Chapter 76: Miraculous New Skill (Please Collect and Recommend)

Green-painted train.

Qi Hui, dressed in a green military uniform, sat by the window, silently gazing outside.

In his ears, the clamor of young men; a full military train of new recruits, each in their prime, wearing red flowers on their chests.

Compared to them, Qi Hui felt like an old thing.

At first, he and Lao Ling took a first-class flight, comfortably arriving in Su Province.

But after meeting the crew, they were changed into military uniforms, their personal luggage confiscated, and they were directly dumped onto the military train, becoming members of the new recruits.

This was truly treating him as a new recruit for training.

Lao Ling was the same; before parting, he looked gloomy and told Qi Hui that if he had known it would be so strict, he wouldn't have come.

But now there was no going back; if he really insisted on returning, he would be a deserter.

In the entertainment industry, Qi Hui remembered that the one who truly was a deserter was that Nie Yuan.

He played Zhao Yun in the new version of the Three Kingdoms, and also played Eunuch Zhao in "The Assassin's Blade".

That was the one, the even-more-ridiculous Zhao Jingzhong.

Beside him, new recruits constantly cast curious glances at Qi Hui.

Qi Hui was different from them; he had no red flower on his chest, and was slightly older.

Compared to Qi Hui, they were the ones who were truly innocent and foolish.

After all, these were all youths around twenty years old.

However, they dared not act rashly, as a veteran soldier thought with a blank expression.

The military train sped along; before long, it arrived at the station. Qi Hui followed the new recruits in formation, boarded a bus, and finally the bus brought the many new recruits to a camp.

The veteran welcomed them, took attendance, assigned classes, and they entered the barracks according to their formation.

By the time everything was settled, the sky had turned dark.

The newly met squad leader, kind and amiable, led everyone to the canteen to eat noodles.

Dumplings upon boarding, noodles upon alighting; this was the custom.

If it were new recruits joining a company... after eating the welcome noodles and experiencing the old squad leader's care, tonight would be midnight terror on guard duty plus a wild five-kilometer run.

Of course, new recruits just entering the military camp did not yet have these programs.

The next day, after the new recruit mobilization meeting concluded, training officially began.

"From today on, I am your squad leader!" A burly, dark-skinned man shouted with a stern face: "We met yesterday; today I will introduce myself again. My name is Yan Pengze."

"During training, I will teach you to the best of my ability, but anyone who dares to slack off or fail to complete the training, don't blame me for being harsh... I'm talking to you! What are you looking around for?!"

"Do you want to be promoted right now?!"

Thunderous roars continued to explode in the ears of Qi Hui and the others.

Everyone fell silent as if frozen, their faces pale, unable to understand why the squad leader who had been kind and amiable yesterday was now so ferocious.

Add to that the finger-sized scar on his face, and a terrifying aura instantly swept over them.

Ding~

【Host has contacted Special Forces soldier Yan Pengze. You have obtained two lottery chances. Do you wish to draw now?】

Special Forces... Qi Hui was startled first, then even more shocked.

To obtain two chances at once; this was the first time such a situation had occurred.

"Draw!" Qi Hui immediately thought silently; he wanted to see what skill could be drawn from this Special Forces soldier.

【Congratulations, Host. You have obtained the skills: Killing Intent, Artillery Proficiency (medium and small calibers under 122mm).】

Hiss... Qi Hui sucked in a cold breath. Why could Artillery Proficiency and Killing Intent appear on the same person?

Had he once executed enemies like the British?

No... damn? Did he really kill people?!

Qi Hui was truly shocked this time.

He knew the military was full of hidden talents, but this was too much hidden talent.

"I know you have various different identities," the dark-faced squad leader roared. "But here, there is only one identity: New Recruit!"

"Anyone who dares disobey orders again, don't blame me for being harsh!"

Saying this, he glared viciously at Qi Hui.

Qi Hui's face changed; he felt as if facing a wild beast or a fierce tiger, as if that thing would pounce and tear him apart at any moment.

He instinctively averted his gaze, but saw another person with a pale face, slightly older than him.

Ostrich... no, was it the actor Bai Zhenhua or Deng Zhenhua... no, that seems to be the character's name.

Anyway, like Qi Hui, he was an actor.

The one who was just scolded seemed to be him.

"Now, everyone listen to orders, turn right!" the dark-faced squad leader roared: "Three-kilometer run, begin!"

At the command, no new recruit dared hesitate again; they immediately turned and started running, swarming towards the distance.

The dark-faced squad leader flashed forward several times to lead the formation at the front, while a deputy squad leader watched from the rear.

It wasn't just Qi Hui's squad; other squads were running wildly too.

Next came standing in military posture, formation and marching drills; even the noon break was not allowed to stop, as they learned interior arrangement.

After the noon break ended, there was physical training.

After a whole day, Qi Hui already felt his muscles beginning to ache.

He worked out frequently and considered his physical endurance not bad, but even he could hardly withstand this level of training.

When dinner was served, Qi Hui, starving, began to stuff himself after the command to eat was given.

He remembered when he first entered the construction site; at that time, he was much like now, starting to eat fiercely as soon as mealtime arrived.

In the morning, steamed buns and dumplings were devoured in force; at noon, fast food and chicken legs were stuffed in ruthlessly.

At night, a few skewers and some beer were added to reward oneself for a hard day's work.

By midnight, two more packs of instant noodles were added for oneself.

Eating this way was unavoidable; as a newcomer, everyone would order you around, working yourself to death.

In less than half a year, the abdominal muscles were gone, and a belly had begun to take shape.

Recalling all this, Qi Hui slowed his eating speed; he could not let his abdominal muscles disappear again.

At the dining table, the kind and approachable squad leader was back, constantly serving meat to the new recruits, urging everyone to eat more so they wouldn't go hungry, and even personally helping to add rice.

Compared to the black-faced squad leader from daytime who was almost ready to kill, they could not be said to be exactly the same, but at least they could be said to be vastly different.

"Damn it... who trains people like this..." On the way back to the dormitory, someone muttered quietly; Qi Hui glanced over and found it was that actor, the one who played the ostrich.

"Don't worry, tomorrow it won't be like this; today was just a show of force."

Someone stated with certainty, seeming to know very well.

In the company headquarters, several squad leaders and the political instructor gathered together.

Smoking while chatting.

"How were those actors today?" the political instructor asked.

"Not bad," Yan Heilian said with a smile: "One in my squad is quite good; physical fitness and military posture are above average, and he is very obedient to orders."

"But one was not up to par; the habits from outside are too strong, so I gave him a scolding."

"I have one over there who is about the same; I scolded him."

"Didn't they say there were members from our Military Region Art Troupe? Why don't they show any sign of being from the Art Troupe?"

"One even talked back to me; I almost beat him up."

"Same here!"

The group spoke in a chaotic mix of voices.

Black-faced Old Yan muttered: "What do you think the higher-ups are thinking? Why throw actors into the army? Isn't this just messing around?"

The political instructor looked at him and said patiently: "Old Yan, don't always be so violent; sometimes struggle, though it doesn't draw blood, is still cruel."

"If we do not occupy the position of public opinion, someone else will occupy it."

"This is also a manifestation of combat effectiveness."

Black-faced Old Yan rolled his eyes: "You are in charge of political work; I cannot argue with you."

"Then shall we practice?" the political instructor asked with a half-smile; he knew a little martial arts.

"Uh... better not," Black-faced Old Yan surrendered instantly and immediately said: "You already know my physical condition."

The political instructor fell silent for a moment, handed him a cigarette, and lit it for him.