Chapter 1180: Old A

The specifications for the Military Region grand competition were quite high, and the preparations were complete.

Basically, for any event that was even slightly dangerous, there was a first-aid team from a field hospital. During the long-distance armed cross-country, there were even armed helicopters in the sky, off-road trucks following on the ground, and the first-aid team trailing at the very end.

That wasn't just for show; it was truly useful.

By the time they reached the Military Region grand competition, they were standing on the stage of the finals.

These soldiers included front-line combat personnel, civilian staff who maintained good combat literacy, kitchen squad soldiers who were like hidden masters, and even logistics personnel.

They were all elite soldiers screened layer by layer from units at all levels.

At the critical moment of the final struggle, everyone was fighting for their lives, and not a single one retreated.

Wu Liuyi didn't come; he had been eliminated during the Group Army competition, but it was right that he didn't come. Because Wu Liuyi was a brave and strong-willed person; if he had really come and felt the atmosphere here, he would definitely have gritted his teeth and fought for his life.

At that time, I'm afraid Wu Liuyi would really have had a hard time returning in one piece.

In various running competitions, these soldiers were truly running for their lives. Especially in the long-distance events, Wang Yan's speed of changing rhythm was faster and more frequent; the main force could keep up, and although they were all panting like bellows, they bit down and refused to fall behind. This willpower was clearly different.

However, human strength has its limits. Wang Yan respected the soldiers' iron willpower, but that didn't stop him from easily taking one first place after another.

Only this type of physical fitness competition relied on willpower; the remaining professional skills and tactics were all about daily training.

In addition, there was unarmed combat, which was quite special; most matches were called off, and few gave up voluntarily.

Wang Yan's combat with others was one-sided beating, but people weren't convinced; they fell down and climbed back up time and time again to launch attacks. Even though he was like a king of the hill, many people still came to challenge him, determined to fight him no matter what.

In the combat competition, no fewer than twenty people were sent to the hospital by Wang Yan.

Of course, he had a sense of proportion when he struck; they were all external injuries, the pain was only temporary, and they would be fine after resting for a few days.

Just like that, after a period of competition, Wang Yan successfully took first place in all the events he participated in and was awarded a personal Second-Class Merit.

On the podium, the leader cordially communicated with Wang Yan, hoping Wang Yan would continue to work hard, train hard in killing skills, and create better results. He also took a photo with Wang Yan as a souvenir.

The process was almost the same as the competition in the regiment; after receiving the award, there was still an interview by the propaganda officer.

The difference was that there was also a CCTV reporter, setting up a camera for an interview. They said it would be broadcast on the news later, and there would also be a commendation for the entire army, calling on the vast number of soldiers to learn from Wang Yan.

After such a busy time, Wang Yan finally had time to rest.

That night, Wang Yan was eating and drinking with the participating soldiers in the cafeteria when Yuan Lang suddenly popped up.

"Congratulations to you, you've won a Second-Class Merit."

As soon as he finished speaking, there was a sound of chairs scraping, and the soldiers at the table all stood up and saluted: "Good day, Leader!"

Naturally, this included Wang Yan.

He clicked his tongue: "This leader doesn't know the rules; who wanders over while people are eating?"

"This soldier doesn't know the rules either; you don't respect your leader."

Yuan Lang smiled and punched Wang Yan in the chest. Then he waved his hand at the other soldiers: "Sit down, eat your food; I have something to discuss with this kid."

He looked at Wang Yan again, "How about it, should I wait for you to finish eating?"

"The leader really knows how to insult people; who would dare let you wait? But you have to pay for the meal; I've only had two bites. Brothers, I'm leaving; you all know where I am; if there's nothing to do, write me a letter, let's keep in touch."

Having said goodbye to the other soldiers who had come from afar to participate, he left with Yuan Lang.

"You make friends very quickly; your adaptability is very strong."

"It's alright; it's just that wherever I go, I get to know people. As the saying goes, more friends mean more paths; maybe we'll help each other in the future; there are benefits to making good connections."

Yuan Lang smiled and turned to ask: "Are you still of the same mind as before?"

"Of course," Wang Yan said. "I've already won a Second-Class Merit, and I even got a commendation when I was in the recruit company. When I return to the regiment, our instructor will have to develop me; this year an activist, next year joining the Party. Next year I'll be a veteran, and with these results, I'll definitely be able to be a squad leader. After being a squad leader for a year, they'll definitely recommend me to military academy; then I'll perform well, graduate early, and be promoted to an officer directly.

In another ten or eight years, I'll win a few more merits, and I'll be able to be promoted to a field officer. Wherever I go, people will salute me and call me Leader."

Yuan Lang couldn't help but nod as he listened, because everything Wang Yan said could become reality if nothing went wrong. After all, Wang Yan's strength was there; if he became an officer, he would have more advantages than graduates who entered military academy through the college entrance exam.

He himself could powerfully suppress the soldiers under his command and could also quickly make friends. Now that he was first in many events in the grand competition, he had entered the sight of high-level leaders; as long as he didn't make any mistakes, his future wouldn't be bad.

But that wouldn't do!

He said: "What do you think is the destination of a soldier?"

"Protect the home and defend the country, die on the battlefield, and be wrapped in horse skin."

"That's right," Yuan Lang hammered his fist into his palm. "Now is a peaceful era; because of nuclear weapons, unless it's a last resort, there won't be large-scale wars. There are only confrontations between small elite forces. You know what officers are like; do you think that kind of life is what you want? Promotion isn't the only path you mentioned. You should go to a more suitable place and exert your role."

Wang Yan squinted: "If I'm not mistaken, you're talking about the Special Forces, right?"

"Smart. Let me introduce myself again: unit, codename Old A; I am the Special Forces squadron leader, Yuan Lang."

"So you want to take me to your brigade to see and see? You are a classified unit, right?"

"I don't believe that a soldier who participated in almost all events of the grand competition and won first place in all of them would fail the confidentiality regulations," Yuan Lang said sonorously.

He smiled again, "How about it, are you interested?"

"No interest in joining for now, but I can go take a look."

"That's fine too," Yuan Lang nodded with a smile. "Go give my men a lesson, let them see what it means that there are people beyond people, and heavens beyond heavens. Let's go, get in the car."

"I have to eat first; I have to eat meat."

"Easy to say, how about a whole roasted lamb? My skill at roasting whole lamb is especially good."

"Then I'll taste it; anyway, it's free, I'm not picky."

"Get in the car!" Yuan Lang laughed and greeted Wang Yan to get into an open-top off-road jeep on the side of the road.

He took Wang Yan all the way to their station.

Yuan Lang was a qualified tour guide; he started from the past history and introduced it all the way to the establishment of the Special Forces and how he became the brigade leader. He spoke with passion.

He was really treating Wang Yan like a young kid, trying hard to fool him.

All the way to a building, a fire had already been lit here, and a table had been set up. On the table was a cleaned lamb, just waiting for Yuan Lang to come back and roast it.

"Captain, what is this for? A one-striper?"

A tall and thin young man walked up, saw Wang Yan following Yuan Lang, and expressed doubt.

"Wang Yan, this is Qi Heng, my squad leader."

Yuan Lang introduced him to Wang Yan first, then spoke to Qi Heng, "This is the first place in our Military Region grand competition this year."

"First place in what event?" Qi Heng asked, not understanding.

"First place in everything!"

Qi Heng was stunned for a moment and looked at Wang Yan: "What did you participate in?"

"Ten-kilometer light-gear cross-country, five-kilometer heavy-gear cross-country, three-kilometer speed run, push-ups, pull-ups, chin-ups... ten-meter pistol speed shooting, scout guidance..."

Wang Yan recited various events with a smile.

Yuan Lang didn't stop him, until Wang Yan finished reciting a bunch of events, Qi Heng asked: "You participated in all of them?"

Wang Yan nodded with a smile: "All first place."

"Holy crap!" Qi Heng widened his eyes, "Are you still human?"

"People all say I'm a big animal," Wang Yan responded with a smile.

"Truly an animal."

Yuan Lang laughed: "I brought him here today just to let you all see, so you don't think you're so awesome every day. Go, call everyone over; we're having a feast today. Before the feast, let's warm up and open our appetites; no problem, right, Wang Yan?"

"How to warm up?"

"Like this, first unarmed combat, then... see that dilapidated building over there? After you finish sparring, it will be dark; I'll give you a set of exercise equipment, you go in, and my team members will fight you one by one; do you dare?"

"Night vision goggles, thermal imaging are standard, right?"

"None of them are equipped; if everyone knew, wouldn't that be boring? What's being trained is this alertness. What do you say?"

"I have no problem."

"Then it's settled."

"Isn't this a bit bullying?" Qi Heng was still very upright.

Yuan Lang slapped him: "You'll know when the time comes; go call people."

"Yes!" Qi Heng responded and turned to run away.

Yuan Lang rolled up his sleeves, looking like he was about to do a big job.

He turned to look at Wang Yan beside him: "Not bullying you, right?"

"You're already bullying me, so why ask? If I have the ability, I'll eliminate a few of your team members; if I don't have the ability, I'll let them give me a lesson; is that what you mean?"

"Just understand it; it's so awkward to say it out loud. No matter what, it's me bullying you with more people."

"Look, doesn't this reflect the advantage of being promoted to an officer? When I become a regiment commander, you try? See if I bombard you or not."

Yuan Lang smiled, walked over to have someone wash his hands with a water hose, and then patted the white and tender lamb.

"This whole roasted lamb, don't look at it as just roasting, but it's very particular, there are many tricks. Just take the selection of materials..." Yuan Lang showed his elegance again...

Wang Yan lit a cigarette on his own and sat on the side smoking. He wasn't a soldier here, not a provost, so no one cared about him. Yuan Lang just glanced at him, said nothing, and continued talking about the particulars of roasting a whole lamb.

More than a hundred soldiers under Yuan Lang gathered over, all wearing physical training clothes, some tall and some short, but all with bulging muscles. They were thin, but they were all fierce men who could shake hundreds of pounds with a swing of their arms.

Yuan Lang gave a speech, introduced Wang Yan to everyone, and then went back to roast the whole lamb.

Wang Yan stood in the field, stretched his arms and legs to warm up, then stood still, looked at the smiling faces that were full of ill intent, and waved his hand: "Come on."

"I'll go first!"

Qi Heng was the first to express his dissatisfaction.

He arrived in the field and stood in a fighting stance. His feet were front and back, his hands raised to his eyes, left fist in front, right fist in back, faintly protecting his head.

And he waved at Wang Yan, signaling him to bring it on.

Wang Yan smiled and walked straight toward Qi Heng. When the two were half a body apart, he suddenly stepped close and threw a jab, aiming straight at Qi Heng's face.

The latter blocked with his left fist, dodged to the side at the same time, leaned in to bump into Wang Yan, and swung his rear right fist, aiming a hook straight at Wang Yan's chin.

As everyone knows, the chin area has many vagus nerves, and the end of the jawbone is also connected to the main nerves of the brainstem. Once it receives a heavy blow or a strong impact, there is a high possibility of causing a temporary interruption between the end of the jawbone and the main nerves of the brainstem, thereby causing loss of limb function and loss of consciousness.

In boxing matches, many famous KO scenes were hits to the chin, directly knocking people down and causing loss of consciousness. In some famous street fighting scenes where professional boxers fight passersby, it's one punch per person. The person hit falls down suddenly, limbs stiff, with faint convulsions.

Wang Yan, of course, wouldn't take this hit. When Qi Heng bumped over, he also stepped forward on his toes, and at the same time, used his waist and hips to exert force, twisting his body to bump back with a close-quarters lean.

This lean was powerful and heavy, bumping Qi Heng into the air for a step. After landing, his body couldn't balance, causing him to retreat repeatedly until he was caught by the watching soldiers, and then he stopped.

"Not bad, you really have some skills. I'm coming for real now; be careful."

Qi Heng wasn't convinced; he rushed over again. This time he took the initiative to attack, throwing a front kick.

Seeing Wang Yan unhurried, he dodged to the side. While Qi Heng was still in the air, he twisted his body and circled, swinging his arm, wanting to give Wang Yan a turning big hook.

But it was precisely when he exposed his back that Wang Yan had already arrived behind him, simply and directly clamping his neck and putting on a lock.

With just a little force, Qi Heng lost his strength and had to pat Wang Yan's arm repeatedly to admit defeat.

Qi Heng coughed a few times: "You're awesome, but I'm not convinced; I was careless this time; we'll fight again in the future."

"If there's a chance, I'll accompany you to the end," Wang Yan responded with a smile, then said loudly, "Bring two!"

"Holy crap! Too looking down on people. I'm coming!"

A soldier wasn't convinced, came out to challenge Wang Yan one-on-one, and after being kicked twice, he became honest, grimacing. And he questioned Wang Yan, why didn't he kick Qi Heng just now...

In the following period of time, Wang Yan challenged two, three, four, five people alone, until he had conditioned more than forty people, and Wang Yan finally waved his hand, indicating he wouldn't fight anymore.

Because his stamina couldn't hold up, he had to rest.

Of course, it was fake, but people already felt he was a monster, so it was better to be restrained.

Fighting consumed no less energy than long-distance running. The spirit was also highly tense, and every strike used a lot of strength. Those who knew how to fight could distribute their stamina as reasonably as possible to ensure long-term combat effectiveness. Those who didn't know how to fight couldn't even last two minutes, so that the punches thrown at the end were soft.

The Special Forces soldiers also breathed a sigh of relief; they couldn't beat him, they were just treated as human sandbags, beaten one-sidedly. But if they didn't fight, it was embarrassing.

Now that it had stopped, everyone was happy, only the soldiers who had been beaten earlier were not very happy.

They secretly held their breath, planning to give Wang Yan a lesson when they competed in the building later... ===== CHAPTER 1181 =====