Chapter 1181: Refusal

"You go in and prepare first; the attack will start in five minutes; no problem, right?"

The flames roasted the whole lamb, which was already emitting a charred fragrance, and also illuminated Yuan Lang's face red.

"No problem."

Wang Yan jumped and moved around, feeling the uncomfortable spots.

Seeing this, Yuan Lang asked with a smile: "First time wearing this exercise equipment, right?"

"I've only been a soldier for a few months. But it's coming soon; I heard our army will have an exercise next month, two divisions field training."

"That's perfect; you can familiarize yourself with the equipment here with me, so you don't get scrapped by a shot as soon as the exercise starts."

"I'm still planning to capture the leader alive."

Wang Yan replied with a smile, then carried the Type 95 automatic rifle and swayed into the dilapidated building used for daily attack and defense training.

Before long, the five minutes were up, a sharp whistle sounded outside, and the fully armed Special Forces team members lined up into several small teams and entered the building from all directions.

At this moment, a sound of "tutu-tutu" roaring sounded. Wang Yan couldn't help but lean against the window to look out, only to see an armed helicopter slowly rising into the air, heading toward the roof of the building, looking like it was going to rappel down, attacking from above and below, surrounding him, and compressing his activity space.

Wang Yan couldn't help but laugh, laughing at Yuan Lang's lack of martial virtue.

He was indeed very strong, but what he had shown still hadn't reached this level. Yuan Lang, of course, also knew, perhaps it was more to let him feel despair and let him see the methods of the Special Forces.

This building wasn't small, the space was very large, and it could hold a thousand people, let alone a hundred. Even if the Special Forces team members were attacking from the roof, from downstairs, rappelling from top to bottom, and climbing walls from bottom to top, attacking from all directions. But finding Wang Yan would still take some time.

Not to mention Wang Yan wouldn't sit still and wait for death.

He directly leaned out of the wall and accurately pointed out the soldiers climbing up.

The equipment on the soldiers' bodies all started smoking, which was the sign of being eliminated.

This was exercise equipment, equipped with infrared sensing devices; once the frequency matched, it would trigger the smoke on the body. It let both sides understand that this was an elimination. This was a set of highly significant systems, making soldiers more careful and cautious during exercises, rather than just rushing blindly.

Everyone knew that those who were eliminated first had the lowest evaluation, and if things went wrong, they would have to write a review later...

The Special Forces weren't just attacking blindly; Wang Yan was able to successfully point out and eliminate them because he was strong, not because the Special Forces soldiers were weak. They had climbers, and of course, they had cover, all aiming at the windows.

It was just that Wang Yan's speed was fast and accurate, which was why he quickly eliminated several climbing and covering soldiers, and it was on one side.

Just at this moment, dense footsteps sounded, and immediately after, several smoke grenades were thrown in from the stairwells everywhere.

Wang Yan was unhurried, simply rolled out of the window, went down a floor directly, and launched a sneak attack on the Special Forces. Immediately after, he moved to a safe place outside the building and went around to the back again.

This was the only way to fight; otherwise, if he went out to face the Special Forces head-on, every time there would be several gun barrels, he couldn't handle it. If this were live ammunition, he could actually handle it; after all, if bullets hit him, he could survive, and maybe they wouldn't even hit him. If he fired a few shots, they would be headshots, every shot fatal.

But now it was an exercise; if a laser scanned him, the smoke on his body would explode, and he would be eliminated directly.

So he had to constantly pull out space, hit the back unexpectedly, or hide in corners, playing CQB with the Special Forces soldiers. His reaction was faster, his shooting was more accurate, and he could even engage in close-quarters killing.

In short, this was a game of hide-and-seek in a dilapidated building.

The whole battle lasted for nearly an hour, during which people kept walking out dejectedly with smoke, then looking up, watching Wang Yan moving rapidly outside the wall occasionally.

Even Wang Yan didn't climb down the stairs, but jumped down directly, using his powerful upper body strength to grab the protrusions and stabilize his body. It was like Li Lianjie in "Cradle 2 the Grave," quite smooth and handsome, full of power.

A group of frustrated Special Forces members looked on with envy, calling him a big animal.

A new soldier with only a few months of military age and one stripe on his shoulder had abused them all over; that feeling wasn't pleasant. But they could only sigh at the huge gap in talent between people.

When Wang Yan walked out, the Special Forces soldiers all gave him a look of attention; nothing else, just admiration.

"Not bad, I really didn't misjudge you. Come, come, come, the whole roasted lamb will take a while; let's eat something else first." Yuan Lang greeted Wang Yan enthusiastically.

Although the show of force didn't succeed, and instead Wang Yan abused them, Yuan Lang wasn't unhappy at all. On the contrary, the stronger Wang Yan was, the more excited he was.

Furthermore, it was just an attack and defense battle inside a building, which indeed proved Wang Yan's strength. But real combat wasn't like this. If a real fight broke out, facing someone like Wang Yan, they would provide precise coordinates, carry out direct remote saturation strikes, plow the ground with artillery, or even use helicopters and fighter jets; they would blast him to death.

Wang Yan said vigilantly: "Don't look at me with that kind of look; I like women, not men."

"I just like you."

"Hey, starting to play disgusting, right?"

"Sincerely," Yuan Lang smiled and handed Wang Yan a bottle of beer. "You tell me, which officer doesn't like a soldier like you? No, not like, they love you to death."

"I don't want to make a mistake; don't force me to hit the leader," Wang Yan said with a look of disgust.

Yuan Lang didn't mind at all, leaned close to Wang Yan: "Are you really not considering it anymore? It's not easy to come to my side."

"Aren't you selecting from various units? If nothing goes wrong, if I want to come, I can come anytime."

Yuan Lang paused: "You're right. At any time, we want a soldier like you, but sooner or later..."

"Then don't be in a hurry, Leader. I'm doing quite well in the unit; when I'm transferred or our unit is reorganized or something, we'll talk then. I'm doing quite well where I am; it's the same everywhere. Actually, when a real war breaks out, the role I play is the same wherever I am. Don't you think so?"

Wang Yan said with a smile, "Leader, I think we are destined; people who are destined will meet again sooner or later."

"Really not considering it anymore?"

"I've said it clearly enough, Leader."

Yuan Lang stared at Wang Yan for two seconds, then laughed, and put his arm around Wang Yan's shoulder: "I said, don't be so polite; I feel like I've known you for a long time, and from today on, I'll be thinking about you day and night. If you were under my command, you'd call me Captain. If you're not under my command, I can't control you, and you don't have to call me Leader. Call me Brother Yuan, Brother Lang, Old Yuan, all fine; come, let's have a drink. Let me see if your drinking capacity is also that fierce."

"Can't get me too drunk and force me to stay, right?"

"Do I look like that kind of person?"

"I don't think you look like a good person, Old Yuan?"

Yuan Lang laughed: "I do have this idea, but the reality doesn't allow it. You're such an excellent soldier; if you don't agree, I can't keep you even if I want to. Is your regiment commander a fool? If he doesn't nod, the relationship can't be transferred; why would I keep you? Just rest assured, drink steadily; stay the night here with me today, and I'll arrange for someone to send you back tomorrow."

"Cheers!" Wang Yan simply took the beer bottle, clinked it with Yuan Lang, and started drinking directly.

Just like that, Wang Yan started drinking with Yuan Lang and his soldiers; mainly everyone besieged him, and he was an honest person, so he surrendered directly after knocking down a few people. If he could drink, he drank; if he couldn't, he didn't.

No matter how much he could drink, he really couldn't beat more than a hundred people, but he knocked Yuan Lang down, so he completed the task.

As for the whole roasted lamb that Yuan Lang had been rambling about with many particulars, Wang Yan ate quite a bit; the LV3 level was already quite good.

The atmosphere of the whole feast was very good, and everyone was very happy.

Just like that, Wang Yan stayed at the Special Forces for a night.

By the next day, Yuan Lang didn't get up, so there was no farewell, and Qi Heng drove Wang Yan back to the headquarters guesthouse.

Wang Yan had a vacation; after all, he had performed so well this time, and in terms of combat results, he could be said to be the number one person in the three armed forces, outrageously strong. It was hard to come to the great capital, so they gave him some time to walk around and look around.

He didn't do anything, just walked around, ate and drank, bought some messy things, and thus ended this grand competition.

He was wearing a regular uniform and took the train to Zhangjiakou. Along the way, some people took him seriously, and some didn't...

Arriving at the train station exit, he saw Gao Cheng and Instructor Hong Xingguo who had come to pick him up.

"Good day, Company Commander! Good day, Instructor!"

"Oh my, good, good, good, the great hero is finally back. Let me tell you, I was afraid you'd be snatched away," Gao Cheng laughed, walked over happily and patted Wang Yan, and even took the initiative to take the luggage.

"There really was one," Wang Yan responded with a smile.

"Who?" Gao Cheng frowned.

"Special Forces, and I even stayed at their station for a night and sparred with them."

"Old A?"

"You know?"

Hong Xingguo smiled: "Who doesn't know, but it's just knowing the name; the specifics aren't clear. The year before last, they selected one from our regiment. Didn't you see him there?"

"Maybe he was in another brigade; I don't know," Wang Yan shook his head.

"Alright, alright, hurry up and get in the car; I'll treat you to a good meal when we get back." Gao Cheng greeted.

The three of them got in the car, Gao Cheng driving, Hong Xingguo in the passenger seat, Wang Yan in the back row; his status had also risen.

This was, of course, a joke. In the army, young and middle-aged officers generally prefer to sit in the passenger seat rather than the right rear position.

As soon as they got in the car, Gao Cheng asked: "What did the Special Forces say to you?"

"They said that their side is the highest stage for a soldier, and our side isn't suitable for me. But I'm doing quite well where I am, so I refused."

Wang Yan said words that made Gao Cheng feel at ease, and then told the two about what happened at Yuan Lang's place.

Hearing that he had abused the Special Forces people, the two laughed out loud, very happy.

"Right, you have to be like that, so they don't all have their eyes growing on their heads," Gao Cheng said with satisfaction.

"It's understandable, after all, they are all selected from the best, all soldiers who were kings in their old units, so arrogance is normal," Hong Xingguo excused them.

"No matter how arrogant, didn't they still get hammered by Wang Yan? Well done!"

Just like that, laughing and joking, they returned to the station. The first thing was to see the regiment commander and political commissar, get affirmation and encouragement, and take some photos.

Then, Gao Cheng and Hong Xingguo took Wang Yan to eat, which was considered a welcome for Wang Yan, and took the opportunity to do some ideological work for Wang Yan.

Until after these things, Wang Yan finally returned to the squad.

"Oh my, oh my, Brother Yan, you're finally back; I've missed you to death."

Bai Tiejun was the first to see Wang Yan and shouted exaggeratedly, and everyone in the squad was alarmed.

He said: "Brother Yan, you don't know, the night before last, our company watched TV together, and the News Broadcast had you for three minutes. The Military Channel had you for three hours. You're really famous this time; the whole country knows you."

"Forget it, on my way back, no one recognized me." Wang Yan nodded to the other soldiers who gathered around and greeted: "Squad Leader, Deputy Squad Leader... I brought you things, they were all bought in Beijing, and there's roast duck; you haven't eaten it, right?"

"What roast duck, hurry up and take out your Second-Class Merit medal and certificate, let the brothers open their eyes," Wu Liuyi said. "Everyone has seen people wearing them on their clothes, but no one has touched them; this time it's really an eye-opener."

They were all soldiers, how could they not know the preciousness of a Second-Class Merit? There was a Second-Class Merit right beside them, and everyone wanted to see it.

Wang Yan, of course, wasn't stingy; he immediately took out the medal and certificate, and everyone passed them around to look.

Gan Xiaoning sighed: "You're really awesome."

"Minor matter," Wang Yan laughed.

Shi Jin finally had the opportunity to get close to Wang Yan; he patted Wang Yan's arm and looked him up and down: "Didn't get hurt, right?"

"I'm fine, better than ever."

Wu Liuyi leaned over: "How was the competition over there? Intense? The footage on TV was too short."

"There was a first-aid team from a field hospital following behind; you tell me if it was intense or not," Wang Yan shook his head and sighed. "There were muscle dissolution, sprained ankles, accidental fractures, and exhaustion and paralysis. At the time, I was thinking, it's a good thing you didn't go; if you had gone, you wouldn't have been fine either."

"Hehe, I'm satisfied. I wasn't convinced before, but ever since you came, I'm convinced of everything."

"Has the Third-Class Merit been implemented?"

"It's already been issued; I'll get the certificate for you to see," Wu Liuyi happily went to flip through his medal and certificate.

So a group of people gathered together, looking at the difference between Second-Class Merit and Third-Class Merit, laughing and joking, very lively.

Soldiers from other squads heard the news of Wang Yan's return and gathered around one by one.

The food and drink Wang Yan bought couldn't be kept, of course; one bite here, one bite there, everyone basically just tasted it, and it disappeared in the blink of an eye... ===== CHAPTER 1182 =====