Chapter 440: Which warrior can withstand such a test?

"Big brother, you stepped on my foot!"

"I just told you to put your hand on my shoulder, but you keep scratching me—what are you doing?"

"You haven't learned hand signals? Touching the chest means there's a woman inside, gripping the neck means a hostage, touching the eyes means there's a sniper!"

"That's enough, it's like bringing along an oil bottle—you don't understand anything, you can't do anything..."

Facing the collective complaints of the three team members, Lu Yang was honest like a rookie.

This was the first time since he enlisted that he messed up in training, drawing ridicule.

But this can't be blamed on him; VBSS tactics require extremely precise coordination between comrades.

Every step, every movement, even a glance, requires reading what the other person is thinking.

And Lu Yang had just joined; he didn't even know what those three were called, let alone see their faces under the camouflage clearly, so naturally he couldn't achieve perfect coordination.

So even though he was assigned the "standby and guard" role at the rear of the team, he still easily messed up the rhythm and made mistakes.

Fortunately, Bai Yuan reminded him from the side, and Lu Yang promptly adjusted his state, allowing him to find the coordination rhythm in the subsequent simulated drills.

After a little over two hours, Lu Yang could already understand most hand signals, keep up with the team, and cooperate to achieve the elimination of the target.

Such a pace of progress left the three feeling astonished.

When they first encountered this training, they had to practice for a full week to reach a similar effect, gradually getting used to the rhythm.

Bear in mind, it's been less than three hours since they first met; such talent is truly astonishing.

"Take a break!"

Bai Yuan had everyone rest, but Lu Yang remained eager, unwilling to stop.

He had less than half a day left, and such a special training ground was only available to the Jiaolong unit.

He couldn't take back the guns, the venue, or the equipment, but he had to take away these advanced combat techniques.

Navy VBSS combat techniques and Army CQB share many similarities; if one can master and apply them skillfully, they will gain a greater advantage in future drills or real combat.

Previously, Lu Yang fought Kui Lang in a stone house; if he had learned these things, he wouldn't have ended up in such a sorry state.

It's precisely because he suffered from this lack of knowledge, knowing how valuable this training is, that he refuses to waste even a moment of learning opportunity.

"They're completely obsessed."

The three took off their tactical helmets, shook sweat from their foreheads, took a sip of water, and rested briefly.

Looking back, they saw Lu Yang holding his gun, still there gesturing as he reviewed the previous training.

"If you don't go crazy, you won't survive; this kid really has a drive to dig deep."

"Although there are still flaws in the tactical coordination, his marksmanship is flawless."

"How about this: later I'll go around to the back, let him take the front, and see if he can handle the assault position? With such great marksmanship, it's a waste to have him on standby guard in the rear."

Bai Yuan knows very well how arrogant these three are; for them to change their opinion and give even a certain acknowledgment in just three hours is no easy feat.

Even Lao Mao, when he came for this training, would often be picked on and mocked by this trio.

Now they not only don't reject Lu Yang, but actively suggest letting him try other positions.

This shows they greatly acknowledge Lu Yang's talent and effort.

Bai Yuan stepped forward and said to Lu Yang, "We previously practiced single-side door environments, which are relatively simple; later we'll go upstairs to try a room with a center-opening door."

Lu Yang wondered: "What's the difference?"

Bai Yuan: "A single-side door is flush against the wall, with only one blind spot; a room with a center-opening door has blind spots on both left and right sides."

Lu Yang grasped it instantly; more blind spots mean double the danger, so combat formations and tactics need to be adjusted.

Moreover, Bai Yuan told him that when encountering danger, staying in a blind spot is actually safer.

Indeed, some things can't be learned from books alone; as the saying goes, knowledge from paper is shallow, and true understanding comes from practice.

But just as Lu Yang eagerly followed them upstairs to the kitchen, attempting to shift from the rear "standby" position to the front-line "assaultman" role, an untimely voice interrupted them.

"Stop stop stop!"

Everyone stopped their actions and turned their heads toward the stairwell entrance.

Only saw Chief of Staff Zhao Haishen, with a stern face, walk up to Bai Yuan and coldly question.

"Who let him come? Who gave him permission to be here?"

"I brought him here."

"Has it been approved? Is he one of us? This is the Jiaolong unit's core classified area—is this a place he can come to? And you even had him fully armed?"

Lu Yang felt a bit embarrassed glancing at the other three, but they were completely unfazed.

Bai Yuan patiently explained: "He saved one of our people in a previous mission; it's just repaying a favor."

Zhao Haishen flared up: "Just because it's a favor doesn't mean you can bring him here—there are plenty of other ways to repay a favor! Immediately, cease all training; no outsiders allowed inside!"

"You!"

"Come?"

Lu Yang responded with a sound.

Zhao Haishen pointed at him: "Put down your gun, take off your gear, and follow me!"

Lu Yang looked at Bai Yuan, who also felt helpless, and told him to comply.

This place certainly isn't his to decide; secretly bringing someone in is, strictly speaking, a violation.

Lu Yang didn't want to cause trouble for Bai Yuan and the others, so he could only reluctantly leave all the weapons and equipment behind, following Zhao Haishen away with reluctance.

As soon as they stepped downstairs, the three gathered beside Bai Yuan and lowered their voices.

"Actually, Zhao Haishen arrived over half an hour ago and has been peeking from the side; I just saw him when I went to the restroom."

"Then why did he wait so long to show up? What's he after?"

"Who knows? I heard he was just dealt with by the regiment commander, so he's probably still pissed off and looking for trouble here."

Bai Yuan walked to the window, narrowed his eyes, and watched Zhao Haishen leading Lu Yang down the ship's ladder.

He naturally knew what kind of person Zhao Haishen was, and also knew what he wanted to do.

To achieve his goal, Zhao Haishen would stop at nothing; he was definitely laying a plot against Lu Yang.

Even though he knew, he wouldn't stop it, because he himself had been tricked onto the pirate ship in the same way; therefore, he was glad to see a second person fall for the scam.

On the way back, Zhao Haishen didn't say a word.

Lu Yang also didn't speak, but he felt ten thousand kinds of displeasure inside.

After great effort, through repeated training he found a hint of feeling, and a hint of teamwork coordination.

The attack in the open-door setting hadn't even started, the assault position hadn't been tried, yet it was abruptly forced to end, leaving him deeply unwilling.

This feeling is just like when the Regiment Commander is in the heat of battle, about to push the crystal, then your mom runs over and turns off the computer, forcing you to do homework.

Zhao Haishen drove and sent the person to the Shushe lou; Lu Yang got out and slammed the car door shut, returning to the dorm with a grim face, and in his heart he flipped the middle finger at that guy.

Just then, Lao Mao had finished giving psychological counseling to Tu Hongwei and the others, and walked out of the building.

Upon seeing him face-on, he greeted him, but Lu Yang paid no attention.

"Chief of Staff, have you talked with Lu Yang?"

"No."

"Then why does he look like someone who's owed money, with a sullen face?"

"Hehe."

Zhao Haishen stroked his nonexistent beard, looking like an old schemer: "Because I was anticipating his good deed, I forcibly brought him back from the shipyard."

Lao Mao scratched his head, really not understanding what it meant.

Zhao Haishen couldn't be bothered to explain further to his blockhead; he only reminded him: "I just got news that the time to pick him up from there has been delayed; maybe we still need a few more days."

"During these days, you need to do one thing for me."

"What?"

"Ignore him."

"Ah?"

Lao Mao didn't understand: "Shouldn't we go talk to him?"

Zhao Haishen shook his head: "There's no need for that; I want to wear down his arrogance. Rather than us going to find him, it's better to let him figure it out himself and come to us willingly."

Lao Mao: "Will this work?"

Zhao Haishen: "You don't understand; a person is a product of their environment. The more you ignore and overlook him, the more he hopes to gain recognition and attention."

"These days, besides eating, he is not allowed to leave the Shushe lou; it's best also not to let Xu Ce, Tu Hongwei and the others have too much contact with him."

"It's like taming a hawk; I'll forcibly straighten his thinking to our side, so he'll willingly stay."

Lao Mao seemed to understand: "I get it; this is like dating— the more wholeheartedly you treat someone well, the less they cherish it; the more hot-and-cold you are, stringing them along and neglecting them, the more it can make them devoted."

Zhao Haishen revealed a smile that said he was teachable.

"Lao Zheng, Lao Zheng!"

Inside the office building of the Sea Training Base.

Xiong Yao burst into an office from outside, full of vigor.

In the office, Zheng Chengfeng was receiving two comrades from the Theater Command Headquarters; fortunately, the talk ended and they were also preparing to leave.

After Zheng Chengfeng saw them off, he furrowed his brows at his old classmate: "You're this old, why are you so careless? What's the matter?"

Xiong Yao anxiously said: "What do you mean by sending me that message? We agreed to pick up Lu Yang this afternoon; why did you change your mind?"

"You don't know Lu Yang just made a merit; in people's eyes he's a delicious morsel. Putting him in the Jiaolong is like throwing a sheep into a wolf's den."

"Hurry up, come with me for a trip, I'll drive; let's first go pick him up and then talk, later we'll discuss how to arrange things."

Zheng Chengfeng brushed away his grabbing hand and soothed: "What's the rush? Can't you wait a bit longer?"

"Wait?" Xiong Yao blazed with anxiety: "You don't know what kind of person Zhao Haishen is—he's the type who eats people and doesn't spit out the bones, a belly full of bad water! With threats and lures, there's nothing he won't do."

"What if they promised some benefits, brought out good equipment to tempt with uniforms—what then?"

"Hmm?"

Zheng Chengfeng froze.

Xiong Yao quickly spat twice: "Pah pah, it's the combat uniform and combat equipment temptation; how good the Jiaolong's gear is, others may not know, but we couldn't not know? It's all like smashing a mountain of gold to get it— the whole southern theater can't find a unit as extravagant."

"High wages, high benefits; or, promise him a minor official position, give him some post."

"Lu Yang is ultimately just a youngster who can't resist temptation; even we old cadres have weak spots, how could he withstand such a test?"

Zheng Chengfeng waved his hand, indicating him to sit, then picked up his tea and took a sip: "You said all that, I know it; I'm doing this for my own purpose."

Xiong Yao was puzzled: "What purpose?"

Zheng Chengfeng explained: "The higher the price they set over there, the more resources and better treatment he can get when he comes back; although I could give these directly, it's really hard to convince everyone."

"How high is the value of the Jiaolong's recognition and promises? No need for me to say more. Whatever they give over there, I can match here, and no one will gossip."

"But what if that kid can't resist the temptation and falls? Wouldn't that be losing the wife and losing the troops?"

"It won't happen."

"You really are that confident?"

"If he were chasing personal fame and profit, full of glory, he should have gladly accepted those benefits back then, stayed in your Zhencha Daitui, instead of coming to the Navy to start from scratch."

"......"

Xiong Yao pondered carefully, feeling that this was roughly the reasoning.

Looking at Zheng Chengfeng's confident bearing, he asked again.

"Then why must we delay a few days?"

"In a few days, that honor will be due; I plan to go over and kick that Zhao's ass twice, and also see if I can scoop some substantive benefits from the Houyi Hou Daitui."

Zheng Chengfeng curled the corner of his mouth into a smile: "Lu Yang, he's my chip; I want to try using him to try a small-for-big gamble, to achieve a total victory!"