Chapter Fourteen

  Drills, and more drills, endless drills.

  Sweat more in peacetime, bleed less in wartime.

  A good martial artist's fists are always ready, a good musician's notes are always on his lips. I wear this martial arts uniform, if I don't practice these skills, how can I have the nerve to eat that rice and noodles? Those are all earned by ordinary people with a drop of sweat exchanged for eight pieces of dough, facing the yellow earth and backing the sky!

  The training camp ended and we moved to a base at the foot of Karakoram Mountain, I really don't know what that base is called anyway, I know I can't write it.

  The conditions are harsh and the equipment is simple, but our army has a tradition of being austere and unadorned. This isn't anything to make a fuss about.

  Moreover, the above is still very important to us, but it's just a month's time, a truckload of equipment and a truckload of devices were all brought over. The engineering troops' brothers worked even harder and built everything for us in just a few days.

  To this day I still admire those brothers who are engineers.

  Three days time.

  Two standard training grounds and nine special subject training grounds were built in just three days, like bamboo shoots sprouting in the spring.

  I won't say anything like "wow" or other nonsense. Anyway, I have a brother who understands civil engineering and construction, and he said that with this speed and quality, no matter where these brothers are taken, they can build a 10-story building in three days. As long as it's humanly possible, they can even do it faster.

  For the sake of these engineering brothers' hard work, we can't slack off either, right?

  It's even more intense training and if you don't go all out, that's absolutely asking for punishment.

  That's all for now.

  I've always thought that the military training model of buying a Ken is to inspire and induce potential, which means giving you all the conditions and then letting you play freely. Simply put, it's like the energy of a child going crazy.

  So Ah Mai's military father looked at those good fruits, one by one, not California red apples but Arkansas big pears, and they were the kind of export-grade fruits that are hard to come by.

  But it's a bit hard to put into words what's in my stomach...

  Don't believe me? Just look at the American military, when they're well-equipped and have sufficient ammunition and timely support, they're one by one brave. But as soon as they encounter a situation where they've run out of ammo and supplies, it's guaranteed that they'll surrender with their hands up, leaving behind only green hills and no firewood to burn!

  Is it dead?

  It seems that there are really not many people in America who dare to fight to the death.

  At least there aren't many who dare to fight to the death with Chinese soldiers!

  But the Chinese army's training method is absolutely different, purely forcing out potential.

  In the most severe environment, brothers, go all out to practice! Anyway, if you can practice it, you are a man. If you can't, what's the point of being among a group of men? Are you ashamed?

  Then just force yourself to work hard until everyone becomes a master and they are all absolutely high-quality masters!

  There's a half-true and half-false joke that goes like this...

  There was such a person with ill intentions who once asked a Chinese military officer on vacation in a public setting, "If you found yourself isolated and without logistical support or reinforcements, surrounded by strong enemies, what would you do?"

  The Chinese soldier then politely nodded and smiled at the guy who asked the question, saying that if he were in that situation, the four words in his mind would be - Fight to the death!

  Everyone was shocked, and then applause gradually rose.

  I guess that guy didn't achieve his expected goal so he came up with another sentence saying what if you don't have any weapons and you're bare-handed how are you going to fight to the death?

  The Chinese military man stopped smiling and his eyes gleamed with a cold light, saying "It doesn't matter! My enemy has it in their hands, I will go take it back!"

  It is said that the applause later on almost lifted off the roof!

  So in our training ground, we were really forced to go all out and work hard.

  Let's not mention the difficulties on top of the obstacles, those are all routine subjects, every brother in the wild battlefield has tasted that flavor.

  Just say a simple moat with barbed wire is fine.

  That accumulated water was directly drawn from the kitchen and even specially poured into the ditch, that iron wire net is almost stuck to the horizontal surface, which is forcing people to suffocate themselves to a thickness of a photo to pass through from below.

  A slight distraction can easily make you enjoy a snack.

  I remember that day, I was crawling and suddenly felt something on my back being pricked, so I subconsciously lifted my body and immediately got stuck in the barbed wire and fell back into the dirty water.

  Luckily I shut up quickly, but my nose was stuffy for a long time and I didn't come back to my senses.

  Jiang Kuan's grandson was quite unlucky.

  Also crawling and accidentally scratching the iron wire to the water, after crawling out, everyone saw Jiang Kuan's son's shape and laughed.

  It seems that the stir-fried bitter melon I had for lunch was quite suitable for Jiang Kuan's grandson's taste, and the kid had a piece of bitter melon stuck to his mouth and a garlic head on top of his head.

  Under this training condition, can you say that practicing diligently will lead to success?

  Is it possible?

  It's okay, this exercise saw results quickly and my reputation as a bald-headed person was established in this one outing.

  That day, we were in the middle of a 400-meter obstacle course exercise when I saw the team leader's camouflage jeep rushing to the company headquarters like crazy. The instructor came out to greet him. Then I saw the team leader pointing and gesturing towards us, and the instructor shouted for Huang Ming to come over. Then it was just Huang Ming standing at attention, saluting, answering questions, standing at attention again, saluting again, and answering questions again.

  Then Kuang Ming ran back and looked at me and Jiang Kuan Yang and said you three come together.

  We ran over to stand at attention and salute, then the squad leader looked us up and down and shook his head saying no way, this is too obvious, especially with this big guy, one look and you can tell he's not from that environment, going out will definitely blow our cover.

  Then the instructor said that these three were originally art soldiers, especially this big guy had experience in a song hall, shouldn't they be able to do it? Why not take them out and try?

  I was stunned.

  What is this for?

  I've even mixed up song and dance halls with being a cultured soldier. I myself have almost forgotten that I'm a cultured soldier, how did it get brought up again now?

  Then the team leader looked me up and down a few times without saying anything. Suddenly, the participant turned to me and said "Follow me".

  Walked into the office, Team Head Zhang sat down and Director Kuang also stood up, looking at us three and said, "You come to recite a literary piece for us to see if it's that kind of meaning?"

  I was even more confused.

  What does this mean exactly?

  What's on your mind, coming all the way here to listen to me sing a little tune, watch the river flow and swing my hips, and then even bring along a yangqin (a type of Chinese zither)?

  Is today just an ordinary day?

  Besides, you just want to relax and have a song or two. Ten months ago, the market price for singing in the hall was 50 yuan per song. Today, as your leader, I'll give it to you at 20% off, or half price?

  At that time, I took a deep breath and stood up straight with a standard posture, then opened my mouth and sang a song in the standard military singing style, which is loud and clear.

  The squad leader stood up and shook his head, saying no way. It's not a military song, but rather a local art song that hums and murmurs. The best thing is to get rid of the taste of the army.

  I was completely stunned at the time!

  I practiced for those ten months and then changed the scene, I shouted a small bird during the New Year's Day and didn't open my mouth again. Now I can open my mouth is a miracle.

  Think hard, think again, that year Alan Tam had a romantic rainy night with some impression, just open your mouth and come again.

  Then Zhang Ze shook his head and said no, it can't be bird language, it must be standard Mandarin. Can you speak any other languages?

  Just think again...

  Thank you to the Black Panther band, it was your song "No Place to Hide" that saved my life and laid the foundation for me to become famous, making this bald head shine all the way to the memory of the team leader.

  I just sang a loud and embarrassing song, I was really embarrassed at that time!

  Shouting the number, shouting to kill, my throat is almost gone. Anyway, I myself listen to it all broken sounds and off-pitch. When it comes to high notes, I can only come up with a shameless falsetto, half true and half fake, just to get through.

  Then the team leader said you guys prepare well and buy a few boxes of tapes to listen to them, and Lao Shang, you make a task briefing.

  The instructor said to us, "You three listen carefully, this time we are going to cooperate with a certain department on an arrest operation. Since you are all new faces and the other department is in urgent need, so get ready and go!"

  To put it in a Northeastern dialect, at that time I felt like my brain was completely muddled!

  What's going on here?

  We seem to be in the army?

  When did the Army Special Forces become so capricious?

  Anyway, it's all muddled, first grabbed a big bunch of tapes from Kuang Ming and listened to them fiercely, then learned at least thirty popular songs in one day.

  The river is wide and the grandson is simple.

  Anyway, the training was so cruel that it had already pulled his ligaments and whatnot loose. Now, let alone twisting his waist into a big hemp rope or twisting it into three sections in a lotus-style S-shape, there's no problem at all.

  It's all because of Yang Ke.

  With a handful of calluses, you're now holding a large saw to cut the erhu, he can't even feel the vibration on the saw blade, let alone the strings.

  So Yang Ke is also a fierce guy.

  I managed to get some sandpaper from the armory and ground off the calluses on my hands, but within a day, that "Honghu People's Wish" made me feel uncomfortable all over again. I really wanted to grab that little brat and smash him several times.

  Then Brother Kuang Ming took us onto the car and then onto the plane and we arrived at a hotel to check out the venue first.

  As soon as I saw that scene, I knew why they asked us few inexperienced people who had never seen blood to help, and even specifically chose a few of us who were into literature and art.

  It was a huge concert hall and the stage was an inverted arc, just covering the three VIP seats in the middle. Behind the VIP seat, there was also a leisurely and elegant three-meter-wide pool with only two passages connecting the seats on both sides.

  If the person they want to catch is sitting in a VIP seat and has booked three VIP seats, it's estimated that the capture will be very difficult. The most suitable for capturing is us who are standing at the entrance selling songs, anyway, one step can reach the position, the distance is too short, and the captured object absolutely can't react.

  Then Kuang Ming said to me in a very serious tone, "You three will take turns going up. Starting from tomorrow night at 8 o'clock, you will take turns performing. As soon as you see the red light flash behind the VIP seat, there will be a 30-second blackout and you will go up and grab the target. Take the target away from the back of the stage, it's that fat guy."

  The fat guy with curly hair in the photo doesn't look like a Chinese person at all. Judging from his appearance and clothes, he looks somewhat like an Arab or a Persian.

  I didn't know what was wrong with me at the time, but I suddenly came up with a cool line and said to Lao Da, "I know whether you want to die or live?"

  You're crazy, haven't you heard that it's an arrest? If you want to die, do you still need these few trashy guys to show off?

  It's indeed!

  Certain department has so many top-notch people, with just a casual swipe, they become a group of godly marksmen. Are they even eating vegetarian food? How can it be our turn?

  Within five meters, don't even mention our kind of people, just any random guy wearing a vest is also...

  Then Gang Ming's brother solemnly instructed a sentence.

  Arrest them quietly, don't shoot. It's best if others in the song hall still don't know what happened after the arrest!

  What's all this about?