Chapter 482: Old Soldier Door-to-Door Massage, One-on-One Service

Morning, noon, and evening: a ten-kilometer cross-country run each!

Morning and evening: pull-ups, push-ups, sit-ups, wall squats, each one hundred!

Morning and evening: a four-hundred-meter obstacle run and underwater swim, each once!

Requirement: all items must be weighted, not less than twenty kilograms!

Requirement: all items must be finished before meals!

Lu Yang, hands behind his back, loudly announced the training content for the next three months.

As soon as he finished speaking, an uproar broke out below.

Even veterans like Zhou Kaidong and Guo Yongwen, who had seen great storms, were shocked.

Is this training people or livestock?

With this training intensity, won't people be worked to death?

You know, the previous Iron Foot training intensity was at most less than half of this.

Suddenly increased this much; besides a tiny few, most people probably can't keep up.

But at that moment, no one dared to question; the scene of Lu Yang's earlier ruthless strike gave them a great deterrent.

Whether they knew him or not, no one dared to question his authority; after all, who would dare provoke a devil instructor who can KO four people in just a few seconds?

"Addendum: for the next three months, all vacations and outings are cancelled; no weekends, no relaxation, no rest!"

"Do you understand?"

"I understand..."

The soldiers' unwilling response instantly wiped out the previous enthusiasm.

Lu Yang frowned, raised his voice: "Are mosquitoes your relatives? Speak up!"

The soldiers shouted at the top of their lungs: "I understand!"

Lu Yang glanced at his watch: "You have three minutes to go back and get your gear; from now on, we will seize every minute and second to start training—dismissed!"

After announcing the dismissal, the troop immediately scattered; Gao Feng and Ma Qing'an also hurried back, looking back as they walked.

"Is this training load too excessive?"

"It's not just excessive—it's off the charts! Even the division's reconnaissance team never trained this hard!"

"Right, did you see Lu Yang's earlier strike? Every move was vicious and lethal, aimed at vital points—doesn't that resemble Special Operations' style?"

"I was about to say that—I seriously suspect Lu Yang, who disappeared for over two months, went to Special Operations for training, and possibly even earned merit!"

"It must have been a major merit, otherwise there's no way to explain his rank of captain and company commander!"

A few of them, guessing and guessing, were already close to the truth.

But even if they knew, it would be useless; as the training instructor, Lu Yang held absolute initiative.

The previous old unit's new recruit assessment, the training section's arranged assessment content, had been very successfully overhauled by Lu Yang.

After the assessment, those from the training section wanted to win him over, hoping he could offer suggestions on the regiment's training plan, to see if anything could be improved or adjusted.

Having had the training team's instruction, being the chief examiner of the new recruit assessment, gaining some experience from the armed police's further studies, plus the Special Operations training experience during his disappearance of over two months.

Serving as an instructor for the rapid response force's preparation, everything seemed to become reasonable and natural.

Meanwhile, the soldiers returning to the dormitory to gear up were already complaining bitterly before training even began.

"Morning, noon, and evening, ten kilometers each—doesn't this cost people their lives?"

"In our reconnaissance unit before, morning, noon, and evening five kilometers each was already extreme; coming here, it's doubled!"

"Heh, running has always been our motorized infantry's strong suit; even we, who specialize in earning a living with our legs, lack confidence, let alone you!"

"This is truly extreme; at this rate, the body will collapse in two or three days!"

"Who says it isn't?"

"What can be done to refresh, fight fatigue, and quickly replenish the overdrawn body?"

"Ah, you've come to the right person; besides sufficient sleep and proper nutrition, a health supplement is also important—look at me, I often take xx brand's protein powder, amino acids, especially fish oil, which is rich in omega-3."

Taking advantage of the break after packing up and waiting downstairs for training, Wan Baoshan and Kong Long, those two lively characters, started their comedy routine again, seizing the chance to promote health products.

Zhou Kaidong and Ding Tengfei glanced sideways, really not knowing what to say.

These two's little business, truly wherever they go they do it; they won't stop until they make it big, only quitting when the whole pot is taken away.

Because many had previously bought protein powder and brought exam questions at the Sea Training Base, only to find it mismatched; therefore, no matter how hard these two perform, no one wants to buy.

This left the two extremely depressed, even blaming each other during the run.

"Why isn't it working? Not a single customer?"

"It's definitely because you just acted too fake; that expression looks exaggerated."

"Get lost! How can you blame me? It's definitely your stupid idea earlier; now nobody believes it!"

"Hold on, what are we arguing about here? It's pointless. Anyway, it seems people are too smart now; this path won't work, we need to change course."

"What path?"

"Isn't your family running a bathhouse in the Northeast? You surely know how to scrub, massage backs, and give massages, right?"

"What's the use of that?"

"You think? With this training load, afterward there'll surely be sore backs, waist pain, leg cramps—this is just asking for work!"

"Holy crap, old soldier massage!"

"Wrong, it's old soldier door-to-door massage, one-on-one service; all kinds of requests can be met, and if the other party has special needs, black silk can be worn."

"I'm already numb!"

Kong Long blurted out a phrase that was very much in the style of Liu Haizhu's national essence.

"I'm big and burly, all muscle; you want me to wear black silk—how come you're not wearing it?"

"What, what black silk, where does the black silk come from?"

QiDelong up ahead, as if he'd just found a keyword, instantly excitedly turned his head, shamelessly stretching his neck and head, smiling like a pug.

Kong Long clenched fists as big as sandbags, his eyes bulging like copper bells: "Damn, I'm wearing black silk, I'll give you a free massage—you want it?"

QiDelong's smile vanished in an instant: "Um... then I choose to die."

Kong Long shoved Wan Baoshan: "Did you hear? He chose to die, always coming up with bad ideas!"

"Kong Long, Wan Baoshan, QiDelong, you three are chatting so energetically—do you need to move your mouths while running, huh?"

"Ten squats in place—right now!"

Lu Yang's cold voice came from behind; Kong Long and the other two felt their hearts tighten, and they hurriedly stepped out of the line to do squats.

QiDelong hurriedly followed behind to do them, feeling stifled inside—if he'd known, he wouldn't have joined in.

"As they say, lust brings a blade—if those two hadn't just been talking about black silk, he wouldn't have gotten into trouble."

Ten squats may not seem many, but inserted into a ten‑kilometer weighted run, they're still enough to make one gasp.

Especially Wan Baoshan, whose stamina is already a notch below the others; after the squats his vision blacked out, his head swam, and he nearly collapsed back into a sitting position from cerebral hypoperfusion.

Fortunately, Lu Yang grabbed his collar at the crucial moment, hauled him up, and gave him a shove forward.

"Hurry up, hurry up—keep up, keep up!"

"After the ten‑kilometer run, there are still other events!"

"If you want to hit the sack on time and sleep on schedule, make your moves snappy!"