Don’t Pretend, I’m Actually Taking Special Forces

Qin Yuan sneered and threw the file bag in his hand on the table. His voice was low but oppressive: "Zhang Chu, you really can't see yourself clearly. I didn't call you here to discuss your training results. But because of your performance today, I have to wonder whether you know why you are standing here."

Zhang Chu was stunned for a moment, then raised his head, with a hint of doubt in his eyes.

Qin Yuan stood up, walked around the desk, walked to Zhang Chu, and stared at him deeply: "You are always eager to catch up with others, and always want to use speed and strength to prove that you are strong. But Zhang Chu, listen up ——On the battlefield, speed and strength never equal victory.”

Zhang Chu was startled, opened his mouth, and was about to refute, but Qin Yuan waved his hand to stop him: "Don't refute in a hurry. You have strength and speed, but what you lack is calmness and discipline. These two things make a soldier The true basis of survival.”

At this point, Qin Yuan's tone softened slightly. He stared into Zhang Chu's eyes and said in a deep voice, "Do you know how your father Zhang Guoqiang died?"

Upon hearing the name "Zhang Guoqiang", Zhang Chu's pupils shrank instantly, and his whole body felt as if he had been struck by lightning. He stared at Qin Yuan, his lips trembling slightly: "Instructor... have you checked me?"

Qin Yuan sneered: "After you became a martyr, the file is here." He pointed to the file bag on the table, "Your father was an anti-drug hero on the southeast border. He died in an anti-drug raid. But do you know why he died? It was not because he was not strong enough, but because he gave up his chance of survival in order to protect his comrades. He used his life to practice what discipline and team spirit are. "

Zhang Chu gritted his teeth, his eyes became complicated, and his hands slowly clenched into fists. His chest was rising and falling, as if he was suppressing some emotion.

Qin Yuan's voice continued to be low and powerful: "Zhang Chu, your father's sacrifice is worth it, because he knows that on the battlefield, a person's life and death is never to prove that he is strong, but to complete the mission and protect his comrades. He sacrificed This is the true value of a soldier in exchange for the survival of the team."

Zhang Chu's Adam's apple moved, and his mouth seemed to be blocked by something, and he couldn't say a word. His eyes were faintly red, but he lowered his head tightly to prevent his emotions from leaking out.

Qin Yuan stared at him and his tone became more serious: "And you? What are you doing? You are eager to prove yourself and catch up with others, but you completely forgot about discipline and teamwork. You did persist to the end of today's training, but if this On the battlefield, your body has collapsed. Not only can you not survive, but you may also affect the entire team. This is the consequence of your eagerness for quick success. "

Zhang Chu's breathing became more and more rapid, and his fingers almost dug into his palms. After a long while, he raised his head, with a trace of struggle and guilt in his eyes: "Instructor... I just want to become stronger, I want to catch up with them, I want to prove that I can do it... I..."

"You want to prove that you are strong, I know." Qin Yuan's tone was a bit colder, "But Zhang Chu, the prerequisite for being strong is to be alive. Strength without discipline is reckless; without calm speed, it is suicide. It is not needed on the battlefield. Brainless heroism. Remember, if you want to become truly strong, you must first learn to stabilize your heart."

When Zhang Chu heard this, he seemed to be given a slap in the face. He lowered his head, remained silent for a long time, and said in a hoarse voice: "Instructor, I understand..."

Qin Yuan's eyes softened slightly. He sat back behind his desk and said in a deep voice: "I have not denied your ability or your efforts. But you must remember that as a soldier, you must first Be part of the team, then yourself. Don’t trade your recklessness for non-existent proof.”

Zhang Chu took a deep breath, raised his head and saluted a standard military salute, and said in a loud voice: "Yes, instructor! I will definitely change it!"

Qin Yuan looked at him and nodded slightly: "Very good. From tomorrow on, I will personally keep an eye on your training. If you want to catch up with the team, just do it in the right way. Also, don't let me see you again. If you act impulsively like today, I won’t give you any chance again.”

Zhang Chu nodded, saluted vigorously, turned and left the office. As he walked in the dark corridor, Qin Yuan's words kept echoing in his mind - "Speed ​​and strength do not equal victory, calmness and discipline are the foundation of survival."

The early morning sun shines on the training ground, and there is a chilling atmosphere in the air. The recruits had already started their basic training, and Zhang Chu stood in the center of the fighting arena, moving his wrists and shoulders, with a relaxed expression with a hint of disdain.

"Unarmed fighting? Yue Ming, I think you are somewhat famous in this area, but..." Zhang Chu smiled, with a hint of provocation in his tone, "Be careful because I will strike too hard and make you unable to stand up."

Yue Ming stood opposite him, tightening his gloves with an expressionless face, his eyes as calm as a deep water. He did not respond to Zhang Chu's provocation, but just raised his head and looked at Qin Yuan standing beside him.

Qin Yuan folded his hands on his chest and said coldly: "Okay, stop talking nonsense. Today's confrontation is a special training for Zhang Chu. The point is not who wins and who loses, but to let him understand what a real battle is. Let’s get started.”

Zhang Chu grinned, moved his neck, and started fighting. His movements are clean and neat, and his center of gravity is very low. At first glance, he looks like he has rich experience in actual combat.

Yue Ming still stood calmly, not rushing to attack, but just slightly adjusting his position. The two faced off for a few seconds, and Zhang Chu took the lead in launching the attack.

He stepped forward quickly and sent a sharp low sweep straight towards Yue Ming's calf. The angle was tricky and full of power. Yue Ming's eyes moved, but he did not dodge. Instead, he quickly raised his foot, blocked it lightly with the arch of his foot, then turned around and hit Zhang Chu's chest with his elbow.

Zhang Chu didn't expect Yue Ming to react so quickly, so he could only block the blow with his forearm in a hurry. The huge impact made him take half a step back, his chest numbing slightly.

"It's interesting." Zhang Chu whispered, but the smile at the corner of his mouth became even thicker. He adjusted his breathing and launched another attack. This time, he chose a more ferocious combo - a straight punch approaching Yue Ming's face, then quickly turning into an uppercut and side kicks with his legs, in an attempt to suppress the opponent in one fell swoop.

However, Yue Ming remained calm and unhurried. His movements were clean and neat. He first turned sideways to dodge the straight punch, and then used his elbow to gently deflect Zhang Chu's uppercut. The fierce side kick was accurately resolved by him with a quick leg press. Immediately afterwards, he turned his body, grabbed Zhang Chu's wrist with his backhand, and directly controlled Zhang Chu's center of gravity with a smooth grabbing movement.

Zhang Chu's expression changed, and he felt that his movements were completely suppressed. He tried to break free, but found that Yue Ming's strength and skills were impeccable. His body was so tightly controlled that he could barely move.

"Let go!" Zhang Chu roared, twisted hard, barely got out of Yue Ming's control, and took a few steps back. His face was full of surprise, and although he tried to hide it, he couldn't deny the shock in his heart.

Opposite me, Yue Ming still stood upright, with no trace of pride on his face. He just said lightly: "Zhang Chu, you are too hasty."

Zhang Chu pursed his lips and suppressed his dissatisfaction: "Urgent? I was just testing, don't get too proud too soon."

After saying that, he adjusted his breathing again and rushed forward quickly. This time, his attack was more ferocious, his steps were faster, and his punches and kicks were consistent and sharp. However, Yue Ming's defense was impeccable, and he was able to accurately resolve Zhang Chu's offensive every time, and he counterattacked from time to time, using weak technical moves to make Zhang Chu passive again and again.

After the confrontation lasted for several minutes, Zhang Chu's physical strength began to decline significantly. His movements gradually became stiff, and the speed of his punches also slowed down, but Yue Ming was still able to do it with ease, as if he was not affected at all.

Finally, Yue Ming caught Zhang Chu's flaw and knocked him to the ground with a beautiful leg sweep. Zhang Chu fell heavily to the ground, breathing heavily, his face covered with sweat.

"Zhang Chu, stop." Qin Yuan's voice sounded from the side, coldly breaking the silence on the field.

Zhang Chu gritted his teeth and got up from the ground, his eyes full of unwillingness: "Instructor, I'm just tired! If we have another fight, I will definitely beat him!"

Qin Yuan walked up to him, looked at him condescendingly, and said in a low tone but with a hint of coldness: "Win him? Zhang Chu, you don't even have the qualifications to 'know how to fight' now, how can you talk about winning?"

Zhang Chu choked on these words and his face became even more ugly. He clenched his fists and his chest heaved violently, but he couldn't say a word.

Qin Yuan narrowed his eyes slightly, pointed at the sandbags and obstacles on the ground, and said coldly: "You have speed and strength, but your fighting style is all about fighting alone and lacks tactical awareness. Your punches are too thoughtful. Yue Ming can suppress you, not because he is stronger than you, but because he is calmer than you and knows how to take advantage of tactics. "

Zhang Chu's fingers trembled slightly. He knew that Qin Yuan was right, but he found it difficult to accept such a blow.

Qin Yuan continued: "Zhang Chu, on the battlefield, do you think the enemy will challenge you in a duel? Do you think a battle is just about strength and speed? Let me tell you, fighting is a dual game of brainpower and physical strength. Whose rhythm is it? The one who is more precise and has the more appropriate strategy will survive to the end.”

Zhang Chu gritted his teeth and said in a low voice: "Instructor, I understand... I will change it."

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Qin Yuan sneered and patted his shoulder: "Don't just talk big words, Zhang Chu. Prove it to me with actions. Remember, physical fitness is only the foundation, tactics are the key. If you continue to fight with passion, Next time, it will be you who gets beaten down."

Zhang Chu lowered his head and was silent for a while, then nodded vigorously: "Yes, instructor! I will learn!"

Qin Yuan then turned around and left, leaving behind a sentence: "Continue the confrontation training tomorrow, don't let me see what I am like today."

It's a new day on the training ground, and the air is filled with tension. A new round of fighting training is about to begin. Zhang Chu stands in the center of the field, with clenched fists and sharp eyes. His face did not have the frivolity of yesterday, but was replaced by a calm and deep look.

Yue Ming stood opposite him, still with a calm expression. He moved his shoulders and said calmly: "Zhang Chu, are you ready? Don't act recklessly like yesterday."

Zhang Chu didn't respond, just pursed his lips and nodded slightly. His eyes were fixed on Yue Ming, like a cheetah hunting, his body sank slightly, accumulating strength, but this time, his movements were less impatient and more patient.

Qin Yuan stood on the sidelines, holding his hands on his chest, looking at the two of them coldly. He had no extra instructions and just said calmly: "Let's get started. Let me see if you have learned the lesson from yesterday."

As the whistle sounded, Zhang Chu and Yue Ming quickly entered the battle state.

Yue Ming took the lead in launching an attack, and a straight punch hit Zhang Chu's face fiercely, with a full sense of oppression. However, this time, Zhang Chu did not rush to dodge, but stood firmly in place, slightly tilted his head, and avoided Yue Ming's attack with the smallest movement.

Yue Ming frowned slightly, obviously not expecting Zhang Chu's reaction to be so fast. He quickly changed his moves and hit Zhang Chu's ribs with a hook.

Zhang Chu had predicted it long ago, and quickly stepped back to avoid the hook, and then swept Yue Ming's knee with a low backhand kick. This kick was powerful and the angle was also very tricky, forcing Yue Ming to jump back and distance himself.

The two confronted briefly, and Yue Ming's eyes became more serious. He began to realize that Zhang Chu seemed to be different today.

"Not bad, Zhang Chu, you finally know how to calm down." Yue Ming laughed, but his steps were more cautious.

Zhang Chu was not distracted by his words, and his eyes were fixed on Yue Ming's movements, as if he was looking for something.

"Left foot slightly tilted...right shoulder slightly forward..." Zhang Chu quickly analyzed Yue Ming's subtle movements in his mind. He remembered that during the fight yesterday, Yue Ming was used to slightly adjust his center of gravity before each punch, and this detail was captured by him.

Sure enough, as soon as Yue Ming's body moved, Zhang Chu immediately judged that the opponent wanted to hit his chin with an uppercut. He did not dodge directly, but squatted quickly, raised his elbow at the same time, and accurately blocked Yue Ming's attack.

"Bang!" The two elbows collided, making a muffled sound. Zhang Chu took advantage of Yue Ming's slightly exposed flaw and counterattacked fiercely, hitting Yue Ming's chest with a fast straight punch.

Yue Ming subconsciously raised his arms to defend, but Zhang Chu's fist was just a feint. His fist suddenly turned and turned into a fierce elbow strike, directly approaching Yue Ming's chin.

"Bang!"

Yue Ming was forced to take two steps back and narrowly avoided Zhang Chu's elbow strike, but the center of gravity of his body was already unstable. Zhang Chu seized the opportunity, rushed forward, and attacked again with a low sweep kick, knocking Yue Ming to the ground!

The moment Yue Ming fell to the ground, Zhang Chu had already suppressed him, holding Yue Ming's shoulder with his right hand, and pressing his knee against his chest, and said coldly: "This time, I won."