Thirteen, new soldier egg

  It feels like it's still pitch black outside. It should be dawn already.

  There was a commotion on the upper bunk. Then came the rustling sound of someone getting dressed. Someone patted the bed frame, as if calling to themselves.

  Xu Fu is too lazy to care.

  When a palm print landed on his butt, Xu Fu still couldn't be bothered to move, like a pig.

  Dead pig.

  Someone whispered, the last two words were audible, with a hint of resentment.

  Suddenly, a burst of gunfire came from the corridor, with single shots and automatic fire ringing out. However, this sound was not real, it seemed to be an effect processed through electronic devices. Although he was asleep, Xufu could still distinguish this subtle difference.

  Someone rushed out of the door.

  Xu Fu didn't move.

  He has been raising pigs for almost a year, and with his long-term living habits, he doesn't have the concept of getting up early.

  In a month of new recruit training, he was almost adjusted by human effort, but unfortunately lost the opportunity to cultivate the habit of getting up early after going down to the company.

  Three minutes later, the door opened again.

  Someone kicked him, he felt it and found that the other party had no malice, but he still didn't move. He waited until the big leather shoe print fell on his body before pretending to wake up. Opening his eyes was an instinct he had developed during those years of living in the mountains, Xu Fu.

  It's Zhang Jie from upstairs. His face is full of anger.

  He was just scolded by the captain because he didn't take good care of Xu Fu.

  Upper and lower bunks of fellow soldiers, paired up with each other, getting out of bed together, going to the cafeteria together, acting together, the only thing that doesn't include is probably just going to the toilet.

  Treat dorm-mates like your own brothers, this is a rule and also a basic training for cultivating team spirit.

  Zhang Jie felt wronged but had no way to explain it to others. How did he end up with such a master?

  When the two rushed to the cafeteria, the team members had already started eating. Xu Fu was about to find a seat when Zhang Jie pulled him back. He stood straight up and didn't intend to sit down.

  This can't be because I'm late and there's no food to eat, what kind of rule is this, just thinking about it makes me terrified.

  9397, 5000 meters armed cross-country.

  9414, 5000 meters armed cross-country, plus pull-ups, squat jumps, and push-ups, each 100 times.

  Yes.

  Xu Fu hadn't even understood the current order when Zhang Jie pulled him out of the cafeteria.

  The cross-country course is on the mountain outside the cafeteria.

  The mountain is covered with trees and there are no roads, except for a few road signs indicating the straight-line distance, it's not much different from the wildlife parks on the outskirts of big cities.

  Zhang Jie carried his equipment and ran forward with his head down. Xu Fu followed behind him at a steady pace.

  After running for a while, Zhang Jie felt someone pulling him from behind. He turned his head and saw Xu Fu Zheng rushing towards him with a smile. His hands somehow had two dead birds on them. Xu Fu Zheng was "undressing" the birds, and in the blink of an eye, they had become **.

  Xu Fu handed one over, indicating that he should eat. During wilderness survival training, Zhang Jie had come into contact with this thing and had a foundation in digestion. Seeing Xu Fu's wolf-like eating appearance, his first reaction was: savage.

  After finishing breakfast, Zhang Jie's anger dissipated a bit.

  What's wrong with you?

  Xu Fu waved a small branch in his hand. It was an answer.

  You didn't come down here with this thing, did you?

  Zhang Jie's face was shocked. The skill of plum blossom needle, he had heard of it, and today he finally saw it.

  The two returned to the training ground when the training session had already begun.

  Indiscriminate melee attacks. That is, you can choose any opponent to exchange moves with in any way. Fists fall on the human body, making a dull sound. Someone falls down, but quickly gets up and joins the group fight. Every move hits the flesh. Former teammates have now become enemies.

  This is what real training looks like!

  Zhang Jie slung down his combat backpack and charged into the crowd...

  The morning class was still going on, but Xu Fu didn't have a chance to participate. Only one person continued to receive punishment for himself.

  Xu Fu stopped, and the team battle also ended. Everyone was injured, each with a bandage. Sweat mixed with the smell of blood filled the air on the training ground. People were waiting for him.

  Xu Fu stood there stupidly, he didn't know which line to join.

  Everyone welcomes new team member 9414.

  Sparse applause. Xu Fu's 1.71-meter stature was unremarkable among this group of tall team members.

  As usual, who's going to welcome our new teammate?

  Hong Wei said.

  I.

  Before his words had fallen, Zhang Jie was the first to come out. As a successor of Bajiquan, he wanted to verify his own strength.

  Xu Fu's swift and deadly move of flying branch killing the bird made Zhang Jie feel that there was a certain gap between them. As for how big the gap was, only verification would tell.

  Xu Fu stood there, unaware of what this scene meant.

  Zhang Jie made his move. He took a quick step, his left palm flashed, and his right foot twisted, turning sideways to face Xu Fu. Three moves in succession: an uppercut to the head, an elbow strike to the chest, and a lower cut to the groin. Quick and efficient. Xu Fu swiftly dodged to the side.

  Fast, it was a terrifying fast. On the scene, there were only a few people who saw Xu Fu's movements clearly.

  Zhang Jie launched a swift attack, while Xu Fu dodged and weaved. No matter how hard Zhang Jie tried, he just couldn't land a hit on Xu Fu's body. The outcome was clear.

  Once more.

  Before he finished speaking, two more people jumped out and joined the group fight. Xu Fu was still hiding, his figure even faster.

  Another four came up, and Xu Fu felt the pressure.

  One person represents a school of martial arts. The power of seven kinds of fist techniques attacking at the same time is difficult to deal with. Moreover, the direct ferocity and the military-style boxing attack that was summarized from actual combat made Xu Fu's forehead sweat slightly. Suddenly, his foot slipped, and his body stumbled for a moment. In this instant, he felt a sticky force inside, and his right arm was restrained by this power.

  Tai Chi or Bagua? His father had once warned him that when encountering an opponent who was skilled in the use of soft power, he must be careful. Today, he indeed encountered one.

  At some point, two more people joined the team battle.

  The two men were indeed practitioners of Tai Chi and Bagua Quan.

  Welcome!

  Xu Fu's fighting spirit has been ignited at this moment.

  He no longer hesitated. With a loud crash, he punched Zhang Jie with his right fist, and his body shook as he transmitted the force to his right arm. Borrowing strength from the strike, he broke free from the restraints on his right arm. Then, he lowered his body slightly, stretched out his index finger, and poked it into Zhang Jie's ribcage, causing him to freeze in place. With a series of swift movements - poke, slap, and poke again - Xu Fu struck the acupoints of all seven people who had previously fallen to the ground within a span of ten seconds or so.

  Xu Fu could have used his dismembering skills to take down several people on the spot, but they were all teammates, and with Zhang Jie being a brother, he couldn't bring himself to do it.

  The remaining two, he can focus on dealing with them.

  Stop.

  A loud shout from outside the court stopped everyone's movements. At some point, Principal Xu had arrived at the training ground.

  What are you doing? Why don't you use the most direct way to solve the battle? You should know that being merciful to the enemy is cruel to yourself. On the training ground, there are only opponents, no friends or brothers.

  Director Xu's face was stern.

  Alright, today's morning training session has come to an end. Let's proceed with the next training project. Gongdui, you arrange it.

  Director Xu said coldly and left without looking back.

  Xu Fu didn't know why Xu was furious (he didn't know Xu's official title, so he could only use this uniform term). Where did he go wrong? Xu Fu didn't know that on this training ground, everything had to be close to actual combat. In other words, only training that is close to actual combat can be called real training. Getting injured on the training ground was very normal.

  It's better to be injured than dead...

  The training ground was silent. Today, it's really embarrassing to lose face like this, and it was actually caused by a new recruit. These elite soldiers, who were once the best of the best, felt some shame on their faces.

  After turning over several corridors, I arrived at the shooting range.

  Unlike other places, this shooting range is indoors. And it's not a fixed target. All the targets are randomly set by computer, and the targets are also smaller than those in the shooting range, only half the size of a human head.

  This design highlights the proximity to actual combat, testing the shooter's first reaction ability. Emphasizing speed, accuracy, and ruthlessness. One shot hits, every shot is a headshot, and after the shooter hits the target, the target can synchronously spray red **, which adds to the visual impact and enhances the team members' immunity to fear psychology on the battlefield. Giving people a sense of being in the midst of it all.

  Team members started freely choosing firearms, handguns, micro-submachine guns, assault rifles, domestic and foreign, all available.

  Watching others one by one take their favorite firearms, every half minute entering the enclosed training ground (the minimum requirement for training is to kill at least 5 targets within half a minute), Xu Fu stood still without moving.

  Everyone present was somewhat excited. The simulated battlefield environment set by the computer has thousands of varieties, and for the same person, every time they enter, there will never be repetition or similarity, each time there is a new feeling, a new challenge, and every entry into the training ground is a self-transcendence.

  This training method is worth promoting but cannot be promoted due to its high cost. There are only two sets in the whole country, one here and another as a backup.

  Xu Fu did not know which gun he should choose. His reaction was somewhat out of place with everyone present.

  9414, choose a gun.

  Weng Wei just came out of the training ground. His performance today was pretty good. He took down 8 targets. Excellent.

  Xu Fu was still hesitating. Sweat began to break out on his forehead.

  You can't even hold a gun, can you?

  Someone is moving over there.

  They have all received certain psychological tactical training and can make a preliminary judgment on people's natural reflection. Some people saw Xu Fu's embarrassment.

  He hesitated for a moment before walking up to the gun rack, and from among the pile of metal killing instruments, he picked out a handgun. A Type 54. Someone burst out laughing on the spot.

  Type 54 7.62mm pistol is a Chinese clone of the Soviet TT-30/33 pistol, standardized in 1954 and named after that year, still in service today as the most produced and issued pistol in China. The Type 54 pistol uses a short recoil operation with a tilting barrel, has a hammer safety, and features an empty chamber indicator.

  Specific parameters are:

  Caliber: 7.62 mm;

  Overall length: 196 mm; Barrel width: 30 mm; Height: 128.5 mm; Barrel length: 116 mm; Total weight: 0.85 kg; Sight base length: 156 mm

  Muzzle velocity: 420-440 m/s; Rate of fire: 30 rounds/min, Range: 50m; Cartridge: Type 51 pistol cartridge; 7.62x25mm, Magazine capacity: 8 rounds.

  The advantages of this gun are its great lethality and good performance, but the disadvantages are that it has a strong recoil, which makes continuous firing not conducive to stabilizing the muzzle. It's not very suitable for special forces use. Moreover, this type of gun has been phased out from the troops and replaced with the 92-style. This kid actually has a soft spot for this outdated firearm, what a freak!

  The real reason is only known by Xu Fu himself, apart from the 81-1 Type 7.62mm semi-automatic rifle which he has handled a few times, there is only this kind of gun that he is relatively familiar with.

  Liáng Jìn had previously forced this kind of gun into his hands and played with it a few times.

  "This kid isn't a rookie, is he?!" someone whispered.

  Everyone stopped what they were doing and looked at Xu Fu.