The soldiers on the sidelines couldn't help but exclaim a low amazement. Zhang Chu, who was suppressed yesterday, had no power to fight back, successfully counterattacked today, suppressing Yue Ming, who had excellent fighting skills, to the ground!

Qin Yuan walked forward, his expression still cold, but there was a hint of hidden relief in his eyes.

"Let go of him, Zhang Chu." Qin Yuan said lightly.

Zhang Chu then slowly stood up and took two steps back with panting. His forehead was covered with sweat, but a long-lost confidence ignited in his eyes.

Yue Ming got up from the ground and patted the dust on his body. There was no displeasure on his face, but instead showed a faint smile: "It's not bad, Zhang Chu. You did win this time, and your tactical ideas are much clearer."

Zhang Chu grinned, but his tone was still humble: "It's just a lucky person. Your actions are still faster than me."

Qin Yuan walked up to the two of them, his eyes stayed on Zhang Chu for a moment, and then said coldly: "Lucky? No, Zhang Chu, this is not a lucky one. This is because you have learned to observe your opponent and learn to analyze calmly. This victory is your progress."

When Zhang Chu heard this, he felt excited. He straightened his back and his voice was loud: "Thank you, instructor!"

Qin Yuan nodded slightly, then changed his tone and said coldly: "But don't be proud. This victory is only part of the fighting training. The enemies on the battlefield will not give you so much time to observe. If you want to become stronger, you still have a long way to go."

The smile on Zhang Chu's face suddenly calmed down and nodded and said, "Yes, instructor, I understand."

Qin Yuan looked at him and his tone slowed down a little: "Continue to keep your calmness and concentration, this is your biggest gain today. Don't think about winning by brute force. A real soldier is not only strong, but also knows how to use his strength in the right place."

Zhang Chu nodded again, fighting spirit burning in his eyes.

In the early morning, on the training ground, the sun shone on the recruits, and they gathered as usual to start the day of training. However, the atmosphere today was obviously different, and the entire venue seemed particularly tense and solemn. On the side of the training ground, several soldiers wearing special forces uniforms were standing there, their eyes were as sharp as eagles, and the momentum on their bodies made the recruits feel a hint of invisible oppression.

"Special Forces..." A new recruit whispered, his eyes full of envy and awe, "What are they here for?"

The news spread quickly: the special forces came to the recruit company to select the recruits.

Zhang Chu stood in the team, who was adjusting his breathing and preparing to run, was stunned when he heard the news. His eyes quickly locked on the special forces soldiers, especially one of the familiar figures - his old comrade-in-arms, and the person who entered the special forces with him.

"It's Liu Ye..." Zhang Chu's breathing suddenly stopped and his emotions suddenly surged. Liu Ye was his best brother in the special forces. The two had fought side by side and experienced countless life and deaths. He never thought that he would see each other again on the training ground of the recruit company.

Liu Ye's eyes swept across the team. When his gaze met Zhang Chu, his expression changed slightly, but he quickly returned to calm. He did not say hello, but just nodded, as if in this way he was identifying Zhang Chu.

Zhang Chu's heartbeat accelerated, and his fists couldn't help but clenched. He knew that this selection might be his only chance to return to the special forces. He secretly vowed that he would seize this opportunity no matter what.

Qin Yuan walked to the front of the team with his expression as usual, but his eyes were filled with a hint of undetectable depth. He cleared his throat and said loudly: "All people pay attention! Today, the comrades from the special forces came to our recruit company to select the new recruit company. The assessment standards are very high. Not only do they require excellent physical fitness and skills, but they also need team consciousness and discipline. Remember, you must speak with your strength!"

After saying that, he glanced at the recruits, paused slightly when his eyes fell on Zhang Chu, then turned around and walked towards the special forces and began to whisper with them.

Zhang Chu felt that his heart was almost in his throat. He couldn't help but expect Qin Yuan to call him by his name. He was already planning how to use this selection to make Liu Ye and the people of the special forces re-know him.

However, Qin Yuan quickly turned around and shouted loudly: "Yue Ming, Duan Jinglin, Li Ran, get out of the list! You three participate in the special forces assessment, and the others continue to train normally."

Zhang Chu was stunned, his expression froze on his face, almost suspected that he had heard it wrong. He watched Yue Ming and the others walk out of the queue excitedly, but his name was not mentioned.

He could no longer hold it back and strode forward, with a faint anger in his voice: "Instructor, why don't you have me?"

Qin Yuan turned his head slowly, looked at him coldly, and his tone was plain: "Zhang Chu, you don't have the share of your assessment this time."

"Why?" Zhang Chu almost shouted, "Instructor, my physical fitness and fighting ability are definitely not worse than anyone else! I am qualified to participate in the selection!"

Qin Yuan's eyes were still calm, with unquestionable majesty: "Qualification? Zhang Chu, I said that the criteria for selecting special forces are not only physical fitness and combat ability, but more importantly discipline and team consciousness. Do you think you have reached these two points?"

Zhang Chu was choked, his face turned red and his fists were clenched tightly. He knew that he had indeed been criticized for his discipline and team consciousness, but he was unwilling to give up. He gritted his teeth and said, "Instructor, I am already changing, I can prove myself!"

Qin Yuan walked up to him, his eyes stabbed into his eyes like a knife, his voice was low but powerful: "Proof? Zhang Chu, proof requires opportunity, but it requires accumulation. Do you think your efforts or two can make me believe that you have completely changed? Your impulse and your disobedience to discipline are fatal problems. Special forces do not need unstable soldiers."

Zhang Chu's breathing was rapid, and the anger in his eyes was gradually replaced by a sense of frustration. He lowered his head, gritted his teeth and did not speak again.

This chapter is not over, please click on the next page to continue reading! Liu Ye has been watching all this silently from the side. His eyes were complicated, but he did not speak for Zhang Chu. He knew that Qin Yuan was right.

Qin Yuan looked at Zhang Chu and his tone eased a little: "Zhang Chu, I know you want to go back to the special forces, but not now. You are not ready yet. For today's training, you will continue to be with the team. I will stare at you to see if you can truly achieve the changes I asked for."

Zhang Chu clenched his fists and almost put his nails into his palms. He nodded vigorously, his voice low but unwilling to accept it: "Yes, instructor, I understand."

Qin Yuan didn't say anything more and turned around to continue to arrange training for others.

Zhang Chu was in a very heavy mood all day. While completing his daily training, his eyes swept to the assessment venue from time to time, watching Yue Ming and others conduct difficult assessments with special forces. Especially when he saw Liu Ye and Yue Ming conduct tactical simulation training together, huge waves were stirred up in his heart.

After the training, Zhang Chu sat alone on the side of the playground, staring at the ground with a heavy gaze. Qin Yuan's words and Liu Ye's figure kept replaying in his mind, and his mood was extremely complicated.

"Zhang Chu, don't be so depressed." A familiar voice sounded, it was Yue Ming. He patted Zhang Chu on the shoulder with encouragement in his tone, "The instructor is not targeting you, he is for your own good."

Zhang Chu raised his head and looked at Yue Ming with complicated eyes: "Do you know, how much I want to go back to the special forces? But the instructor doesn't give me a chance..."

Yue Ming sighed, sat next to him, and said earnestly: "The instructor is right. Your ability is fine, but your stability is really a bit worse. Don't worry, this is not your end, it's just that you need more time to prepare."

Zhang Chu was silent for a long time, and finally nodded heavily: "I will prove it to him, I can definitely do it."

The next morning, mist enveloped the training ground, and there was a hint of chill in the air. Zhang Chu's mood was particularly complicated. He had almost been sleeping all night last night, thinking about how to prove himself. The selection and assessment of the special forces had begun, but he was excluded. This made him both angry and unwilling. He had to find an opportunity to prove to Qin Yuan with his strength that Zhang Chu was not only qualified, but also competent for any task.

Today's training program is a difficult obstacle run. The recruits have been divided into groups, each carrying twenty kilograms of sandbags, and need to crawl through the barrier areas of the simulated battlefield, including high walls, mud, balance beams and barbed wire.

Qin Yuan stood on the sidelines, holding his hands in front of his chest, and his eyes swept across every recruit with a torch. He said coldly: "Today's training not only tests your physical fitness, but also tests your team's cooperation. Remember, don't just care about yourself. On the battlefield, a person's mistakes may kill the entire team. Do you understand?"

"I understand!" The team responded in unison.

Zhang Chu stood in the queue, his shoulders tightly, and his eyes were staring at the obstacle area ahead. He secretly vowed that he must prove himself with his performance today, and that Qin Yuan would see his abilities no matter what.

Training began. With Qin Yuan's order, all the new recruits rushed to the obstacle area quickly.

Zhang Chu was extremely fast at the beginning. He flexibly crossed the first high wall, his movements were neat, and even one step faster than the others. He felt proud in his heart and couldn't help but look back at Qin Yuan, trying to capture a look of praise from the instructor's face.

But Qin Yuan still had a cold expression and stared at the entire venue with his eyes, as if he had not noticed his performance at all.

Zhang Chu gritted his teeth and speeded up. He jumped through the quagmire and quickly passed through the balance beam, his movements were more fierce and more rapid than usual. There was only one thought in his mind - performance, performance, and performance again!

But just as he rushed to the last obstacle - the barbed wire crawling forward, his impatience and recklessness finally turned into bitter fruit.

The gap between the barbed wire was extremely low, and the weight of the sandbag made everyone have to lower their bodies and move them a little bit. The other recruits were steadily and calmly. In order to seize the speed, Zhang Chu tried to complete it in a faster way. After he lowered his body, he climbed forward with extremely fast movements, and even took some risk of looking up to observe the exit in front.

However, the weight of his sandbag made the center of gravity unbalanced for a moment. The barbed wire on his head directly cut his back, leaving a blood mark. The pain made him grit his teeth, but he didn't want to stop and still forced himself to climb forward. However, the weight of the sandbag was superimposed on his impulse. His left hand slid on the ground, and his whole person hit the barbed wire again, and his right arm was cut through a deep wound by the sharp wire.

"Hiss--" The severe pain made Zhang Chu unable to help but take a breath, but he still didn't stop and continued to move forward.

At this time, the recruits next to him discovered Zhang Chu's condition and hurriedly shouted: "Instructor, Zhang Chu is injured!"

Qin Yuan's eyes instantly locked in Zhang Chu. His eyes were still calm, but the corners of his mouth were slightly pursed. He said to the non-commissioned officer beside him: "Let him continue, don't worry about him."

The non-commissioned officer hesitated: "Instructor, his wound is bleeding, maybe-"

Qin Yuan raised his hand to interrupt, his voice low and cold: "On the battlefield, no one will give him a chance to stop. Keep watching him."

The non-commissioned officer did not say anything more, and could only nod his head silently.

Zhang Chu's wound was bleeding, but he seemed to be unable to feel it at all. He gritted his teeth and dragged his scarred body, and finally crawled out of the wire. He gasped and almost collapsed to the ground, but a stubborn smile appeared on his face. He looked up at Qin Yuan, as if waiting for the instructor's approval.

However, Qin Yuan walked up to him, looked at him condescendingly, and said coldly: "Zhang Chu, what are you proving?"

Zhang Chu was stunned and panted and said, "Instructor, I...I'm done! I'm faster than others!"

Qin Yuan's eyes were as cold as a knife, his voice was low but angry: "It's done? So what if it's fast? Look at yourself and get hurt like this. If this is the battlefield, your impulse will only make you die faster! Do you think this kind of aggressiveness can make me recognize you? No, you are just proving to me that you don't understand the rules of the battlefield at all!"

Zhang Chu's expression changed. His lips moved, but he couldn't say anything.

Qin Yuan squatted down and stared at his eyes, his tone became colder: "Zhang Chu, I can see that you want to show yourself. But what I want is a soldier who can lead the team to survive, not a personal hero who acts by will. Remember, speed and strength are not disciplined and calm. Next time I see your risky behavior, I will let you completely withdraw from the recruit company."

Zhang Chu's body trembled slightly, and a hint of shame and reluctance appeared in his eyes. He lowered his head and his voice hoarse: "Yes, instructor... I understand."

Qin Yuan stood up and waved to the non-commissioned officer: "Take him to the infirmary to deal with the wound and check the situation clearly. Continue training tomorrow. If he dares to show off, he will be disqualified directly."

When Zhang Chu was helped up, his whole body seemed to be exhausted. His eyes were complicated, including both his anger at himself and his deep reflection on Qin Yuan's words.

Sitting on the bed in the infirmary, Zhang Chu stared at the bandage that bandaged the wound, and Qin Yuan's words kept echoing in his mind - "What I want is a soldier who can lead the team to survive, not a personal hero who acts by his will."
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