His hand was held about two-fifths of the way up the wooden stick, and the front end of the stick had just left a piece of shiny scalp. Because of the height difference between the two of them, this hit was on the forehead bone.
Think about it, think about it, what happened just now...
Just now, the atmosphere at the scene was already serious and oppressive. Then Instructor Zhang kept using words to provoke Wen Jifei into taking action and humiliating him. The process progressed with a rhythm and degree, making the entire atmosphere of the scene and The emotions continued to pile on.
Then, Zhang Daoan bent down and pulled out the wooden stick from the hand of the plague chicken that fell to the ground, threw it to Han Qingyu who was standing behind him, turned around and said at the same time, "Come".
boom. It hit.
This time, it is certain that the residual source energy in the body has not been used, and the swing range of the arm is not enough to fully exert the force. However, under the influence of the metal block's constantly improving physical fitness, the force of the shot is definitely not small, otherwise it would not be so fast, nor would it be possible. It will be so loud.
Looking down at the stick in his hand, Han Qingyu looked a little embarrassed.
On the other side, Zhang Daoan also tried to recall the whole process, then slowly raised his hand and carefully touched his scalp, hissing, it was a bit swollen.
Of course, after more than ten years of fighting, his body is warmed by Yuan Neng, so he won't be injured.
"So fast? Or am I too relaxed?"
Zhang Daoan raised his head and glanced at Han Qingyu, his eyes cold and somewhat confused.
There was silence.
"keykeykey...cough, cough...kekekekeke..."
A strange laughter that roughly contained various emotions such as "weakness", "depression", "can't help it", "happiness" and other emotions came from the mouth of the plague chicken lying on the ground, breaking the calm of the scene.
Then there was the sound of discussion from Weng Wen on the balcony of the distant building.
"Hit?"
"Yeah, so fast."
"..."
On the training ground, Zhang Daoan said: "Come again."
call.
Han Qingyu took action without using source energy, nor did he hold back too much. Compared with just now, he was at most one level less powerful. He was afraid that if he kept too much, the loopholes would be too obvious.
Zhang Daoan concentrated his mind and dodged it. He thought to himself, "It's okay. It's not too slow."
"Come again."
call.
"Come again."
call.
Probably many people are silently looking forward to winning again, including Wen Jifei and the others, including the veterans on the balcony of the building, and even the two Blue Alliance soldiers standing not far behind Zhang Daoan, because then, today would seem even more ridiculous. ,More fun.
but none……
"Bang." Another moment later, Zhang Daoan reached out and grabbed the stick that had fallen out of Han Qingyu's hand.
Then, a tugging force suddenly erupted from the stick.
Han Qingyu decisively let go.
But almost at the same time, Zhang Daoan's left hand had already grabbed his collar.
Han Qingyu tried his best to move aside.
But it didn't work.
Instead of saying that like in martial arts novels and TV series, Zhang Daoan's hand changed its trajectory midway and even appeared as a ghost, it would be better to put it simply, it was fast, so fast that it was unavoidable.
The fast-moving arm moved horizontally and accurately grabbed Han Qingyu's collar.
Then he pulled and released, and at the same time his left fist bounced back like a powerful telescopic whip...
Bang, Han Qingyu, who had temporarily lost his center of gravity due to being pulled, received a punch on his left shoulder.
Instructor Zhang must have restrained his strength, but he still staggered.
Immediately afterwards, with almost no time to react, "Whew", Chief Instructor Zhang Daoan, who must have been more than 1.9 meters tall, actually raised his right leg and swept across a recruit.
In his hurry and shock, Han Qingyu only had time to cross his arms.
"flutter."
A kick hits the target.
His whole body was swept away and he rolled on the ground several times before stopping.
In the silence once again, Han Qingyu reluctantly got up from the ground, patted the dirt on his body, raised his head, and looked at Instructor Zhang, who had just made a bold move, with some incomprehensible eyes.
Others in 11th Su had the same reaction as him. They were all a little unbelievable: Chief instructor, are you so ungraceful? Retaliate directly on the spot.
"What are you looking at?!" Zhang Daoan suddenly spoke and shouted: "I mean if you hit me, that's the end of the day. Did I say I won't fight back?!"
"...Go back to sleep."
After saying that, Zhang Daoan turned around and left the training ground with a sullen face.
Two soldiers quickly followed.
On the training ground, Han Qingyu shook his handsome arm. If Zhang Daoan is really an enemy today and wants to kill me, and I use source energy, is there any possibility of resistance or escape?
He reviewed the process carefully, and the answer was: no.
…………
at the same time.
Outside the training ground wall, Zhang Daoan, who was already walking on the dark path, suddenly stopped and asked, "What's the name of that recruit?"
"Han Qingyu... was involuntary."
"Well, what about the other one?"
"Wen Jifei. Then there are Yang Qingbai, Liu Shiheng, and 11 Su are all involuntary recruits." The soldier looked at the list with a one-inch photo in his hand and listed the names of all the people who had just been touched.
"Um... do you think I went a little too far just now?" Zhang Daoan asked, then paused and said, "That's enough."
"You guys should go back and rest, you don't have to follow me."
After saying that, he lowered his head and lit a cigarette, and Zhang Daoan walked forward alone along the long path.
The two soldiers stood there and looked at each other. One of them took out a cigarette, handed one to the other, lit it, and then lowered his head and lit one himself. Then, the two of them moved a few steps, leaned into the corner, and started pumping slowly.
"This is your first time meeting Captain Zhang this year, right? Do you think he is weird?" One of them said, "I have been following him for many years... I am a child of the Ninth Army and grew up here."
The other one took the cigarette out of his mouth and said, "Well, he..."
"He became an instructor because he was kicked out by his teammates seven years ago."
"ah?"
"Are you surprised? What's even more surprising is that you must have heard of the team that Instructor Zhang was in before. The Ninth Army's teams were not called numbered teams. There were only a few in total in history. His team was called Red. Eraser."
At this sentence, the look on the other side suddenly became exaggerated, the cigarette in his mouth shook, and the ashes fell.
Because in the nearly 50-year history of the Ninth Army, all the squads that can be called "color and eraser" instead of numbers are almost all the squads that have been recognized as the strongest for a long time in terms of civil service and strength. So far, there are only four.
"Why was instructor Zhang kicked out?" he asked in a low voice.
"My dad told me this when he was still here." The boy from the Ninth Army hesitated and said in a low voice, "Have you ever noticed what Instructor Zhang likes to say most when he curses people?"
"……waste."
"Well, there's more?"
"You're going to kill your teammates."
"Yes, I heard that Instructor Zhang killed his teammates and the captain before. My dad doesn't know the specific situation. Anyway, the result was like this. Instructor Zhang was kicked out, returned to the base, and started training for new recruits. He also changed A person."
"..."
"Some people in the team died, and the old captain was gone. After kicking him, they dispersed soon... The Ninth Army no longer has red erasers." The soldier looked a little emotional, "Probably, Instructor Zhang's comrades who are still alive are no longer there. There are too many, but the remaining people still haven’t forgiven him.”
…………
The next day, Han Qingyu woke up with body aches and some swelling and pain in his arms, but he was fine and did not affect his training.
What he did last night, although it seems to be a coincidence from the follow-up, it still received high publicity and evaluation among veterans. This coincidence is something that not everyone can pull off.
Under such circumstances, will the veterans take a little more care of this new recruit who seems to have a lot of room for growth and promise?
The answer is, no. It might be possible in society, but here, in the Blue Alliance Army, it's absolutely impossible.
Instead of saying that they have a good relationship with a certain recently famous guy, the veterans are more willing to quietly light a cigarette while waiting for the scheduled ambush, pretend to be casual, and mention it to the new team members, who is that? , used to run errands and buy cigarettes for me all day long.
Therefore, Han Qingyu still doesn't know that he is in big trouble.
The recruits also don't know. As for what happened last night, as long as 11 Su doesn't tell them, they won't know about it in a short time, and even if they know it, they won't dare to tell it.
Formation, breakfast, and the recruits entering the mess hall.
A white porcelain bowl has been placed on the table in front of you, but what is in the bowl is not noodles, porridge or steamed buns, but raw beef with blood in it.
