Chapter 112: Looks like being dominated?

Having no prior experience as an instructor cannot be used as an excuse for being unable to devise a reasonable training plan now.

Liu Xiaotian clearly knew this, so he did not go ask the Chief Instructor or any other instructor about it.

From the moment he first took office, he could see that the Chief Instructor went straight to lounge in the sun without even a word of introduction, showing that the Chief Instructor had no intention of guiding him.

But this is normal; you've been given the opportunity—do you really expect to be spoon‑taught?

Why don't I just train myself? Why bother having you come?

Wouldn't it be cheaper to buy pork hocks and eat them? After a week of the default training regimen, Liu Xiaotian finally worked out a training plan tailored to himself.

At this point, the patience of the hand‑trained soldiers was about to wear thin.

After all, although Liu Xiaotian's training over the past week had been proper and of reasonable intensity, it was still just basic training, wasn't it?

Moreover, these trainees were top‑notch elites in their own national armies—did they come here just to follow you in daily sandbag punching and occasional sparring?

If that were the case, what's the point of the Warrior School? Not to mention a military training ground—you could just find any combat‑training gym and get this done. Even the Chief Instructor, who had been very pleased with him from the start, began to show disappointment in his eyes after seeing him stick to only basic training subjects.

On the morning of the eighth day, the group taking turns to receive combat training happened to be the one containing He Chen Guang, Wang Yanbing, and Li Erniu, a total of fifty‑three soldiers.

After forming ranks, Liu Xiaotian, who had always worn a pair of sunglasses since becoming an instructor just like the Chief Instructor, walked slowly to the front of the formation and stood there without speaking right away.

He Chen Guang, Wang Yanbing, and Li Erniu were inevitably a bit puzzled, wondering what Liu Xiaotian was up to.

To be honest, over the past week they also didn't quite understand why Liu Xiaotian merely continued the previous basic training routine; they had wanted to find a chance to talk to him, but as soon as training ended each day he would instantly jump into the jeep and drive off, giving them no opportunity at all.

It wasn't that he had become conceited after becoming an instructor; he was simply eager to go back and think quietly.

Working out a training plan isn't something you can just do on a whim, deciding however you feel like it.

Liu Xiaotian had to consider in advance every possible situation that might arise and work out solutions for them.

Otherwise, scrambling for last‑minute fixes when the time comes would only cause bigger trouble.

Fortunately, he now has a complete training plan that has been repeatedly refined.

A dozen seconds later.

"Five minutes later, fall out and dismiss!"

This was Liu Xiaotian's first sentence.

All fifty‑three soldiers, including He Chen Guang, Wang Yanbing, and Li Erniu, immediately showed looks of confusion on their faces.

They couldn't figure out what medicine this new instructor, who had only been drilling them in combat sparring and basic strength training every day for the past week, was selling in his gourd.

What does 'dismiss' mean? Time off? Rest? That seems unlikely.

Immediately they understood Liu Xiaotian's meaning, and at the same time a urge welled up in them to rush forward and beat up this young instructor who, like them, had once been a trainee soldier.

But having personally witnessed Liu Xiaotian knock out Xiao Dao San Lang with a single move, they could only imagine it in their minds.

"You have four hours. I don't care whether you go up the mountain or down to the sea—each of you must bring back a living creature weighing over fifty kilograms, and it must be wild and alive, with no cooperation allowed; you must do it alone."

This was Liu Xiaotian's second sentence.

At first glance this training item looks like a joke, but on closer thought a few quick‑reacting soldiers immediately realized how difficult it is.

On this small island, animals are never in short supply.

If Liu Xiaotian wanted a pig or a cow, not only could these elite soldiers from various countries do it, even a teenager could lead one over to him.

But for wild animals over fifty kilograms on the mountain, there are only porcupines, wild wolves, leopards, and even lions.

It is said that when the Warrior School was founded on this island, they specially brought seven lions from the tropical grasslands—two males and five females from different prides—and released them to roam the mountain northwest of the island.

Besides that, more than thirty kinds of highly aggressive animals such as hyenas and wild wolves have been relocated to that mountain in numbers ranging from a few to over twenty, and this has been the case for decades.

Initially many of the island's residents lost their lives to wild beasts, but later hardly anyone dared to approach that mountain.

Now, who knows how the various wild beasts on that mountain have developed in numbers—which have died out and which have thrived.

Charging in like that—isn't that just asking for death?

"The final requirement: no one may carry weapons, not even a dagger; of course, after entering the mountain you can gather materials on the spot and use wooden sticks etc. as your weapons

"But the precondition is that you must not let the wild animal you intend to capture bleed; knocking it unconscious and bringing it back is fine, but killing it is not allowed."

This was Liu Xiaotian's third sentence.

Immediately afterward he announced the dismissal and started the timer.

Although the fifty‑three hand‑trained soldiers were unwilling deep down, they still dispersed at once, each running off in different directions.

Liu Xiaotian saw that at least half of the soldiers were heading toward the seaside.

Seeing this, a smile curled at the corner of his mouth.

Everyone knows that marine life is naturally far less dangerous than the mountain beasts.

But couldn't one consider the difficulty of capture? Moreover, Liu Xiaotian had specifically stressed that the animal must be alive.

To bring back from the sea an animal that meets the weight requirement and keep it alive, the only realistic option is a sea turtle.

But what kind of luck would it take to happen upon a sea turtle that just happened to come ashore?

If it's out in the ocean, these gentle giants—you trying to haul it ashore? If you don't let go, it could drag you down to the seabed!

As for other marine creatures, a fifty‑kilogram sea snail isn't impossible, but at least none have been heard of so far.

Even if such a snail existed, it would necessarily be in the deep sea.

With no equipment, the pressure of just a few meters of seawater is already a limit; go any deeper and it's doubtful you could get back up easily.

What relieved Liu Xiaotian was that none of He Chen Guang, Wang Yanbing, and Li Erniu chose the seaside; instead they each ran toward the mountain in turn.

He didn't notice that the Chief Instructor, who had merely been popping by for a look over the past two or three days with ever‑shorter stays, finally showed a look of delight behind his sunglasses after hearing the announced training mission.

(End of chapter)