Chapter 474: A Man Like the Wind

Internal training, one breath!

Ha!

External training, muscles, bones, skin!

Ha!

Fifteen minutes earlier, at a former Army unit's training field.

Bare‑chested figures leapt high, then crashed into the sand pit, landing with gritted teeth and snarling faces.

Then they paired up: one punched and kicked the other, while the other clenched teeth, tensed the body, and resisted hard.

Huang, the Deputy Battalion Commander bearing the rank of major, brandished a teaching rod, hands behind his back, pacing beside the troops, occasionally spurring the lazy soldiers' backsides.

Your fists are soft and limp, playing house?

Move!

Huang pulled a soldier aside and threw a punch at the soldier on the other side who was being hit.

The opponent clutched his stomach, stepped back several paces, his expression in great pain.

Huang said coldly, "Did you see? This is what punching is! What you were doing before, fancy punches and embroidered kicks?"

Pointing at the others, he shouted, "What is the purpose of this intensive training? To achieve breakthroughs in a short time and make greater progress!"

"The training you're experiencing now differs greatly from before; I learned it specially from the Armed Police forces and adapted it to our situation!"

"Don't fear the pain; this is a necessary step in practicing hard Qi Gong. Master it and you can become saintly in flesh, with copper skin and iron bones!"

"Continue!"

The shouts of fists striking flesh kept echoing.

Huang stood at the side, watching, nodding with satisfaction.

The intensive training lasts over half a month; only nine days have passed, yet noticeable results are already evident.

When it fully ends, the superiors will be very pleased to see the results.

"Report, Commander."

"What is it?"

The gate‑guard duty officer jogged over.

"A group has arrived at the gate."

"What are they doing?"

"From the Sea Training Base, after assessment they were assigned here, saying this is their new camp."

"Ignore them, drive them away outright."

"But, wouldn't that be unkind? They're lugging bags like moving house…"

"Can't you understand what I'm saying?"

Huang turned his head and glared at him fiercely.

The duty officer, feeling guilty, saluted, "Yes, I'll chase them away right now."

Huang thought for a moment, worried about a misunderstanding, and called them back: "Wait, go to my office drawer, fetch the documents, and tell them this place was applied for by us first; show them the papers."

"First come, first served; let them go back where they came from. After the training ends, we'll hand the site over to them."

"Yes!"

The duty officer jogged toward the office.

Huang didn't mind, gathered the troops, preparing the next exercise.

He had two wooden sticks brought, then, under everyone's gaze, took two hard blows himself.

Everyone watching gasped, feeling the training wasn't meant for people but to grind them to death.

No wonder in the Military Games, the physical events are always won by Armed Police troops; it's truly ruthless.

"Did you see that?"

"This is the essence of hard Qi Gong!"

"After mastering it, you may not become impervious to blades, but your resistance to blows rises sharply!"

"Why did our 2nd Brigade lose to the 1st in the last melee? Not because of skill or size, but because they were tougher!"

"Rest and adjust, we'll hand out sticks later, get a feel…"

As soon as he finished speaking, his waist radio crackled, the duty officer shouting inside.

"Commander, commander, something's wrong!"

"Those land ducks forced through the checkpoint, forced in; we couldn't stop them, couldn't stop at all…!"

Huang was stunned at first, then saw on the nearby tree‑lined path a man like the wind, backpacked, who sprinted past in a flash.

Two lightly armed gate‑guard soldiers chased after, tongues lolling, but the distance didn't shrink; it grew larger.

Moreover, he saw the guy holding a phone, talking, and even turned his head to glance this way.

The act wasn't harmful but highly insulting, infuriating Huang, who immediately ordered to capture the kid.

"So useless, not a single soldier could stop him; you few go fetch him back!"

"Yes!"

Several bare‑chested soldiers, eyes glowing red, pursued Lu Yang.

Soon, they heard a flood of footsteps behind; turning, they were nearly startled.

They saw thirty‑ to forty‑numbered men with backpacks and luggage, shouting wildly, charging at them, causing several to leap aside in fright.

They watched the band of "bandits" rush, wind‑blown, toward the Shushe lou.

"What the hell, why are they all coming in?"

The panting duty officer ran to the stunned Huang and gasped, "Com— Commander, there are too many of them; we simply cannot stop them…"

Deputy Battalion Commander Huang was furious: "You didn't let them see the execution documents; don't you know first come, first served?"

The duty officer felt wronged: "I showed them the documents, but it was useless; they simply wouldn't listen. What now—should we report to the brigade?"

"Reporting bullshit—this minor issue still has to alarm the brigade; where can we put the face of our Sea Night Tiger Reconnaissance Battalion?"

Deputy Battalion Commander Huang waved his arm, announced the training was suspended, and, brimming with killing intent, led the men toward the dormitory building.

At the same time, Lu Yang kicked open a dormitory door—inside was empty.

He tossed his bag onto the bed, as if staking a claim, then plopped down.

Zhou Kaidong, Liu Ziqiang, Sun Chen, and the others closely followed suit, tossing their luggage onto the bed.

"Damn, this is exhilarating—first time ever crashing a checkpoint, and it's our own!"

"This is our turf to begin with—we can come and go as we please!"

"Yang bro, this isn't what you said!"

"The base's facilities are badly deteriorated—the outdoor AC units are yellowed, far inferior to the Sea Training Base."

"They say the Navy's rich, but this place doesn't look wealthy at all—how's our Iron Foot holding up?"

Facing the complaints, Lu Yang raised his hand in a stop gesture: "Even in a place like this, someone's still trying to muscle in; let's go out together and see what they want."

"All right!"

Everyone there was a veteran—naturally nobody was scared.

Barely assigned here, and this situation came up.

Whether it's a show of force or not, we can't back down.

It's not about eating steamed buns—it's about pride; being chased off our own turf by outsiders would be humiliating; if we can't even handle this, how will we ever make our mark in the Navy?

Thanks to Lu Yang's quick thinking, he led them straight in instead of haggling at the gate.

They dropped their bags, went downstairs, and found a large crowd glaring hostilely, closing in.

"Who's in charge?!"

"Me!"

Ma Qing'an stepped forward first.

Deputy Battalion Commander Huang glanced at him and said, "Have your battalion commander come out to speak with me!"

Gao Feng strode over, eyes blazing: "We just arrived—we don't even know who the battalion commander is. If you're looking for someone, it's me—I led them in."

Huang Honghui gave him a once‑over, selectively ignored him, then fixed his gaze on Lu Yang as he came down the stairs.

He saw clearly that it was this guy who led the charge inside—in other words, he was the one who started it all, causing the situation to spiral out of control.

"You—come here!"

"Sir, hello!"

Lu Yang came over and gave a proper salute.

Huang Honghui looked at him and said, "You can really run—carrying a bag, swapping bags, still freeing a hand to make a call; my two soldiers can't even keep up with you, and they're our battalion's sprint champions."

"Which unit were you with before?"

"My former unit is gone."

"I know—I'm asking what branch you're in."

"Reporting—I'm in the armored corps."