Chapter 385: For honor, you must take down Lu Yang!

What are we comparing?

Lu Yang turned his head and asked, instantly stirring up a splash.

Let's compare shooting; I, the king of gun kings, will compete with you!

Let's compare freehand rock climbing; I've earned the nickname Long-armed Ape!

Let's compare push-ups, single-hand push-ups!

Let's compare theory exercises; I'll write you to death!

Huh?

Lu Yang paused, pointing at that soldier: "Let's just compare this; this is good—I'm worst at theory!"

Xiong Yao coughed, cutting him off: "What a fuss, why all the noise? I have a suggestion: let's directly compare combat."

Zheng Chengfeng asked: "How does the combat work?"

Xiong Yao turned and pointed at the small hill rising behind the range: "Do you see that red little flag on the summit? If you can pull it down, you win."

Just that simple?

Of course it's not that simple.

Xiong Yao explained to Lu Yang: "During the process, the Zhencha Daitui will encircle you; what you need to do is, under their encirclement, successfully break through, reach the summit, and pull down that flag."

Lu Yang frowned: "You won't deploy an entire company, will you?"

Xiong Yao sneered: "Dealing with you doesn't require that many; three people are enough."

He looked at Zheng Chengfeng: "If you win, you can take these three people with you, or pick three new ones; if you lose, leave the people here, and afterwards keep your mouths shut!"

Zheng Chengfeng was still hesitating whether to agree, but Lu Yang had already nodded first.

That's it, you agreed?

Yeah, I have confidence in myself.

Zheng Chengfeng also wasn't lacking confidence in Lu Yang.

Mainly, the combat exercise is something grassroots units hardly ever train for.

Ordinary soldiers' daily routine is physical training, drill, and related professional military skills.

But combat exercises are subjects only for specialized reconnaissance units, or even special operations units.

More importantly, this is their turf; flag‑capture combat training like this definitely isn't their first time.

In other words, Lu Yang is unfamiliar with everything here, while the other side, being on home turf, knows the way even with eyes closed.

Xiong Yao feared Zheng Chengfeng might back out, so he immediately had someone fetch the professional combat equipment—namely the smoke generators used in drills and laser‑guided firearms.

Coincidentally, Yang Yong was roused by the menthol oil, dazedly learning that he had been ambushed by Lu Yang and lost the second match, causing the match to go into overtime.

Sorry, Chief of Staff, I was careless.

Never mind, it's not your fault.

Facing the apologetic Yang Yong, Xiong Yao waved his hand.

Anyone in that situation would be taken in.

Who would think a normal person could have their arm dislocated by an opponent during a friendly sparring match?

What's more, Xiong Yao himself had been taken in earlier, and it was he who ordered Yang Yong to release the person; the only blame is that this kid Lu Yang is too cunning, too good at playing with people's minds.

For the final match, you decide who goes up.

The division commander and I have only one demand: we must win.

Yang Yong nodded: "Understood, this is our home turf; we can figure out the mountain situation even with our eyes closed."

Xiong Yao grunted: "Hurry up and pick the people."

Okay.

Yang Yong gathered the troops beside him and began selecting the participants for the upcoming combat.

Every soldier was eager to give it a try, wanting to contribute and regain face.

Yang Yong also took combat configuration into account, thought it over carefully, and made a decision.

First, he chose Squad Leader Niu.

Although he had previously lost to Lu Yang in the 400‑meter obstacle course.

But he is indeed the fastest and most agile in the Zhencha Daitui.

Squad Leader Niu snorted two puffs of hot air from his nose: "Battalion Commander, I will surely avenge my previous shame; later I'll twist that brat's head off!"

Yang Yong nodded, then considered the second pick; ultimately he chose a deputy company commander from the Sniper Company, who is also an old rival of Lu Yang.

Last year, at the division martial competition, he still served as reconnaissance platoon leader and, in the precision shooting event, utterly crushed Lu Yang, taking first place.

Yang Yong said: "Old Zhang, you're our best shot; later I'll give you an observer, and hopefully you'll blast him with a single shot right at the start."

Deputy Company Commander Zhang nodded firmly: "Don't worry, Battalion Commander; this brat is just my defeated opponent in the martial matches—indeed, if we had compared shooting in the second match, he would have lost long ago."

Yang Yong's expression was quite awkward.

Had anyone known Lu Yang was capable of all this, they would certainly not have chosen to fight him in hand‑to‑hand combat.

Through-the-back Fist, with its extended reach, inherently increases attack distance.

Black Dragon Eighteen Hands is vicious and deadly, each move lethal, earning it the title of a forbidden technique of the armed police.

As for hard qigong, needless to say, if you don't hit a vital spot, you can't even budge it.

This is merely a friendly exchange; Yang Yong couldn't possibly go for a killing blow against Lu Yang, which greatly limits his performance.

Moreover, this kid is full of tricks, even managing to work military strategy into the fight, firmly grasping the psychology of him and the chief of staff.

Although Lu Yang won the second bout somewhat fluke‑ish, with a bit of luck involved; but Yang Yong is an upright man—losing is losing, no need to explain, and being able to out‑trick him is also a skill.

The third one, let me think...

Yang Yong's gaze swept over the faces filled with righteous indignation before him.

Everyone was volunteering, each wanting to give Lu Yang a brutal beating in the upcoming fight.

Soldiers never truly submit to anyone, let alone a guy who shows up to cause trouble.

Even though everyone now knows Lu Yang has skills, and no one looks down on him anymore, the Zhencha Daitui's bottom line absolutely cannot tolerate anyone trampling on it.

"It's you."

"Me?"

Lan Li pointed at himself, stunned.

Yang Yong slapped his shoulder and nodded firmly: "Right, you go up!"

Lan Li: "But I'm not the strongest?"

Yang Yong: "You're not the strongest, but you're the best. They told me about what happened earlier; I know you didn't mean to say those words, but for the Zhencha Daitui you still stepped forward."

"Although what you said was harsher and harsher, your mouth was like poisoned, but this is the first time you've acted for the group."

"You've been wanting to fight him, haven't you? Now is the best chance."

"Don't panic, Lu Yang may be stronger in a single event, but in overall combat he might not be your match, and besides you have teammates."

Lan Li looked back; Squad Leader Niu patted his chest, while Deputy Company Commander Zhang lightly lifted his chin toward the tower.

Although his face showed no change, he inwardly felt something he had never felt before.

Yang Yong patted his shoulder and earnestly urged: "Lan Li, this time is not much different from any abnormal battles you've experienced before; you must win, you must take down Lu Yang, only then can we regain the honor of our Zhencha Daitui."

"Do you see that flag? That is the honor of the Zhencha Daitui, the dignity of all our soldiers, and also what you must defend!"

Lan Li turned his head, then nodded heavily: "Yes, Commander, I will give it my all!"