Urban Special Troop

The instructor team's comrade-in-arms took off their masks, and a captain shouted to the student recruitment team, "Brothers, please forgive our sudden attack!" Captain Hei said with a smile, "Captain Sun, where did you go? Thank you for cooperating with the student army to complete this exercise. Thank you for allowing us to clearly see our weak points!"

"Let's send off our comrade-in-arms!" Yan Jie Jun led the applause.

The instructors led their troops out of the forest in an orderly manner, while Shao Xi was extremely confused. Just now, where did they suddenly appear from? There was no way for anyone to sense it at all. This was not normal. Shao Xi glanced at the surrounding terrain out of the corner of his eye. It didn't seem like they had the advantage of being able to hide. Moreover, with a team of several hundred people, it would be difficult to find a place to hide. Everything was so unbelievable. They were like heavenly soldiers that suddenly appeared out of nowhere. Could it be that there were hiding places nearby that had yet to be discovered?

"Instructor Yan, arrange for these injured soldiers to undergo special training. The other students' classes will remain the same. However, those who fail to pass the examination are not allowed to exercise!" The black captain ordered with his hands behind his back.

Shao Xi was thoroughly impressed. Even an injured comrade couldn't escape the bad luck, so what kind of special training was this! They were already injured, so why bother torturing them? Besides, the soldiers were training. It did not make sense to train them during training.

No matter how much one complained, no one could change the situation. They could only resign themselves to fate and obey.

Yan Jiexi's eyes swept over the wounded soldiers in front of the group, and his expression became ferocious. I tell you, don't think it's a glorious thing to be a wounded man! In the army, this was a humiliation. In the war era, this was a burden! If you are injured, you will also have to drag down your comrades. If you are injured, you have to drag the entire squadron down with you. Therefore, I can tell you clearly that injury is not a glorious matter, but a great humiliation! "

Yan Jiajia's words made Shao Xi feel extremely disgusted. What kind of f * cking logic was this? Could it be that the wounded were not allowed to be wounded? If there were casualties during the war, could it be that he would have to leave them behind? Nonsense, pure nonsense! Wasn't this obviously asking everyone to play down the feelings of a comrade-in-arms? If the cadres of the army had the same idea, how could they fight? Who would dare to be injured? Damn, it was pure bullshit! This was the first time Shao Xi had ever protested so strongly against his words.

"You can think about it, why would you be injured? Why are you the ones injured, and not the others? It's not because you're brave, it's because you're incompetent! There is a saying that I think you all know. Sweat often and don't bleed much during wartime. It was a popular phrase in the army. I observed that my comrades who were more hardworking in their usual boxing training and actual combat were not injured today. You are like Shao Xi, Lin Ze Gang, and Li Xiaozhu, why aren't they injured? Were they lucky? No, they had done it on a regular basis. They had worked hard on it on a regular basis! There were also more than twenty squadrons of the squadron, but not a single one of them was injured. Why was this so? Think about it and reflect on it! "

Shao Xi felt that these words were more pleasing to the ear, at least not as sharp as before. However, he increasingly felt that this was Yan Jiajian scolding the wounded soldiers, but actually warning the other soldiers. However, his praise just now made Shao Xi's heart warm. These days, in the army, a compliment from the leader could warm a person's heart for many days.

Yan Jiajia paused for a moment, and then paced around while reprimanding them, "Let me give you all an example. In the battlefield, if one person is injured, it is equivalent to three people being killed. Do you know why?" Yan Jijun approached Lan Dawei's face and asked ferociously.

"Reporting to the instructor, as the wounded still need someone to manage, the number of people participating in the battle has been reduced!" Lan Dawei answered loudly.

Yan Jiajia lightly nodded, and continued, "That's right, that's the principle. If you were injured on the battlefield, it would mean that at least two or more of your comrades would be implicated by you, so ten of them would need at least twenty people to serve, and one hundred would need two hundred. Think about it, isn't it a very shameful thing to be injured?"

"Yes sir!" The injured soldiers replied in unison.

Shao felt that Yan Jijun's words made some sense.

"Well, then, how do we reduce the chance of injury?" Yan Jiajia asked with a raised voice: "Like I said, you guys usually sweat more and bleed less in times of war. If your abilities and skills could be compared to Shao Xi and the others, then you guys would definitely not be the ones injured today! Do you understand? " Yan Jie Jun said.

"Understood!" It was such a loud answer.

Oh, Shao thought, take me as an example again, as if I were a model soldier. However, Shao Xi's aversion towards Yan Jijun had lessened a little. In fact, his original intention was good, his real intention was not to express that the wounded were useless, but to change the way they were encouraged and influenced everyone. He did not want anyone to lose on the battlefield, that was his real intention. Shao Xi began to admire his passionate 'speech'. These instructors did not wear hats. Their wisdom was not something that an ordinary person could possess. From what he had said just now, there seemed to be disharmony among the elements, and the possibility of insulting the wounded, but his original goal had been achieved, and he had also achieved twice the result with half the effort. He made the soldiers understand that there was no secondary army on the battlefield, and if one wanted to survive on the battlefield, one must train one's abilities painstakingly, and one must sweat a lot.

"Since that's the case, there's no need for me to say anything more. We, the wounded, should intensify our training so as to not get injured again." Everyone, don't blame Instructor Yan for being heartless. Therefore, today, the one with the biggest amount of training should be you injured people! " Yan Jie Jun's words surprised Shao Xi. This was the first time Shao Xi had heard of asking the wounded to train more. Wasn't this a little too dark? Looking at the injured comrades in front of him, some of them had their arms injured, some had legs injured, and some even had internal injuries.

"Instructor, I, I really can't practice it anymore. My arms are hurting really badly right now, but I can't practice any of the moves!" One of the soldiers had an unsightly expression on his face. It seemed that his injuries were really unclear.

Yan Jiajia looked at him but did not say anything. Instead, he asked loudly, "Is there anything that you can't train? Report your name! "

"Instructor, my leg injury wasn't light, I'm afraid —"

"Instructor, my arm seems to have been dislocated and I can't move it!"

"Instructor, I …"

Several people typed out their reports one after another.

Yan Jiajia smiled maliciously and said, "Sure, no problem. I'll tell you how to practice. "Your head is hurting, your four limbs are being trained, your upper and lower limbs are being injured, your lower and lower limbs are being injured, special forces have a lot of ways to train, and there will always be one that suits you!"

The wounded soldiers were completely speechless. With such an instructor, what could they do?

Shao Xi thought to himself: How could he come up with such a bad idea! Scholars, it's no wonder that the Warriors of the Special Guard Regiment would be ashamed upon hearing your name. So it turns out that your reputation is not just for show!

Looking at the strange expressions on the wounded, Shao thought to himself, if their parents, seeing their son in such a state, still had to undergo cruel training, would they shed tears of sadness?