Chapter 6: The Leap of Quality (Part 1)

  On the playground, 500 students stood quietly, and the principal was summarizing on stage: "Dear students, I'm delighted to have spent these four happy years with you. Our school rules are strict, and our teachers' requirements are also strict. Through your own efforts, you've learned a lot of useful things, and here I'd like to congratulate you!"

  The principal paused for a moment, his eyes quickly scanning over the students before continuing.

  Everyone knows that today, 200 of you will be leaving this big collective to go to a new place. Here, I want to tell you that you are also the pride of our school, you are also the elite. It's just that every game has its rules, and everyone has their own path. You will continue to go to the local troops for further study, and you are also the pillars of the motherland's future.

  And this time, the top 300 students who passed the assessment will embark on a new journey, overcoming one difficulty after another in their future life path, constantly challenging their own limits, and realizing your ideal of defending the country and protecting the family.

  "Fellow students, each and every one of you is our school's pride, I am proud of you!"

  A sweep of the previous gloomy mood, everyone stood up straight, emitting a strong sense of confidence.

  Zhang Hang raised his head and gazed up at the sky, thinking about a question in his mind: where is our next stop?

  Wow! I was suddenly promoted to Lieutenant Colonel, looks like a bright future ahead.

  There are absolutely not a few people who have such an idea in their cars.

  After several hours of bumpy ride, the car finally arrived at its destination - a certain field training camp in Shenyang Military Region.

  This training camp was originally located in the eastern part of Shenyang, nestled between mountains and water. It was once a base for a field reconnaissance unit, but due to its massive scale and comprehensive training programs, it was renovated and became the main base for the Divine Dragon Mobile Troops.

  The training camp is guarded against outsiders and insiders. From the outside, it looks no different from ordinary barracks. Once someone with unknown identity invades, the guards can strike on the spot.

  If it is allowed to sneak into the interior, the troops inside can easily annihilate it!

  The command center of the training camp is located in a three-story circular building, and the actual combat training ground surrounds the command center for about 10 kilometers.

  From the surveillance room of the command center, every corner of the training camp can be seen.

  "This morning you will tidy up and familiarize yourself with the venue, this afternoon at 1 o'clock gather on the playground to listen to the principal's speech." The car stopped in front of the barracks, a colonel shouted.

  "Look, Lao Da, even the sentries here are at least colonel-level officers. What kind of unit is this?" Shi Tu Jian said.

  Also, a small number of people wore a dragon-shaped badge on their chest, don't know what it's for. Xīu Gāng raised another question.

  "It can be confirmed that this is definitely a branch of the Wangpai troops. As for what specific branch, I don't know either. You'll naturally find out when the time comes." Zhang Hang replied.

  "Comrade General, may I ask what unit this is?" Shi Tu Jian persisted, pulling on the general's arm and asking with a familiar tone.

  "When I first got here, I was just like you, curious to death."

  "Right, right. Everyone has a curious mind! Then who told you afterwards?"

  "No one told me, but I still paid the price of running ten laps around the playground. The captain told me in fact that sometimes curiosity kills people. In the army, you only have to obey orders. What shouldn't be asked, don't ask. However, I can remind you that as long as you pass the final assessment and stay, you will naturally know what kind of army this is."

  "It's another assessment!" Si Tu Jian sighed and didn't ask any more questions.

  "What do you think?" The big school laughed very slyly.

  "I don't know if it's true or false!" Si Tu Gang also muttered: "It can't be that he's pretending to be mysterious, right?"

  Afternoon, training ground, oath-taking rally site.

  "Hello everyone, I am Deng Xiao, your principal. Welcome to join this mobile force with no establishment, no number, only code-named "Shenlong", which is directly under the Military Commission." A white-haired, majestic old man in a military uniform paused and pointed to another soldier standing beside him, saying, "He is Zhao Zilong, your chief instructor, also your team leader, and will be your highest commander on the battlefield in the future."

  Zhao Zilong nodded slightly to everyone, and that was enough of a greeting.

  He stood quietly there, like a javelin stuck in the ground, straight and still, yet clearly giving people a sense of the explosive force hidden within his body that was not to be underestimated.

  "You have already learned a lot of cultural foundation knowledge in school, and here you will receive real training. You will learn shooting, cross-country, reconnaissance, blasting, diving, driving, fighting, parachuting, medical treatment and psychology, among other subjects. In addition, we will teach you how to use various weapons, teach you various lethal techniques, teach you how to use the terrain of the battlefield to organize the most effective offensive methods, and how to use the terrain of the battlefield to organize the most effective defensive teams, in order to improve your combat and survival abilities." The principal said.

  "If we learn all these, won't we become a killing machine?" Someone in the audience blurted out this sentence.

  "Not bad, for the enemy you are a legitimate, world's most expensive killing machine; but for the motherland and people, you are their guardian deity, an invincible and insurmountable steel Great Wall that any enemy cannot defeat or cross!"

  "From now on, you will no longer have anything to do with flowers and wine, luxury cars and beautiful women, sunshine and applause. What awaits you is danger, death, responsibility and mission. You must defend the honor of being a soldier with courage, dignity and even your life."

  "Tell me, can you do it?" The principal shouted at last.

  "Yes!" As soon as the principal finished speaking, a surge of fervent warmth burst forth in every person's chest, as if it might erupt at any moment. The response to the principal was a deafening roar that was one hundred, one thousand times louder than his voice, uniform and resolute.

  The principal's eyes lit up, he knew that with time, these people would become towering heroes who fought against the sky and stood on the earth, they would sweep across the land, unstoppable!

  Everyone carries 25 kilograms and runs five kilometers cross-country. We prepared 280 breakfasts, and the last twenty team members don't need me to explain what it means to fall behind. The instructor in charge of their physical training and combat skills continued to shout, "After finishing breakfast, each person will reduce their load by ten kilograms, do one hundred push-ups and pull-ups, and then report to the combat hall."

  "Now start, run."

  The first time carrying a heavy load cross-country running, everyone was a bit overwhelmed. As time went on, the team changed shape, but each person persisted in gritting their teeth.

  "Hurry up, hurry up, lazy pig! I think you don't want to eat breakfast anymore!"

  "Lunch break is only five minutes, after eating immediately go do push-ups and pull-ups, then assemble at the combat hall, hurry!"

  "Finally got you bunch of lazy pigs here, remember that in a month's time, each and every one of you will increase your load by five kilograms." The instructor said casually while holding the roster. "Ouyang Qiushui, tell me what is the purpose of hand-to-hand combat?"

  "Take down your opponent, instructor."

  "So how can we knock down our opponent?"

  Concentrate all your strength on one point and burst out accurately hitting the opponent's vital spot.

  "Alright, you're right, in my opinion 'war is not for women', I hope the few female team members here can prove me wrong with actual actions. The instructor glared at the female team members and continued, "From now on, my goal is to torture each of you until you are no longer human or ghost-like, until you kneel down and beg for mercy! Next, I will teach you a deadly killing technique that can knock out an enemy with one hit, using the fastest speed and shortest attack route, utilizing any weapon in your hand to take down the enemy."

  However, before learning all these, each and every one of you must first learn to take a beating. Although it is said that offense is the best defense, when you encounter an opponent who is stronger than you, you can use your super strong ability to withstand their attacks and drag them down, only then do you have a chance of winning.

  "So from now on, you will be divided into groups of ten. Each time, nine people will beat one person simultaneously, and switch every half hour. Take this opportunity to settle your past grievances together, and once you leave here, everyone will still be good brothers. Our medical staff will be ready at all times to provide services for you."

  As soon as the instructor's voice fell, some team members nodded to each other with a smile on their faces. Zhang Hang saw their hypocritical smiles and his forehead suddenly broke out in cold sweat.

  It's time to settle the account of being the sole "Flower Queen" back then!

  After the free shooting in the morning, Zhang Hang was greatly affected in the live ammunition shooting in the afternoon. This master shooter who had always been number one or two in school was punished for the first time - picking up shell casings with nine other comrades.

  "Qiu Shui, I know your shooting skills, why bother accompanying me to pick up the shells?"

  "You handed me a steamed bun this morning and got caught by the instructor, which resulted in you not having breakfast either. Now your injuries, more or less, are also because of me; what's wrong with keeping you company to pick up some shell casings?" Ou Yang Qiushui gave Zhang Hang a white eye.

  "Hurry up and pick it up, we still have to eat dinner. Luckily, we have a medical class tonight, so I'll treat your injuries then. However, I don't want to accompany you to pick up shells every day, you're on your own!"

  "Trust me, Qiushui, from tomorrow on, I won't let you accompany me to pick up shells anymore, trust me!" Zhang Hang replied with a firm gaze.

  Evening.

  "In the past two hours, I taught you simple bomb-making and defusing methods. Later, I will gradually increase the difficulty and teach you how to manufacture and defuse various bombs around the world. Finally, I will teach you how to lay mines and defuse them in jungles and underwater."

  "Next, take a 10-minute break, and after 10 minutes, proceed with battlefield first aid and medical training. That classmate with the bruised nose and swollen face, hang in there, you'll get effective treatment soon."

  Alas! I've become a rescue target, but it's indeed a bit painful. Zhang Hang furrowed his brow.

  Ten minutes later.

  "Zhang Hang, come up here and be our live specimen, and we'll treat your injuries at the same time. And everyone, next time in combat class, feel free to go all out, aside from having medical staff on site, we'll also give you a thorough treatment tonight!"

  Ouyang Qiushui was very interested in this course and she was the most diligent student from start to finish, as for the reason, everyone knows it in their heart.

  "My god! That perverted instructor, doesn't even let us take off our heavy loads for breakfast, and also doesn't allow us to take them off during push-ups and pull-ups, really exhausting people, let's see how he'll handle it?"

  "Don't complain, it's not like perverts wouldn't come here anyway. Three-legged toads are hard to find, but aren't two-legged humans even harder to find?"

  "If anyone's to blame, it shouldn't be you. Zhang Hang is the unluckiest person today. He wanted to give a mantou to Ouyang Qiushui, but ended up not even getting his own breakfast. Then he got beaten up by us. Now my feeling can be summed up in one word: awesome!"

  "Alright, get some rest and recharge for tomorrow's match, we've got a lot of work ahead of us."

  Colosseum

  Today, they found that Zhang Hang had changed.

  He became calmer than yesterday, moved faster, and dodged more nimbly. It was much harder to land another effective hit on Zhang Hang.

  The same attack that could easily hit Zhang Hang yesterday is now impossible today.

  To know that last night, Zhang Hang carefully recalled the key points of his actions during the day, which actions could be improved and which actions could be omitted, now he understands them clearly.

  The team members found that Zhang Hang's attacking movements became simple, direct and effective, which was a world of difference from the busy left and right blocks yesterday.

  The team member who attacked Zhang Hang most fiercely yesterday was also the one who got hurt the worst today, it seems that tonight's medical class rescue mission is tailor-made for him.

  One day down, except for a few female team members, Zhang Hang's injury was the lightest.

  As a man of great character would never bully a girl, it's only when he has no choice that he makes a thorough attack.

  Despite this, the girls did not take it to heart. They struck again with a fierce and swift blow, determined to prove that women could hold up half the sky on the battlefield as well.

  From now on, we will never pick up shell casings again. Zhang Hang held the gun in his hand on the shooting range, silently reciting to himself.

  However, when Zhang Hang's eyes sank into the aiming state, he immediately eliminated all distractions in his mind, and his heart was as calm as still water.

  "The gun is also alive, it has spirituality. When you hold it, you can only communicate with it using your heart and soul."

  It's an experience that can't be put into words.

  Most people can't achieve it in their lifetime, but some people can do it instantly.

  If you can't do this, then you have no choice but to rely on long-term hard work and practice to achieve a hundred percent accuracy.

  If you reach this point, with just a lift of your hand, your heart and gun will be in sync, hitting the target every time.

  "This is man and gun united!"

  The instructor's words echoed softly in his ears, and suddenly a thought flashed through his mind: If guns also have lives, then on the battlefield, apart from comrades, guns are also partners that can be entrusted with one's life. One should cherish them as if they were their own lives!

  In an instant, Zhang Hang felt his consciousness suddenly reach the muzzle of the gun, and with just a slight movement of his mind, he could easily lock onto his target.

  No more hesitation, no more delay. With a single tap of the index finger, "Bang!" The sound echoed, hitting the bullseye, ten rings!

  Bang, bang, bang...

  Nine shots in a row, every shot hits the bullseye!

  But on the target paper, there was only one hole.

  Zhang Hang knew he had succeeded!

  The target staff member widened his eyes and opened his mouth, but no sound came out of his throat.

  Nine shots missed the target?

  No way! With this level of quality, you can't even get in here.

  Ten shots from the same bullet hole?

  This won't happen, will it?! Unprecedented in history, who's calling? Human or divine?

  "What's wrong with you, still standing there like a fool? Report to the target."

  "Bullseye!"

  After sweeping back and forth "N" times, the scorer confirmed that he had clearly seen the target paper and the number of bullets in the soil behind it. He took a deep breath, unconsciously licked his lips, and looked up with a surprised expression, shouting loudly.

  Suddenly, the originally lively shooting range fell silent.

  Everyone was staring at the bullet hole in the middle of the target paper, and everyone's eyes were filled with surprise, doubt, and confusion.

  Is this true?

  Only the instructor's eyes lit up, and he said loudly: "Change targets, change moving targets."

  "Come on, try again." The instructor's voice was shaking with excitement.

  With a "click", the gun that was hanging down just now was level with his arm in less than a second.

  Zhang Hang's body and mind were completely immersed in the gun, and the years of waiting seemed to be just for this moment of blooming. Zhang Hang knew that from now on, his life would never be separated from the gun again!

  Without a moment's pause, after ten shots rang out, all ten moving targets fell down with a thud.

  "Then change to an even faster one."

  Within twenty seconds, ten moving targets fell again.

  Everyone stared at Zhang Hang, his body looked exceptionally majestic and resolute under the sunset, only two words left in everyone's mind: God of Guns!

  "Oh no!"

  Someone couldn't believe their eyes at this scene, and pinched themselves hard on the arm, crying out in pain.

  "It turns out all of this wasn't a dream, it's real!"

  Zhang Hang put away his gun, raised an eyebrow, and thought to himself: Next target, defeat the hand-to-hand combat instructor!

  On the side, Ouyang Qiushui was drunk with admiration, such a man who stands tall and upright, can be trusted to entrust one's whole life!

  How is this possible?!

  If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, I wouldn't have believed it!

  Principal Deng Xiao and Captain Zhao Zilong only saw Zhang Hang's complete shooting action clearly in slow motion: from raising the gun to aiming to firing, Zhang Hang used only 2.5 seconds from start to finish.

  Hand and gun are one, aiming at the target in an instant, then the gun fires and the target falls.

  What a genius!

  Something others can't achieve even after 2-3 years of hard practice, he achieved it all at once.

  It's almost the limit of human endurance, on the battlefield a second can decide life and death, if I were to drag it out for days, I'm afraid I would definitely be the one to die.

  At this thought, Zhao Zilong's heart was inexplicably excited.