Qin Yuan sneered and threw the file bag in his hand on the table. His voice was low but oppressive: "Zhang Chu, you really can't see yourself clearly. I asked you to come not to discuss training results with you, but because of your performance today, I have to wonder if you know why you are standing here."

Zhang Chu was stunned for a moment, raised his head, and there was a hint of confusion in his eyes.

Qin Yuan stood up, walked around the desk, walked to Zhang Chu, staring at him with a deep look: "You are always anxious to chase others, and always thinking about using speed and strength to prove that you are strong. But Zhang Chu, listen well - on the battlefield, speed and strength will never equal victory."

Zhang Chu was stunned and opened his mouth. Just as he was about to refute, Qin Yuan waved his hand to stop him: "Don't rush to refute. You have strength and speed, but what you lack is calmness and discipline. These two things are the real survival foundation of a soldier."

Speaking of this, Qin Yuan's tone eased a little. He stared into Zhang Chu's eyes and said in a deep voice: "Do you know how your father Zhang Guoqiang died?"

Hearing the name "Zhang Guoqiang", Zhang Chu's pupils instantly contracted, and his whole body felt as if he was struck by lightning. He stared at Qin Yuan tightly, his lips trembled slightly: "Instructor... have you checked me?"

Qin Yuan sneered: "After you are a martyr, the files are here." He pointed to the file bag on the table, "Your father is a drug-anti-drug hero on the southeast border. He died in an anti-drug lord raid. But do you know why he died? It's not because he is not strong enough, but because he gave up his chance to survive in order to cover his comrades. He practiced what discipline and team spirit are with his life."

Zhang Chu gritted his teeth, his eyes became complicated, and his hands slowly clenched into fists. His chest was fluctuating, as if he was suppressing some emotions.

Qin Yuan's voice continued to be low and powerful: "Zhang Chu, your father's sacrifice is worth it, because he knew that on the battlefield, a person's life and death are never to prove his strength, but to complete his tasks and protect his comrades. He sacrificed himself for the survival of the team, which is the true value of a soldier."

Zhang Chu's Adam's apple moved, and his mouth seemed to be blocked by something, and he couldn't say a word. His eyes were faintly red, but he lowered his head tightly to prevent his emotions from leaking out.

Qin Yuan stared at him, his tone became even colder: "And what about you? What are you doing? You are eager to prove yourself and chase others, but you completely forgot about discipline and team. Today's training has indeed ended, but if this is on the battlefield, your body has collapsed. Not only can you not survive by yourself, but you may also implicate the entire team. This is the consequence of your eagerness for quick success and instant benefits."

Zhang Chu's breathing became more and more rapid, and his fingers were almost embedded in his palm. After a long time, he raised his head, with a hint of struggle and guilt in his eyes: "Instructor... I just want to become stronger, I want to catch up with them, and I want to prove that I can do it...I..."

"You want to prove that you are very strong, I know." Qin Yuan's tone became a little colder, "But Zhang Chu, the premise of being strong is to be alive. Without discipline, it is reckless; without calm speed, it is suicide. There is no need for brainless heroism on the battlefield. Remember, if you want to become stronger, you should first learn to stabilize your heart."

When Zhang Chu heard this, he felt as if he was being shaken. He lowered his head, was silent for a long time, and said hoarsely: "Instructor, I understand..."

Qin Yuan's gaze eased a little. After he sat back to his desk, he said in a deep voice: "I have not denied your ability, nor have I denied your efforts. But you must remember that as a soldier, you are first part of the team, and secondly yourself. Don't exchange your recklessness for proof of non-existence."

Zhang Chu took a deep breath, raised his head and greeted a standard military salute, with a loud voice: "Yes, instructor! I will definitely change it!"

Qin Yuan looked at him and nodded slightly: "Very good. From tomorrow, I will personally stare at your training. If you want to chase the team, chase it in the right way. Also, don't let me see you as impulsive as today, otherwise, I will not give you any more chances."

Zhang Chu nodded, saluted hard, and turned around and left the office. He walked in the dark corridor, and Qin Yuan's words kept echoing in his mind - "Speedness and strength do not equal victory, calmness and discipline are the foundation of survival."

The morning sun shines on the training ground, and a solemn atmosphere is filled with the air. The recruits have begun their own basic training, while Zhang Chu stood in the center of the fighting field, moving his wrists and shoulders, with a relaxed expression with a hint of disdain.

"Barehand fighting? Yue Ming, I think you are a little famous in this regard, but..." Zhang Chu smiled, with a hint of provocation in his tone, "Be careful that I will be too heavy to make you unable to stand up later."

Yue Ming stood opposite him, tightening his fists expressionlessly, his eyes as calm as a pool of deep water. He did not respond to Zhang Chu's provocation, but just raised his head and looked at Qin Yuan standing beside him.

Qin Yuan hugged his hands in front of his chest and said coldly: "Okay, stop talking nonsense. Today's confrontation is a special training for Zhang Chu. The key is not who wins or who loses, but who makes him understand what a real battle is. Let's start."

Zhang Chu grinned, moved his neck and started fighting. His movements were clean and neat, with a low center of gravity, and he looked like he had rich practical experience.

Yue Ming was still standing calmly, not in a hurry to attack, but just adjusted his position slightly. The two confronted each other for a few seconds, and Zhang Chu took the lead in launching the attack.

He quickly stepped forward, and a sharp lower leg swept straight towards Yue Ming's calves, with a tricky angle and full of strength. Yue Ming's eyes moved, but did not dodge, but quickly raised his foot, blocked it with his foot arch, then turned around and elbowed him straight into Zhang Chu's chest.

Zhang Chu didn't expect Yue Ming to react so quickly, so he could only use his forearm to block the attack. The huge impact force made him take a step back, and his chest felt slightly numb.

"It's interesting." Zhang Chu said in a low voice, but the smile on the corner of his mouth became stronger. He adjusted his breathing and launched another attack. This time, he chose a more fierce combo combination - a straight punch approaching Yue Ming's face, and then quickly turned into an uppercut, and kicked the leg sideways in an attempt to suppress the opponent in one fell swoop.

However, Yue Ming was still calm. His movements were clean and neat. First, he avoided the straight punch sideways, and then gently pushed Zhang Chu's uppercut with his elbow, and the fierce side kick was accurately resolved by him with a quick downward leg. Then, he turned his body and grabbed Zhang Chu's wrist with his backhand. A smooth grasping action directly controlled Zhang Chu's center of gravity.

Zhang Chu's face changed, and he felt that his movements were completely suppressed. He tried to break free, but found that Yue Ming's strength and skills were invincible. His body was firmly controlled and he could hardly move.

"Let go!" Zhang Chu roared, turned his body hard, barely got rid of Yue Ming's control, and took a few steps back. His face was full of surprise. Although he tried to hide it, he could not deny his inner shock.

Yue Ming, opposite, still stood straight, with no slight smugness on his face, just said lightly: "Zhang Chu, you are too anxious."

Zhang Chu pursed his lips and suppressed his dissatisfaction: "I'm anxious? I just tried to test it just now, don't be too proud."

After saying that, he adjusted his breathing again and rushed up quickly. This time, his attack was even more fierce, his footwork was faster, and his fists and feet were coherent and fierce. However, Yue Ming's defense was not leaking. Every time he could accurately resolve Zhang Chu's offensive, and he counterattacked from time to time, using technical movements with little force that made Zhang Chu fall into a passive again and again.

After the confrontation lasted for a few minutes, Zhang Chu's physical strength began to drop significantly. His movements gradually became stiff and his punching speed slowed down, but Yue Ming was still at ease, as if he was not affected at all.

In the end, Yue Ming grabbed Zhang Chu's flaw and knocked him to the ground with a beautiful sweeping leg. Zhang Chu fell heavily to the ground, panting, his face full of sweat.

"Zhang Chu, stop." Qin Yuan's voice sounded aside, breaking the silence on the field coldly.

Zhang Chu gritted his teeth and got up from the ground, his eyes full of reluctance: "Instructor, I'm just tired! If you have another game, I will definitely beat him!"

Qin Yuan walked up to him and looked at him with a low tone, his tone was low but with a hint of coldness: "Win him? Zhang Chu, you don't even have the qualification to 'know combat' now, so why are you talking about winning?"

Zhang Chu was choked by this sentence and his face became even more ugly. He clenched his fists, his chest fluctuated violently, but he couldn't say a word.

Qin Yuan narrowed his eyes slightly, pointed to the sandbags and obstacles on the ground, and said coldly: "You have speed and strength, but your fighting style is all alone and lacks tactical awareness. You have too many ideas for punching, but you don't have any practical rhythm and strategy. Yue Ming can suppress you not because he is better than you, but because he is calmer than you and knows how to use tactical advantages than you."

Zhang Chu's fingers trembled slightly. He knew that Qin Yuan was right, but he couldn't accept such a blow.

Qin Yuan continued: "Zhang Chu, on the battlefield, do you think the enemy will fight you one-on-one? Do you think a battle is just a struggle for strength and speed? Tell you that battle is a dual game of brain and physical strength. Whoever has a more accurate rhythm and a more appropriate strategy can survive to the end."

Zhang Chu gritted his teeth and said in a low voice: "Instructor, I understand... I will change."

Qin Yuan sneered and patted his shoulder: "Don't just talk big, Zhang Chu. Prove it to me with your actions. Remember, physical fitness is only the foundation, and tactics are the key. If you continue to fight with all your passion, you will still be the one who is beaten down next time."

Zhang Chu lowered his head, was silent for a while, then nodded vigorously: "Yes, instructor! I will learn!"

Qin Yuan then turned around and left, leaving a sentence: "Continue to fight and train tomorrow, don't let me see what I look like today."

On a new day, the air was filled with tension on the training ground. A new round of fighting training was about to begin. Zhang Chu stood in the center of the field, clenched his fists and his eyes were sharp. His face was not as frivolous as yesterday, but replaced by a kind of calmness and depth.

Yue Ming stood opposite him, still with a calm expression. He moved his shoulders and said indifferently: "Zhang Chu, are you ready? Stop working hard like yesterday."

Zhang Chu did not respond, but just pursed his lips and nodded slightly. His eyes were staring at Yue Ming, like a cheetah hunting, with his body slightly sinking and full of strength. But this time, his movements were less impatient and more patient.

Qin Yuan stood on the sidelines, holding his hands in front of his chest, and looking at the two of them coldly. He had no extra instructions, but just said lightly: "Start, let me see if you have learned the lessons of yesterday."

As the whistle sounded, Zhang Chu and Yue Ming quickly entered the battle state.

Yue Ming took the lead in attacking, and a straight punch hit Zhang Chu's face with a strong oppressive momentum. However, this time, Zhang Chu did not rush to dodge, but stood steadily, tilted his head slightly, and avoided Yue Ming's attack with the smallest movement.

Yue Ming frowned slightly, obviously not expecting Zhang Chu's reaction to be so fast. He quickly changed his moves, and then hit Zhang Chu's ribs with an uppercut.

Zhang Chu had a prediction, so he quickly took a step back and avoided the hook punch. Then he swept his legs down to Yue Ming's knees with his backhand. The leg was quite powerful and the angle was very tricky, which forced Yue Ming to jump back and widen the distance.

The two of them confronted for a short time, and there was a hint of seriousness in Yue Ming's eyes. He began to realize that Zhang Chu seemed to have become different today.

"It's not bad, Zhang Chu, I finally know how to calm down." Yue Ming laughed, but his pace was even more cautious.

Zhang Chu was not distracted by his words, and his eyes were staring at Yue Ming's movements, as if he was looking for something.

"The left foot is slightly tilted...the right shoulder is slightly tilted..." Zhang Chu quickly analyzed Yue Ming's subtle movements in his mind. He remembered that during the battle yesterday, Yue Ming was used to adjusting the center of gravity slightly before each punch, and this detail was captured by him.

Sure enough, when Yue Ming's body moved, Zhang Chu immediately determined that the other party wanted to use an uppercut to hit his chin. He did not dodge directly, but squatted down quickly, and raised his elbow to accurately block Yue Ming's attack.

"Bang!" The two of them collided with their elbows and made a muffled sound. Zhang Chu took advantage of the flaws that Yue Ming showed slightly and fought back, and a quick straight punch hit Yue Ming's chest.

Yue Ming subconsciously raised his arms to defend, but Zhang Chu's fist was just a fake move. His fist suddenly changed and turned into a fierce elbow, reaching Yue Ming's chin.

"Bang!"

Yue Ming was forced to take two steps back and almost avoided Zhang Chu's elbow strike, but the center of gravity of his body was no longer stable. Zhang Chu seized the opportunity and rushed forward suddenly. He lowered his leg and attacked again, knocking Yue Ming to the ground!
Chapter completed!