Military: Let you report, you can easily catch the wanted criminal

hiss!
When the wisteria hit his body with the scorching pain, Jiang Fan couldn't help but groan out in pain because he was prepared in his heart!

"Commander, are you okay?"

He Chenguang looked embarrassed: "Did I use too much force?"

Jiang Fan let out a long breath, "It's okay!"

"Follow this strength! Continue to fight!"

"If I don't stop, I won't stop!"

He Chenguang replied hesitantly: "...OK..."

Then, He Chenguang continued to beat Jiang Fan's back.

Every time he was hit, Jiang Fan's whole body shook violently, and the veins on his neck and face protruded.

And soon, bloodstains appeared on Jiang Fan's back, extremely hideous.

After more than a dozen lashes, Lei Zhan and others came to check the training equipment, and saw He Chenguang whipping Jiang Fan's back with a wisteria, all of them were shocked.

"What is this doing?"

Hearing the whistling sound of tearing the airflow in the air, everyone couldn't help but groaned coldly.

Every time the whip hit Jiang Fan's body, their bodies also trembled, as if they could feel the sharp pain brought by the wisteria.

Snapped!
Finally, after a few more whips, Jiang Fan finally couldn't take it anymore, and knelt down on one knee, panting heavily, grinning.

"Captain!"

Wang Yanbing and Li Erniu hurried over to support Jiang Fan.

"No...it's fine."

Jiang Fan's lips trembled and turned pale, and then, with the support of the two, he sat gently on the beach.

At this time, his back was slowly oozing blood, which was shocking.

"Jiang Fan, what's going on?"

At this time, a deep voice came.

I saw that Long Baichuan and Kang Lei had appeared behind the crowd at some point.

"Hello, Chief!"

Everyone stood at attention and saluted.

Jiang Fan wanted to stand up and salute, but was stopped by Kang Lei.

Kang Lei frowned and said, "What are you doing? Who hit you?"

"report!"

He Chenguang hesitated and said, "Regiment...Regimental Commander, I did it."

Kang Lei was taken aback, "Did you hit me?"

"What plane are you doing?"

Jiang Fan waved his hand slightly, and said to Kang Lei: "Captain, don't blame him, I asked him to fight."

"I was experimenting with something."

"Test something?"

Everyone was puzzled.

Long Baichuan on the side suddenly said: "Are you practicing resistance? Or are you practicing Qigong?"

Jiang Fan said: "Have both."

"qigong?"

Wang Yanbing and the others were still a little puzzled.

Lei Zhan on one side has rich experience, and explained: "It's the kind of hard qigong we usually hear or see in TV martial arts dramas!"

"Hard Qigong can make the muscles of the body stronger and have a certain ability to resist blows!"

"It is said that when you practice hard qigong to a certain level, you will be invulnerable! Of course, the gun here refers to cold weapons."

"Even if you can't reach that level, you can greatly improve your ability to resist blows by practicing the basics."

Wang Yanbing was surprised: "In reality, does this thing really exist?"

Lei Zhan said: "Of course there are, but there are very few people who know this skill, and it is basically not rumored. You can search it online. Many people who perform in the society know a little bit, but , They have been trained at a relatively low level, and they don't have such a strong ability to resist blows."

"In our army, there are also one or two special forces who know this skill. But because these qigong are some hidden sects or passed down from generation to generation, they cannot be passed on to outsiders, so they are not widely popular in the army."

"Of course, even if someone really teaches you, you may not have the talent to practice it. Even if you have the talent, you don't have the perseverance!"

"If you don't practice this skill for ten or eight years, it's hard to see good results."

Li Erniu heard the words, glanced at Jiang Fan's back, swallowed, "Old soldier, what do you mean, if you want to practice this so-called hard qigong, you need to be like the company commander for a long time, constantly whipping with wisteria Body, tempering muscles?"

Lei Zhan looked at Jiang Fan's back, frowned, and said, "I've never heard of beating with wisteria. But beating with sticks or fists is necessary."

Hearing this, Li Erniu and Wang Yanbing quickly waved their hands and said, "Forget it! It hurts to look at it! I'd better focus on training other skills."

Lei Zhan asked Jiang Fan, "Old Jiang, are you sure that beating with wisteria is better than beating with sticks?"

Jiang Fan smiled bitterly: "That's what my master said, okay, you have to try it to know if it is right?"

Kang Lei worried: "But now the selection is about to start. As the chief instructor, you have made yourself covered in bruises at this time. Will you be able to hold on later?"

Jiang Fan comforted: "Leader, don't worry, I have my own measure."

"My physique is better and my recovery speed is faster, so I'm fine."

Everyone knew Jiang Fan's caution, and knew that he would never speak big words, so they said nothing at once, and went about their own affairs.

After Jiang Fan rested for a while, he asked He Chenguang to continue.

They whipped fifty lashes in the front and back, and did not stop until the whole body was dripping with blood and sweat.

"Come on, help me use this liquid medicine and apply it to the wound."

Jiang Fan took out a bottle of recovered potion and handed it to He Chenguang.

He Chenguang thought it was just an ordinary medicine for treating wounds, so he didn't say anything. He quickly applied it on Jiang Fan, and then wrapped Jiang Fan's upper body with gauze to prevent the blood from seeping out and sticking to his clothes.

"Okay, go and do your own thing."

"Yes!"

After He Chenguang left, Jiang Fan came to a tree on the beach of the sea training ground.

He took a deep breath and began to greet the tree trunk with punch after punch.

With every punch, the tree with a diameter of more than 20 centimeters trembled slightly and dropped a few dead leaves.

And after punching more than a dozen times, Jiang Fan's fist had already broken a layer of skin, and blood seeped out.

But Jiang Fan didn't care at all, endured the pain, and continued to hit him.

And the bark of that tree was also stained red by Jiang Fan's blood, and several pieces fell off.

"Chen Guang, does your company commander have a tendency to abuse himself?"

On the training ground, everyone couldn't help but gasp again when they saw Jiang Fan's behavior.

He Chenguang smiled wryly: "Since we met the company commander, he has been pursuing the limit. Every military subject and skill is to be fought with one's life."

"No one can persuade him at all."

Everyone nodded in agreement with He Chenguang's statement.

Even in their view, Jiang Fan's strength is already far ahead of them, but it seems that he is far from satisfied with his own strength, and has been constantly breaking through the physical limit.

It was the same when I was in the Iron Fist, and it was the same when I went to the hunter training camp.

Now in the Marine Corps, even as the chief instructor, he has never relaxed and has been working hard!

They asked themselves, if it were them, the intensity of training or the level of cruelty to themselves, let alone Jiang Fan's, even if they were half of him, they would probably lose half their lives!

Later, after dozens of punches with various parts of his fist, Jiang Fan finally stopped.

After everyone thought that Jiang Fan had finally stopped this self-harm, the next second.

boom!
boom!
Jiang Fan raised his leg and started to kick the tree sideways.

Everyone looked at each other and said almost in unison: "Pervert!"

the next day.

In the morning, He Chenguang called He Chenguang over again.

"Continue today."

Jiang Fan said.

He Chenguang suddenly said in shock: "Company commander, the scars on your body haven't healed yet! You can't fight any more!"

Jiang Fan said: "It doesn't matter, use a stick today."

After finishing speaking, he pointed to the iron rod the size of a baseball bat that had been prepared a long time ago.

He Chenguang was stunned: "Iron rod?!"

"bring it on."

As Jiang Fan spoke, he had already put on his horse stance.

He Chenguang said helplessly: "Company commander, they asked me to ask you something."

Jiang Fan glanced at him, and said flatly, "It's self-mutilation."

He Chenguang: "..."

"It's not this, they want to know, is there a pleasure in self-harm?"

Jiang Fan: "..."

…………

boom!
boom!
Everyone shook their heads helplessly when they saw He Chenguang beating every muscle in Jiang Fan's body with an iron rod.

"Yesterday he was whipped with a whip and today he was beaten with an iron rod. This guy must be crazy!"

"How can a normal person be so self-abuse."

"The company commander won't treat us like this in the future, will he?"

"maybe."

"..."

Two days later.

Before the big troops who came to join the announcement, Zhou Xiaoxi came here first.

"Master..."

Seeing Jiang Fan, Zhou Xiaoxi was very excited.

Jiang Fan raised his hand and said to her, "I said, now, you are not my apprentice."

Zhou Xiaoxi choked, "Then what do I call you?"

Jiang Fan said: "The chief is also fine, or instructor Jiang."

Zhou Xiaoxi stood at attention and said, "Yes! Instructor Jiang!"

Jiang Fan nodded, "Since you choose to join the army, it proves that you have accepted the profession of a soldier."

"But now, we can only start as private soldiers. Of course, I mean the training stage."

"You are a technician specially recruited by me. In addition, you belong to the regular system in society. If you are transferred to the army, you can be regarded as an officer. However, in the first year, you still need to start as a cadre student If you perform well, you can officially become an officer."

Zhou Xiaoxi said loudly: "Yes! Everything depends on Instructor Jiang!"

Jiang Fan nodded in satisfaction, "That's good! Then you go to the Women's Squadron to stay for three months."

"I have already greeted you over there, and I will conduct special training for you, trying to make you a qualified female Marine Corps soldier in the shortest possible time!"

"Yes!"

Jiang Fan immediately called someone over and took Zhou Xiaoxi to the women's squadron.

And in the afternoon, several buses finally brought in the candidate candidates selected by Jiang Fan.

Among these people, some are officers, some are non-commissioned officers and veterans, and a small part are private soldiers.

After arriving here, I can't help feeling a little nervous.

And the people selected by the navy and army teams have already stood in a square.

On the side of each square, He Chenguang and others took the list, and after confirming each one, Lei Zhan picked up the loudspeaker and shouted loudly: "Everyone has it! Look to the right and look forward."

"Take a break, stand at attention!"

After hundreds of people followed Lei Zhan's command and prepared to line up, Lei Zhan ran three meters away from Jiang Fan, saluted Jiang Fan, and said loudly, "Report to the chief instructor, the frogman special forces candidates have assembled! "

"There should be 456 people! There are 456 people! Please give instructions! Deputy chief instructor, Lei Zhan!"

Jiang Fan returned the salute with a stern expression, "Relax."

"Yes!"

Lei Zhan saluted again, and then shouted to all the candidates: "Take it easy!"

Swish.

All candidates stick out one-third of their left foot.

As Jiang Fan walked up, everyone's eyes followed Jiang Fan's figure, and their eyes were full of reverence.

The Marines of the Marine Corps naturally knew Jiang Fan's strength.

And the other troops outside and those specially recruited here also saw Jiang Fan's strength with their own eyes.

Whether in the army or in society, everyone worships the strong.

But in their view, Jiang Fan is not that kind of ordinary strong man.

"Tell me!" After Jiang Fan finished speaking, all candidates stood at attention immediately.

"Take a break!"

Jiang Fan yelled again, and then said: "What should be said, what should not be said, I have already said it before I let you come here."

"Now, there is no need to waste time to say more."

"I just emphasize the rules!"

Jiang Fan glanced at the crowd, his eyes were sharp, and his voice was loud, "The troops are all about orders and prohibitions!"

"And it's even more so here!"

"Remember, at any time, any assessment training subject, if you don't obey, you will be eliminated directly!"

"The special forces I want to choose are not fighters who come to resist me and question me!"

"Those who want to resist me and question me, wait until you can sit in my position before you open your mouth."

"Otherwise, give me proper training!"

"Do you understand?!"

Everyone: "Yes! Yes! Yes!"

"very good!"

Jiang Fan nodded, "Now, the deputy chief instructor, Lei Zhan, will announce the selection rules!"

"Yes!"

Jiang Fan's voice fell, and Lei Zhan ran up again, holding a loudspeaker, scanned the audience, and shouted loudly:
"Selection is divided into three stages!"

"The first stage: devil training week, the time is half a month and two weeks, the training subjects are also very simple, physical and mental training! Those who pass can directly enter the next level!"

"The second stage: skill training and assessment! It will last for two and a half months. At this stage, there is no need to explain too much. When you enter this stage, you will have your own explanation!"

"The third stage: Let's talk about it after you have successfully passed the first two stages!"

Everyone: "???"

Except for the first stage, the second and third stages, what is the difference between what you say and what you don’t say?
You might as well not announce it.

As Lei Zhan said, he pointed to a flag-raising platform for national flags, military flags, and party flags at the back. You send them back."

"Don't worry, you will receive new helmets before you leave!"

"Now, I'll give you 3 minutes. If you don't understand anything, you can ask questions!"

"report!"

At this time, a non-commissioned officer raised his hand and asked loudly: "Instructor, do you have a specific training plan for the first stage?"

Lei Zhan: "There is no plan! Everything depends on the mood of the chief instructor."

Sergeant: "..."

Everyone: "..."