an opportunity, Ma Fugang heavily threw Chen Yang to the ground with a shoulder throw.

  Looking at Chen Yang rolling on the ground in agony, Ma Fugang spat out a mouthful of saliva with a faint salty taste, clearly indicating that there was bleeding somewhere in his mouth. With a hateful kick on Chen Yang's body, Ma Fugang cursed: "You little bastard, you're not done yet, are you? I think you're just itchy..."

  "Chen Yang! Get up for me!" Just then, a deafening roar sounded: "Sun Erpao is not going to make it!"