The Eighteen Arhat and Seven Weapons of Dog Head Troop (4)
Declaration in advance, this little paragraph is a legend! - This thing is placed in this small series because I couldn't find where to put it properly, and also let you see what the police elite are like!
Here is the translation:
I was nearing the end of my basic training when I encountered something that left a deep impression on me - training the special police unit of a certain city's public security bureau. At that time, the special police unit had just been established within the public security system, and some cities called it the anti-riot squad - not part of the armed police force, but rather made up of regular police officers. When I received this order, I was shocked - me, training police? I'm not a troublemaker, but I didn't have a very good impression of the police either. Mainly because there was a police officer who lived in the building next to mine who always thought I was too close to the little girls and wanted to educate me - the key is that I wasn't breaking any laws at the time! However, when I saw the olive green uniforms, I didn't have much of a reaction - I was used to avoiding that police officer. The Dog Head High School team, on the other hand, was excited beyond measure, their eyes shining with enthusiasm - they were even more energetic than me. You see, this kid had dealt with the police quite a bit in Dengfeng, so he had a certain... let's call it "feeling" towards them. I knew that these police officers were in for a rough time. There were two things that really got him going - one was teasing the German Shepherd dogs of the Police Communications Unit... I've mentioned before that he has a way with animals, and the dog squad leader wasn't even angry about it - what's the big deal about playing with your dog? It's not like it's a serious offense or anything. The problem is that the dogs really did seem to recognize him as their master - they would follow him around without being on a leash... I'm not sure if this was just an act, but it seemed real enough. If your dog recognizes someone else as its master, what can you do? The thing is, the dogs really did seem to know Dog Head High School team, and were incredibly affectionate towards him - I've seen him go to the kennels to play with the dogs, and they would all swarm around him like he was some kind of long-lost relative. The second thing that got him going was beating me up - he never seemed to get tired of it, and I eventually got used to it too. If we didn't have a fight every day, I would feel uncomfortable, like my muscles were all stiff.
That day, he didn't attend martial arts class and didn't play with the dog either. Instead, he had us fetch water to soak the logs - oh my god! At that time, I was already getting goosebumps. The log itself weighed over 300 pounds without soaking in water, and after soaking, it became even heavier, who knows how much. It seemed like Dog Head High School team changed their hobby, tormenting me alone wasn't enough, they had to torment our entire special duty squad. Everyone was quite depressed, but orders are orders, so we just followed them, bucket by bucket. Then, we were told to clean up the scattered wooden planks and whatnot.
Then in the afternoon, the police elite arrived. First, a Santana police car came into our yard with a mighty roar, followed by a large sedan with over a dozen people inside. We took one look at the police elite and thought to ourselves that they were all tall and sturdy, but probably didn't have much substance, just like a duck egg with a shiny surface but nothing inside. This is my intuition, I'm telling you what an expert observer looks for - what do they look for? Eyes, whether there's a fierce or murderous aura, or if there's no such aura at all. If it's the former, then you can gauge their abilities and see if you can handle them. But if it's the latter, then they're like our sniper instructor, a god-like figure who will take you down without hesitation, no need to be polite. However, this group of police elite was different, there was no fierce aura in their eyes, only a bird-like air, as if they thought they were superior just because they were themselves.
I saw the Dog Head High School team with eyes shining bright. —— I immediately realized that his hobby had really changed, not to tease me anymore, now the police elite have arrived, and in his eyes, the police elite are more fun than me. The police elite came down wearing sports clothes, sports shoes, Adidas backpacks, and a whole tourist group feeling. Looking around everywhere, what a broken place is this? We didn't say anything, the big team leader and the deputy director who led the team shook hands and went in to chat——I said that our big team should have a good relationship with local authorities, otherwise, life wouldn't be easy. Helping them train special police teams is better than training students! Maybe there are stronger ones among the strong, and we can also learn from the advanced experience of the police elite!
Our special forces team is dealing with these police. Our brothers are all relatively short and thin, standing there like a small sparrow seeing an old bird, having to look up at the police uncle to see him. The elite of the police force laughed: "Is this what special forces are?" Although there were no dirty words, the disdain in their language was obvious.
However, the Dog Head High School team was in a good mood today and didn't start hammering away on the spot. Of course, they were also dissatisfied with their accommodation, but I won't go into that. People who are used to comfort will always be like this when they enter the army barracks. Then there was the meeting between the two sides. We introduced ourselves, and after we finished, we listened to the director blowing his own horn: "You're all elites selected from our public security system!" - The first one introduced himself as a national sanda champion, and we applauded, thinking it was impressive. After retiring from the army, we thought about participating in the national sanda competition, which should have better prospects than doing other things. Then he introduced himself as a black belt in karate, and we applauded again, thinking that instead of fighting Japanese devils, they were practicing Japanese moves, which was also a good thing to do. Next, he introduced over a dozen people who were all very capable - their status in the provincial public security system was quite high, and they had some reputation nationwide... At that moment, I drew a conclusion: the habit of military cadres is conservative introduction, fearing that they might lose face at some point in the future; the habit of local cadres is to prioritize image projects first, and then there's no way to wrap things up, so it ends with nothing being accomplished. To put it bluntly, it's just pretending to be knowledgeable without actually knowing anything.
This conclusion has not expired yet. Then they were going to play basketball and strengthen physical activity, as if to give us a show of strength. They stood on one side of the court in sportswear and sports shoes, looking mighty. We stood on the other side of the court in camouflage uniforms and rubber shoes, looking pitiful.
We're not very good at playing basketball, the police team has a lot of tall guys who play more, but the Dog Head High School team doesn't want to play anymore. How can we not play? Let's just play. When we started, it wasn't that simple, everyone was fouling and committing errors, except for me, nobody really understood the rules - my dad is a basketball coach, so I understand some basic rules, but that doesn't mean I'm good at playing. Everyone was traveling, committing fouls, and double dribbling, then the Dog Head High School team got upset... How can this be? While we were figuring things out and learning, I shouted "this is traveling!" and everyone knew what traveling meant, I said "this is double dribbling" and they all understood. It turns out that basketball rules are pretty simple - you can only dribble once... Those basic rules aren't that hard to learn. If we can learn something as complicated as special forces tactics, then learning basketball rules should be a piece of cake!
Then the police elite were in trouble. We wouldn't fight, but we would pass the ball back and forth - the power of the ball was absolutely vicious, you'd block it and immediately get hit with a bruise. We didn't even intentionally use force, just a flick of the wrist - after all, we're the ones who can throw hand grenades over 60 meters and practice flying knives, what kind of strength is that? Plus our speed and agility, although our scoring rate was relatively low compared to other adult basketball games I've seen, but it couldn't stop us from persisting!
The figure darting around the court is my brother's shadow, I won't pass and he'll go crazy, I've become the main scorer - just because I touched it! Our school basketball isn't very popular, football is, all about rough play called "battlefield soccer", relying on physical strength and endurance to run around and fight inside - now even playing against the police elite has become "battlefield basketball".
It didn't take long for the police elite to be unable to withstand, it was indeed painful, how could they not surpass us little black eggs who looked weak and thin? Moreover, they were dragged by our speed and couldn't run anymore. I think they also wondered why these little black eggs didn't feel tired. Alas, I'm also wondering now how I really didn't know what fatigue was at that time? As a result, they panted and couldn't withstand it. In the end, we won.
This is the first round with the police elite. After the basketball game, the police elites were clamoring to take a bath. Where is it so cheap? The brothers are used to being sweaty and muddy every day, you come to train and want to wash up? It hasn't even started yet!
The Dog Head High School team gave me this task. What a two-for-one deal! - Not only did I get to collect the police elite, but also let me play against people. The Dog Head High School team is really not a waste of time! A group of old birds just watched jokes with the Dog Head High School team on the side. At that time, I was thin as an ant and stood in front of these tall and strong police elites, still a private rank.
Whoever comes, I won't hesitate. It wasn't until after I finished off this group of elite police officers that I realized they weren't as tough as I thought. I hadn't even gotten a chance to throw another punch when they were already down - the difference between a wild wolf and a domesticated dog can be seen in an instant. To tell you the truth, at the time I really didn't know that two of them were professional martial arts instructors for the police force, champions who had won national competitions - of course, our street-fighting style doesn't have any way to participate in competitions, we just come out swinging, wanting to take people down, and the referees' whistles aren't even blown yet.
I, a small soldier, beat up all these so-called police elite, really came to who beat who without hesitation.
The Dog Head High School team just blew the whistle. Those police elite quickly lined up, this time honestly, knowing that special forces are not to be trifled with.
Then there's the log. There are several ways to play with logs, and the most common ones are carrying or lifting. You've all seen this in photos, so I won't elaborate - it's a kind of physical training. When the elite police team puts it on their shoulders, they can't help but grit their teeth. The log is heavier than iron when it gets wet, and carrying it on their shoulders not only feels heavy, but also hurts.
Gnashing teeth and twisting mouths, they could barely walk a few steps before being completely useless. --- The process of gathering the elite of the police force was quite long, so I won't go into details, because these are just some short descriptive passages, not the main storyline, I'm just introducing it briefly, in case you don't understand our Dog Head Battalion's characteristics --- All I want to say is that you shouldn't think all Chinese land army soldiers are stupid, let me show you the true nature of our brothers, whether or not you should be laughing at us. Even Montgomery said that when fighting against the Chinese military, don't fight on the ground, so why do some people still think they're better than Montgomery? --- I'll just say the result.
One of the results - every night our Dog Head High School team takes us to open court - what's the point? To play "Police Elite". When we go in, we stand on both sides: "Rise to court!" Then the Police Elite line up, and whoever is supposed to be there that day is put on trial. The Dog Head High School team sits in the middle, almost as if they're wearing judge's hats instead of camouflage uniforms. The reasons are always ridiculous, such as who ate the last sweet potato in the village. Of course, no one gets beaten, that would be against military discipline. It's all just a game. Then we watch the Police Elite perform their grievances and defenses, with tears and snot everywhere.
The acting was superb, and after I retired from the army, I haven't seen any police TV dramas that were better than those city public security police elites back then - absolutely true listening, seeing, and feeling the performance dying in the role as one - what's called coming from life? At that time, I really saw it.
Result number two - the police team's elite squad leader is not trained, but every day he lives in our dog-headed squad, driving around for no reason, and sometimes even dares to sound the siren. Our squad has no one to manage us, our squad has no way to manage, and when it comes to a series of problems with cadres' family members and children, you still have to ask this squad leader to speak on our behalf in the police team, so how can our squad be managed?
The dog head high school team doesn't dare to care, the big captain doesn't speak, who dares to care, he also has a wife and will soon have children. I'll go! Old man is afraid of you, in Dog Head Big Team for one day you must follow our Dog Head Big Team's rules! Our big captain's car doesn't honk the horn, do you dare to honk?!
I gathered the police elite to run on the mountain road, first 5 kilometers, then I heard that police siren wailing and my whole body felt uncomfortable, you guys handle it. Nothing else was said, no one was beaten or scolded, just taking them running on the mountain road.
The police elite went back to ask the director not to blow the whistle, said the director begged him, the small class leader was unhappy, said that listening to the whistle made his whole body uncomfortable. The director cried and laughed, and in the provincial city, he was also a figure who had been spoiled by the cow. The big team leader knew it and scolded the dog head high school team, the dog head high school team cleaned me up. I didn't say anything, just gathered the police elite to run on the mountain road.
What was the result? Not much of a result - the police elite were not familiar with anything else, and they weren't even familiar with the police car. At night, a few people managed to mess with the switch for the siren in the director's car. And then there was no more wailing. The police elite still ran mountain roads with me, but it wasn't as long as before.
The result of three - the password of the police elite.
At night, the troops had a password to say, and the police elite lived in an empty building on their own, but they also had a password. A scope was drawn, and the Dog Head Brigade wasn't where you wanted to go wherever you wanted to go, nor were the police elite. Their passwords were certainly different from ours. Our passwords changed every day, and it was a unified regulation that couldn't be told to them.
I gave them a password of my own. Their sentry saw the password was: "Big brother! The wind is not very good lately! - Return order!"
Someone said: "Yes! Brother, now the rules are really damn many and it's not human!"
Don't think it's a joke, the elite police officers from 26 to 35 years old all have this set of rules, which was specified by me, an 18-year-old little soldier, and they said it with extreme seriousness. They ran the road and hammer special obstacle course that I came up with.
The final result was that when the police elite graduated, they were full of energy and couldn't wait to use it. They watched the performance with a hearty laugh. Later, one of the police elites even called me to say that now whenever he sees a door, he wants to kick it open and rush in. The phrases "dog day", "bird man", "hammer" and "no way" etc. always accompanied their team, and they found what it means to be a man and a special elite. After retiring from the army, I saw on TV and online that police elites are just like that, with a smile.
Many past events are just in this smile.
