Chapter 11: The Eagle Shoots the Sun (Part 2)

Instructor Kim Jae-hee's gaze swept fiercely over everyone's faces, and all the trainees fell silent.

"Fine, since none of you are afraid of death, or rather, you won't shed tears until you see the coffin, I, as your instructor, won't be polite to you!" Jin Zhexi said coldly, "In the next six years, let's consider ourselves exhausted!" Over six years, you will learn from us karate, taekwondo, aikido, Muay Thai, judo, French wrestling, swordsmanship, dagger stabbing, and more than a dozen other combat techniques representing the world's main and branch schools. If you fail even one, you will forget about getting a qualified graduation from me! ”

"Is there a problem?!"

Before the other trainees could speak, Zhanxiage stretched his neck and roared, "Yes!" ”

Jin Zexi's gaze fell on Zhanxia Ge, who stood among the students, clearly several dozen centimeters taller than the others, and said, "Speak!" ”

"Instructor, you're a seventh-dan black belt in karate. In the future, you'll teach us martial arts like Taekwondo, Aikido, Muay Thai, Judo, and so on. But as Chinese people, as the most elite special forces in China, why don't you teach us more advanced Chinese martial arts? To promote the national essence of China?! ”

Jin Zexi laughed, "You look so patriotic!" ”

The war hero song shouted, "I don't know if you love your country, but what I hate most is traitors!" Even if I'm not a soldier, if an enemy really invades our homeland, I'd be the first to grab a medicine bag and play with them with a human bomb! ”

This passage is a true reflection of Zhanxia Ge's inner feelings; when he says it on the training ground, it truly carries a powerful impact! Kim Chaek-hee nodded silently and continued to ask, "So, if you really have the chance to make a human bomb, what drug would you use?" ”

"Of course, it's *zha medicine!" If there were a C4, that would be even better! ”

"Good, not bad. I didn't expect you, a patriot, to know about two things in this world: *zha medicine and *. But......"

Instructor Kim Jae-hee's voice suddenly grew stern: "China has a five-thousand-year history and civilization, truly vast and resource-driven, with the four great inventions widely praised. Why don't you carry the black flame invented by us Chinese and go down with the enemy?!" ”

"From now on, on the battlefield, you must never use automatic rifles or machine guns, because they were invented by the Americans! You definitely shouldn't ride in any tank, because it was invented by the British! Don't use your phone, don't use electric lights, don't use your computer, because electricity was discovered by Franklin! You, patriot, take up the * and carry the homemade cannon to fight the enemy to the death! ”

"Of course, if you were a descendant of Genghis Khan and knew how to use special techniques like the 'Continuous Arrow' technique, I wouldn't mind if you took a hard bow and carried a box of long arrows onto the battlefield! But I want to remind you: you can mount bronze or iron arrowheads on long arrows, or even forcibly pluck a few teeth from the wolf's mouth to make wolf fang arrows—that's your freedom. But never use steel arrowheads, because in China's 5,000-year history, steel smelting technology has not yet been developed! ”

Zhanxiage blushed, but out of respect for Chinese martial arts, he stubbornly stuck to his views and shouted, "Yes, I admit that since the Industrial Revolution began in the West in the eighteenth century, the technological and cultural gap between China and Western countries has widened, but our Chinese martial arts remain the strongest combat in the world!" ”

"I don't know if Chinese martial arts are the strongest combat techniques in the world, but here I want to ask you: whether you practice Wing Chun, Tai Chi Bagua, or Xingyi Tuishou Iron Sand Palm, how much time do you think it takes to truly master real combat? Or even a one-shot kill on the enemy?! ”

"Take the powerful iron sand palm for example. Just using your own palm to insert the constantly heated sand in an iron pot takes a whole year!" As all-around special operations experts trained by the Fifth Special Forces Elite Training School over fifteen years, how much time do you have to foolishly stick sand into an iron pot?! Your hands need to skillfully assemble bombs in the shortest time that even bomb disposal experts shake their heads and smile wryly. You must be able to pilot the world's most advanced and sophisticated fighter jets, even spaceships. Can you really use that method to destroy your own hands? ”

Kim Chaek-hee suddenly emphasized his tone and said sternly, "I admit Chinese martial arts have their own unique characteristics and are profound and extensive, but they are truly too strong, truly overly profound!" Perhaps in our lifetime, we will never grasp its true meaning, but as modern soldiers who must master more and more professional knowledge, on the most chaotic and potentially frenzied battlefield, what we must do is use the strongest weapon we still have to strike the enemy head-on! ”

Jin Zexi glared at Zhanxiage and said sternly, "If one day you really meet the enemy on the battlefield, whether you defeat them with karate or take down those unlucky ones with rat poison and quicklime, the corpses on the ground will never jump up to accuse you of not using Chinese martial arts!" Remember, on the battlefield, victory belongs only to those who survive. As for the mud lying on the ground, no matter how great, noble, or with national pride and confidence, it's all nonsense! If you don't even have that awareness, then get out of the Fifth Special Forces Elite Training School as soon as possible and become your own passionate youth! Did you understand?! ”

Zhanxiage took a deep breath and roared, "Got it! ”

"Today, the first lesson I'm going to teach you in combat class isn't about combat theory, not about how to make you can't even kick my grandma down, or kick your legs over your heads like noodles, and definitely not about making you stand there like a bunch of frogs screaming!" Jin Zhexi said coldly, "Look at your classmates around you. I don't care what methods you use. Anyone who manages to snatch a belt from someone else and walk right behind me is the victor of this war!" As punishment for the losers, those who lost their belts must clean the entire training ground, including the two pairs of boots I left in the instructors' lounge, spotlessly clean! ”

Seeing all the trainees with their mouths agape, staring at him blankly, Instructor Jin Zhehee suddenly let out a wild roar: "Fight, fight, fight, fight!" A soldier's nature is to attack—a pack of wolves that howl wildly at the command and lunge at the enemy! A soldier who gets an order to attack and actually acts foolish on the battlefield is complete trash! Give me !! ”

Zhanxiage was the first to react. He stretched out his large hand and, like an eagle catching a chick, grabbed a trainee beside him. He glared at the little boy, whose face was flushed and he struggled desperately but couldn't break free from his grip. Suddenly, he let go and shouted, "Reporting to the instructor, I'm not doing this!" ”

Zhanxiage's wild roar truly shook the entire arena, and hundreds of trainees in the training ground turned their gazes toward him together. Facing Jin Zexi's angry gaze, Zhanxiage straightened his chest and shouted proudly, "Reporting to the instructor, I don't hit children!" ”

Pointing at a group of fifteen- or sixteen-year-old trainees kicking sandbags in a corner of the training ground, Zhanxiage shouted, "As an overage recruit, I request that the instructor allow me to skip grades in combat classes and participate in combat training with them, based on my special circumstances!" ”

"What right do you have to train with them?"

Kim Jae-hee said coldly, "Don't be fooled by how much they may be a few years younger than you. They have all undergone at least six years of rigorous training, each holding a black belt in taekwondo or karate. Without six years of gradual and repeated training, you simply don't qualify to train with them!" ”

"Although I haven't participated in much combat training, I know that to master martial arts, the most important thing is to grow through real combat and continuous training!" Zhan Xiagege pointed at the trainee beside him, who was more than ten years younger than himself, and said, "I really can't imagine how much help it would be for me to train in real combat with them!" ”

"Liu Wei, come here!"

Kim Jae-hee called over a trainee whose black belt was embroidered with three golden threads beside him and said, "He's twelve years old this year, has already received four years of combat training, and holds a third-degree black belt in taekwondo!" If you can beat him, I'll allow you to freely choose the class you think is right for you in combat class and train with them! ”