Chapter 352: This Soldier, You Really Can

Bang bang!

Two wooden sticks on his left and right slammed into Lu Yang's tensed back.

The sticks snapped on impact, leaving only two shallow red marks on his back.

Beer bottles!

Lu Yang turned his direction, gritting his teeth as he thrust his head forward.

Four or five beer bottles took turns smashing toward his head, the shattered glass shards scattering on the ground like a green galaxy.

Immediately after, he grabbed two red bricks from the ground and slammed them onto his forehead, looking extremely ferocious.

Rebar!

Lu Yang shook off the brick fragments from his head and reached toward Ding Tengfei beside him.

Ding Tengfei's throat made a gulping sound, and he panicked, "Brother Lu, maybe we should stop; the Golden Spear Throat Lock is too dangerous, it could go wrong."

Lu Yang had to press on in one go and succeed: "No more nonsense!"

Ding Tengfei, frightened by his fierce look, trembled and could only hand over the rebar he was holding.

Lu Yang mimicked the previous demonstration by Platoon Leader Zou Bin, placing one end against the upper middle of his clavicle, just above the throat.

He clenched his teeth, held his breath, drew the Qi from his dantian upward, forcefully pressing it against his throat, then narrowed his eyes and pushed his body forward.

At that moment, Lu Yang felt his throat being tightly squeezed, but the rebar began to visibly bend under his full force, not as exaggerated as Platoon Leader Zou Bin's, yet it was clearly forming a U-shape.

Huh!

The Qi in Lu Yang's throat reached its peak.

His body slowly retreated, and the rebar recovered a bit.

Ding Tengfei and Kong Long immediately ran over to ask, "You okay, Brother Lu?"

"No..."

Lu Yang tried to say he was fine, but no sound came out; his throat hurt as if he had swallowed a needle.

Wan Baoshan pointed at the fresh red seepage on his neck and jumped, "Whoa, you—you're bleeding?"

Lu Yang waited a while before speaking, "It's fine, just a broken outer layer."

Squad Leader Chen, watching from the side, said, "Lu Yang brother, you're being reckless; you've only practiced Hard Qi Gong for a little over half a month and are forcing the Golden Spear Throat Lock; even I trained for two and a half years before daring to try it."

Lu Yang covered the wound on his neck with a tissue and said, "I'm not... I'm afraid it's too late, that later there'll be no chance?"

Squad Leader Chen could only laugh and cry, "But you're still impressive; among the soldiers I've seen, none have a talent better than yours. On the tenth day you could split five bricks, and by the fifteenth day your Hard Qi Gong was taking shape."

"If you trained for a year or two, we old sticks would have to humbly admit inferiority."

Lu Yang was very modest, saying it was mainly thanks to the Company Commander and the veterans' good teaching.

But everyone knew clearly that the others from the same batch were still only at the two‑brick stage.

Cracking a beer bottle on the head doesn't succeed every time, and the Golden Spear Throat Lock is unthinkable; practicing it on the spot could kill you then and there.

"How about you rest a bit and practice later?"

"It's fine."

Lu Yang slipped the bloodied tissue into his pocket and said nonchalantly, "I think my body's resistance to blows still needs improvement; those two sticks earlier still left my back burning hot."

Squad Leader Chen, laughing and crying, said, "If you don't feel pain, you'd be dead. Our regular training hurts too, it's just that our skin is thick and we're used to it."

Lu Yang: "Any more sticks? I want to hit my thigh, calf, arm, a few more times."

Squad Leader Chen was also stunned.

As the veteran squad leader of the Special Service Company, he had seen too many slackers.

But someone like Lu Yang, obsessed, never tiring, never feeling pain, he truly had never seen.

Even their seasoned martial folks need a gradual painful adaptation, yet Lu Yang seemed to enjoy it, never tiring of it.

He turned his head toward Ding Tengfei, Kong Long and the others, "Has he always been like this with you?"

Ding Tengfei and the others nodded vigorously, "Since we first met him, he's always been like this."

Squad Leader Chen covered his face, seeming to finally understand what 'extraordinary talent' meant.

No wonder Lu Yang was fast‑tracked for promotion, becoming a Platoon Leader at such a young age.

Even in their Special Service Company, this ability must be top‑notch, a prized gem of the unit.

"You wait here a bit; I'll send someone to get you a stick and also fetch two slate tiles."

"Alright, I'll go to the equipment area to train while waiting."

Seeing Lu Yang walk to the pull‑up bar, he started panting while doing pull‑ups.

Squad Leader Chen and the other veteran armed police were finally fully enlightened.

"With this physique and spirit, even on an assembly line tightening screws, they'd produce two more units than others!"

"I always thought Old Lu's stamina was inferior to ours; now I see I was shallow!"

"Talents and masters are everywhere; looks like the Army also hides tigers and dragons!"

This scene was coincidentally witnessed by the Special Service Regiment Commander of the 113th Mobile Division who had come to handle affairs.

On the third‑floor corridor of the company office, the Special Service Regiment Commander pointed toward the equipment area and asked.

"Xiao Feng, that must be the new recruit just assigned to you, right?"

"Looks good, has a certain toughness; send him to our Special Service Regiment, okay?"

Feng Yishan squinted, examined for a moment, and recognized the figure as Lu Yang.

"Sorry, Commander, we can't give you that person."

"Not taking it for free; I'll trade you a new uniform from a platoon for it."

"It's not a matter of swapping; you truly can't take him away."

"Hey, Feng Yishan, you were the one I brought out back then. What happened, becoming a Company Commander, your wings got hard, and you no longer respect the old senior officers?"

Feng Yishan awkwardly rubs his nose: "Regiment Commander, I certainly remember your kindness; but to be frank, not only that soldier, that whole group over there, you can't take them all."

The Regiment Commander frowned: "What do you mean, your detachment commander disagrees?"

Feng Yishan shook his head: "The main thing is these people aren't from our three detachments; they're from the Army, came here to learn, and will go back in a couple of days."

The Regiment Commander: "......"

They looked again and again, couldn't help a smack‑smack: "What a pity, such a fine seedling."

Feng Yishan nodded: "Indeed, a shame. If only they were our People's Armed Police. That kid is the most terrifying talent I've ever seen—a soldier who in fifteen days mastered hard Qi Gong, staff‑and‑shield techniques, joint locks, and learned the Black Dragon Eighteen Hands completely."

"A couple of days ago, sparred a couple of moves with a few Squad Leaders, and they actually could match them?"

The Regiment Commander shifted tone: "The conditions I mentioned earlier, are you really not considering them? A few soldiers can get you a whole regiment's new gear; such a bargain—once you pass this village, the shop's gone."

"I know, you're all eager to get new gear; consider this a timely help."

Even so, this feels a bit like looting a fire, but the new recruits assigned to their regiment this year are of average quality.

If we don't bring in good seedlings from elsewhere to cultivate, how can their regiment's strength improve?

Feng Yishan still politely declined; the Regiment Commander thought he was showing off, intending to gently persuade, when a large army‑green truck rolled slowly toward them from a distance.

Feng Yishan lit a cigarette, smiling broadly: "Regiment Commander, you really don't need to worry about this; we have our own way!"