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

The soldiers on the sidelines could not help but let out a low exclamation. Zhang Chu, who was suppressed yesterday and had no power to fight back, succeeded in counterattacking today and suppressed Yue Ming, who had excellent fighting ability, to the ground!

Qin Yuan walked forward, his expression was still stern, but there was a hint of hidden relief in his eyes.

"Let him go, Zhang Chu." Qin Yuan said lightly.

Zhang Chu then slowly stood up, panting and taking two steps back. His forehead was full of sweat, but a long-lost confidence ignited in his eyes.

Yue Ming got up from the ground and patted the dust off his body. There was no displeasure on his face, but a faint smile: "Not bad, Zhang Chu. You did win this time, and your tactical thinking is much clearer."

Zhang Chu grinned, but his tone was still humble: "It's just luck. You are still faster than me."

Qin Yuan walked in front of the two people, his eyes stayed on Zhang Chu for a moment, and then said coldly: "Luck? No, Zhang Chu, this is not luck. This is because you have learned to observe your opponent and learned to analyze calmly. This victory belongs to your progress."

Zhang Chu was excited when he heard this. He straightened his back and said loudly: "Thank you, instructor!"

Qin Yuan nodded slightly, then changed his tone and said coldly: "But don't be complacent. This victory is only part of the combat training. The enemy on the battlefield will not give you so much time to observe. If you want to become really strong, you still have a long way to go."

The smile on Zhang Chu's face suddenly faded, and he nodded and said: "Yes, instructor, I understand."

Qin Yuan looked at him and his tone was a little slower: "Keep your calm and focus, this is your biggest gain today. Don't think about winning by brute force. A real soldier is not only strong, but also knows how to use his strength in the right place."

Zhang Chu nodded again, his eyes burning with fighting spirit.

In the early morning, on the training ground, the sun shone on the recruits. They gathered as usual to start a day of training. However, the atmosphere today was obviously different. The whole venue seemed particularly tense and solemn. On the edge of the training ground, several soldiers in special forces uniforms were standing there. Their eyes were as sharp as eagles, and their momentum made the recruits feel a hint of invisible oppression.

"Special Forces..." Some recruits whispered, their eyes full of envy and awe, "What are they here for?"

The news spread quickly: the special forces came to the recruit company for selection.

Zhang Chu stood in the team, originally adjusting his breathing and preparing to run, but when he heard the news, he was stunned. His eyes quickly locked on those special forces, especially one familiar figure - that was his old comrade-in-arms, and the one who entered the special forces with him.

"It's Liu Ye..." Zhang Chu's breathing suddenly stagnated, and his emotions suddenly surged. Liu Ye was his best brother in the special forces. The two had fought side by side and experienced countless life and death. He never thought that he would see each other again on the training ground of the recruit company.

Liu Ye's eyes swept across the team. When his eyes met Zhang Chu's, his expression changed slightly, but he quickly regained his composure. He didn't say hello, but just nodded, as if to express in this way that he recognized Zhang Chu.

Zhang Chu's heartbeat accelerated, and his fists clenched involuntarily. He knew that this selection might be his only chance to return to the special forces. He secretly vowed that he would seize this opportunity no matter what.

Qin Yuan walked to the front of the team, his expression was normal, but his eyes were full of subtle deep meaning. He cleared his throat and said loudly: "Attention everyone! Today, comrades from the special forces came to our recruit company for selection. The assessment standards are very high. Not only excellent physical fitness and skills are required, but also team awareness and discipline. Remember, you have to speak with strength!"

After speaking, he glanced at the recruits, paused slightly when his eyes fell on Zhang Chu, and then turned to the special forces and began to communicate with them in a low voice.

Zhang Chu felt that his heart almost came to his throat. He couldn't help but look forward to Qin Yuan calling his name, and he was already planning how to pass this selection and use his performance to let Liu Ye and the special forces know him again.

However, Qin Yuan quickly turned around and shouted, "Yue Ming, Duan Jinglin, Li Ran, step out! The three of you will participate in the assessment of the special forces, and the others will continue to train normally."

Zhang Chu was stunned, his expression frozen on his face, almost suspecting that he had heard it wrong. He watched Yue Ming and others excitedly walk out of the queue, but his name was not mentioned.

He couldn't bear it anymore, and strode forward, with a hint of anger in his voice: "Instructor, why not me?"

Qin Yuan slowly turned his head, looked at him coldly, and said in a flat tone: "Zhang Chu, you don't have a place in this assessment."

"Why?" Zhang Chu almost shouted, "Instructor, my physical fitness and fighting ability are definitely not worse than anyone else! I am qualified to participate in the selection!"

Qin Yuan's eyes were still calm, with unquestionable majesty: "Qualified? Zhang Chu, I said that the standard for the selection of special forces is not only physical fitness and fighting ability, but more importantly, discipline and team awareness. Do you think you have achieved these two points?"

Zhang Chu was choked, his face flushed, and his fists clenched tightly. He knew that he had been criticized for his lack of discipline and team spirit, but he was unwilling to accept it. He gritted his teeth and said, "Instructor, I have changed. I can prove myself!"

Qin Yuan walked up to him, his eyes piercing his eyes like knives, and his voice was low but powerful: "Proof? Zhang Chu, proof requires opportunities, but it also requires accumulation. Do you think you can convince me with one or two efforts? Have you completely changed? Your impulsivity, your disobedience, are fatal problems. We don't need unstable soldiers."

Zhang Chu's breathing was rapid, and the anger in his eyes was gradually replaced by a sense of frustration. He lowered his head, gritted his teeth and said no more.

Liu Ye has been watching all this silently, with complicated eyes, but he did not speak for Zhang Chu. He knew Qin Yuan was right.

Qin Yuan looked at Zhang Chu and softened his tone slightly: "Zhang Chu, I know you want to return to the special forces, but not now. You are not ready yet. For today's training, you continue to be with the team. I will keep an eye on you and watch. Can you really make the changes I ask for?"

Zhang Chu clenched his fists, almost digging his nails into his palms. He nodded vigorously, his voice low but unwilling: "Yes, instructor, I understand."

Qin Yuan said nothing more and turned around to continue arranging the training of others.

For the entire day, Zhang Chu felt extremely heavy. While completing his daily training, he glanced at the assessment site from time to time, watching Yue Ming and others undergo difficult assessments with the special forces. Especially when he saw Liu Ye and Yue Ming conducting tactical simulation training together, his heart was filled with huge waves.

After the training, Zhang Chu sat alone on the edge of the playground, staring at the ground solemnly. Qin Yuan's words and Liu Ye's figure kept replaying in his mind, and his mood was extremely complicated.

"Zhang Chu, don't be so depressed." A familiar voice sounded, it was Yue Ming. He patted Zhang Chu on the shoulder, with encouragement in his tone, "The instructor is not targeting you, he is doing it for your own good."

Zhang Chu raised his head and looked at Yue Ming with complicated eyes: "Do you know how much I want to return to the special forces? But the instructor didn't give me a chance..."

Yue Ming sighed, sat next to him, and said earnestly: "The instructor is right, your ability is fine, but your stability is really a bit worse. Don't worry, this is not your end, but you need to Just more time to prepare.”

Zhang Chu was silent for a long time, and finally nodded heavily: "I will prove to him that I can definitely do it."

The next morning, mist enveloped the training ground, and there was a chill in the air. Zhang Chu's mood was particularly complicated. He almost stayed up all night last night, thinking about how to prove himself. The selection and assessment of the special forces has begun, but he has been excluded. This made him angry and unwilling. He had to find an opportunity and use his strength to prove to Qin Yuan that he, Zhang Chu, was not only qualified, but also capable of any task.

Today's training event is a difficult obstacle course. The recruits have been divided into groups, each carrying 20 kilograms of sandbags, and need to crawl through obstacles that simulate a battlefield, including high walls, mire, balance beams and barbed wire.

Qin Yuan stood on the sidelines, holding his hands in front of his chest, scanning every recruit with burning eyes. He said coldly: "Today's training will not only test your physical fitness, but also your teamwork. Remember, don't just think about yourself. On the battlefield, one person's mistake may kill the entire team. Do you understand? "

"I understand!" the team responded in unison.

Zhang Chu stood in the queue, his shoulders tense slightly, and his eyes fixed on the obstacle area ahead. He secretly vowed to prove himself with his performance today and let Qin Yuan see his ability no matter what.

Training begins. Following Qin Yuan's order, all the recruits quickly rushed towards the obstacle area.

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Zhang Chu was extremely fast at the beginning. He climbed over the first high wall nimbly, his movements were crisp and neat, and he was even one step faster than the others. Feeling proud in his heart, he couldn't help but look back at Qin Yuan, trying to catch a look of approval on the instructor's face.

But Qin Yuan still had an indifferent expression, staring at the entire venue, as if he didn't notice his performance at all.

Zhang Chu gritted his teeth and sped up. He jumped over puddles and quickly crossed the balance beam, moving more fiercely and swiftly than usual. There was only one thought in his mind - performance, performance, performance again!

But just when he rushed to the last obstacle - the barbed wire fence and crawled forward, his impatience and aggressiveness finally led to bitter consequences.

The gaps between the barbed wire fences were extremely low, and the weight of the sandbags forced everyone to lower their bodies and move little by little. The other recruits played steadily and calmly. In order to gain speed, Zhang Chu tried to complete it in a faster way - after lowering his body, he crawled forward with extremely fast movements, and even took the risk of raising his head to observe the exit in front.

However, the weight of his sandbag caused his center of gravity to lose balance for a moment, and the barbed wire above his head directly cut his back, leaving a bloody trail. The pain made him grit his teeth, but he didn't want to stop and still crawled forward. However, the weight of the sandbag superimposed on his impulse. His left hand slipped on the ground, and his whole body hit the barbed wire fence again. A deep wound was opened on his right arm by the sharp barbed wire.

"Hiss-" The severe pain made Zhang Chu take a breath, but he still did not stop and continued to move forward.

At this time, the recruit next to him noticed Zhang Chu's condition and hurriedly shouted: "Instructor, Zhang Chu is injured!"

Qin Yuan's eyes locked on Zhang Chu instantly. His eyes were still calm, but the corners of his mouth were slightly pursed. He said to the sergeant beside him: "Let him continue, leave him alone."

The sergeant hesitated: "Instructor, his wound is bleeding, he may-"

Qin Yuan raised his hand to interrupt, his voice low and cold: "On the battlefield, no one will give him a chance to stop. Keep looking at him."

The sergeant said nothing more and could only nod silently.

Zhang Chu's wound continued to bleed, but he seemed to not feel it at all. He gritted his teeth and dragged his scarred body, and finally climbed out of the barbed wire. He gasped for air and almost collapsed to the ground, but there was a stubborn smile on his face. He looked up at Qin Yuan, as if waiting for the instructor's approval.

However, Qin Yuan walked up to him, looked at him condescendingly, and said coldly: "Zhang Chu, what are you proving?"

Zhang Chu was stunned and gasped: "Instructor, I...I'm done! I'm faster than others!"

Qin Yuan's eyes were as cold as knives, and his voice was low but full of anger: "It's done? So what if it's quick? Look at yourself, injured like this. If this is a battlefield, your impulse will only make you die. Faster! Do you think this kind of advance can make me recognize you? No, you are just proving to me that you don’t understand the rules of the battlefield!"

Zhang Chu's face changed, his lips moved, but nothing came out.

Qin Yuan knelt down, stared into his eyes, and said in an even colder tone: "Zhang Chu, I can see that you want to express yourself. But what I want are soldiers who can lead the team to survive, not personal heroes who rely on their own will. Remember, speed and strength are not as important as discipline and calmness. Next time you show me such risky behavior, I will let you out of the recruit company completely."

Zhang Chu's body trembled slightly, and there was a hint of shame and unwillingness in his eyes. He lowered his head and said in a hoarse voice: "Yes, instructor... I understand."

Qin Yuan stood up and waved to the sergeant: "Take him to the infirmary to treat the wound and check the situation. We will continue training tomorrow. If he still dares to show off, he will be directly disqualified."

When Zhang Chu was helped up, all the strength in his body seemed to be drained away. His eyes were complicated, including anger towards himself and deep reflection on Qin Yuan's words.

Sitting on the bed in the infirmary, Zhang Chu stared at the bandages covering the wounds, Qin Yuan's words constantly echoing in his mind - "What I want are soldiers who can lead the team to survive, not individual heroes who rely on their own will."

He suddenly clenched his fists and his eyes gradually became determined: "Instructor, I will prove it to you...this time, not with impulsiveness, but with calmness and discipline."