“Is this difficult? Can't everyone do it?”
Seeing the dumbfounded expressions of everyone, Zhao Yan frowned and scratched the back of his head, asking in astonishment.
Everyone: “............”
Good gracious, just now they only lost their hands.
Now haven't they even lost their personhood?
"Enough, stop pretending. Appropriate showing off is good for physical and mental health, but excessive showing off can easily lead to bodily harm!" Squad Leader Pi said with a smile that didn't reach his eyes.
This was a naked threat. His underlying meaning was that if you keep pretending, I'm going to beat you up.
Zhao Yan grinned and said leisurely: “No way, because you can't beat me. Want to try?”
Squad Leader Pi: “............”
Damn, how aggravating (;′⌒`)!
What's more aggravating is that what he said was the truth.
Squad Leader Pi pondered for a moment. Considering that he was the superior officer, randomly bullying new recruits would not look good.
Therefore, although he was very angry in his heart, his good military demeanor made him abandon the idea of getting physical.
Well, that's how it is. Do you believe me?
"Squad Leader! Show him something powerful! We're all waiting!" Liu Xiaojun wickedly shouted.
"Yeah, Squad Leader, beat him up!"
"Squad Leader! Squad Leader! Squad Leader!”
The others clamored to stir things up. Even if they couldn't see Zhao Yan get beaten up, watching the Squad Leader get beaten up wouldn't be bad either.
"You're all trying to provoke me, huh? Trying to put me on the spot?" Squad Leader Pi pointed at them and sneered sinisterly: "Looks like everyone is quite lively today. Then I'll reward you with a three kilometer run."
"Ah! No way, heavens above!"
"Don't want that, Squad Leader. We're wrong."
"Aren't we learning firearms disassembly and assembly today?"
Those who were just stirring up trouble immediately began to wail.
Now it was Squad Leader Pi's turn to laugh. "I just wanted to change up the training curriculum a bit. What's wrong with that? Everyone face left, turn! Get ready for a three kilometer cross-country run."
Just then, a military green off-road vehicle drove over. Driving was the battalion commander of the new recruit battalion, and sitting in the passenger seat was the stone-faced regiment commander of the 3rd Regiment.
Sitting in the back were two young military officers that Squad Leader Pi didn't recognize, a colonel and a major.
The crew for the New Recruit show had already moved their cameras away early to film other companies in training.
"Everyone wait a moment!" Seeing the vehicle heading their way, Squad Leader Pi strode over.
The off-road vehicle came to a stop, and the four people got out of the car.
"Greetings, superiors!" Squad Leader Pi saluted.
The 3rd Regiment Commander nodded and returned the salute, then slowly spoke: "Where is Li Fei from your squad? These two fellows behind me came just for him."
Squad Leader Pi instantly grasped the tune upon hearing the song, and immediately understood why his regiment commander had such an ugly expression.
Because these two were obviously here to poach soldiers.
And they were probably from some special forces unit.
Otherwise, the division would not have agreed to let someone like Zhao Yan, a natural elite soldier seedling, go.
"Li Fei, fall out!" Squad Leader Pi yelled.
"Here!"
Zhao Yan jogged over to stand at attention in front of them and saluted, shouting, "Greetings, superiors!"
"He looks quite ordinary." The colonel's mouth curled into a smile, his gaze roving over Zhao Yan with interest.
The major laughed and said, "The sharper the blade, the better it is sheathed. The more ordinary he looks, the better."
"Squad Leader, you guys are training firearms disassembly and assembly?" the colonel asked, glancing over.
Squad Leader Pi answered, "Yes, sir!"
"How are his results?" The colonel pointed at Zhao Yan.
Squad Leader Pi was taken aback for a moment, before squeezing out two words with difficulty after a long pause: "Very good."
"Very good?" The colonel smiled and looked at Zhao Yan teasingly. "I want to know exactly how good. Why don't we play a game? Since you've just started practicing, if he can match me within 10 seconds, I'll count it as his win."
"Yes, sir!" Zhao Yan replied expressionlessly.
Squad Leader Pi's expression immediately turned strange.
The colonel nodded. "Go get ready."
Zhao Yan turned and ran to the training stand.
"Old pal, does it make you feel accomplished bullying a new recruit like this?" The major shook his head helplessly.
Although their ranks were superior and subordinate, it was clear from the way they talked that they had a close relationship.
The colonel grinned. "You don't understand. For this kind of person, brimming with arrogance, you have to subdue them first, put them in their place, in order to mold them into what I want in the future."
Squad Leader Pi silently lowered his head, because he didn't want the other party to see his slightly twitching mouth corners.
He had gained another new joke, "Put Them in Their Place".
"What's with you, turtling your head like that? Is that any way for a soldier to be?" The 3rd Regiment Commander kicked him.
Squad Leader Pi covered his butt with an aggrieved look on his face. It wasn't me who came to poach your soldiers, why are you taking it out on me?
The 3rd Regiment Commander ignored his aggrieved puppy eyes and glared coldly at the colonel. "Easy to say lofty words, how come you don't suggest competing in hand-to-hand combat?"
The smile on the colonel's face instantly froze.
Joking around, he had seen the video from the train station that day of someone kicking two people and sending them flying dozens of meters away. If he competed in hand-to-hand combat, wouldn't he just be asking to get beat up?
He wanted to put the other person in their place.
He didn't want to put himself in his place.
Of course he had to play to his strengths and avoid his weaknesses.
"Cough, I know you're unhappy that I poached one of your soldiers." The colonel coughed a couple times to diffuse the awkwardness.
The 3rd Regiment Commander's expression was wooden. "I'm not unhappy."
"I know you're very annoyed with me."
"I'm very happy!"
"I know..."
"You know jackshit! Shut your trap!" The 3rd Regiment Commander finally couldn't stand it anymore and erupted.
The colonel and the major exchanged a look and shrugged their shoulders.
A moment later, at the training stand.
Expressionless Zhao Yan and smiling Colonel each stood at one end, with a 95 rifle laid out before them.
"Ready, start!" the major gave the order.
The colonel was unhurried, seemingly assured of victory.
He slowly picked up the gun, then couldn't help but lift his head with a smile still on his lips to glance at Zhao Yan across from him. But the moment he did so, his eyes went wide open.
"Fuck!"
He blurted out a curse, instantly losing his cool. He hurriedly began disassembling the firearm.
"Report! Done!"
A voice like thunder sounded in his ears.
The gun the colonel had yet to finish disassembling clattered onto the training stand, and the corners of his mouth kept twitching.
This bastard had pretended to suck, and got smacked in the face.
The 3rd Regiment Commander, the battalion commander, and the major all watched Zhao Yan dumbfoundedly the whole time.
"Hahaha, laughing so hard I'm dying, put in their place, what a put in their place!" Suddenly, the 3rd Regiment Commander burst into loud laughter, with tears of mirth coming out.
His irritation had finally dissipated quite a bit.
The major and battalion commander were also barely holding in their laughter.
The colonel's face turned green and white. His toes were already curled up into a three bedroom one living room house. He felt a burning sensation on his face and wished a hole would open up in the ground for him to crawl into.
"Laughing, laughing at what!" The colonel's face was red as he yelled at Squad Leader Pi, "Did you do that on purpose! Tell me, did you just start practicing this?"
He, the captain of an elite special forces unit, had actually gotten thrashed by a new recruit. And he had said if the recruit could match him within 10 seconds, it would count as the recruit's win. But the result was that he was slower than the recruit by more than 10 seconds. If this got out he'd be laughed to death.
"Sir, we really did just start training today, and I only demonstrated it once." Squad Leader Pi forcibly held back his smile and gave an unequivocal reply.
The major laughed and clapped the colonel on the shoulder to comfort him. "Captain, look on the bright side. It's not that we're incompetent, it's just that the enemy is hacking!"
"Are you deliberately trying to make me lose face? Laugh at me?" The colonel walked up to Zhao Yan and asked.
Zhao Yan replied expressionlessly, "Sir, no! It's you who stuck your face forward."
"Ah, my terrible temper! I won't believe I can't get the better of you today! Compete! Go through every subject new recruits train in!" The colonel was riled up.
It was no longer about putting someone in their place.
The strange male competitive instinct came over him.

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