Zhao Kun smiled heartily: "Okay! We are conducting a week-long simulation confrontation drill. You are here, so you can see where our problem lies."

"Okay." Qin Yuan looked calm and glanced at the players on the field. "From now on, I will not command as an instructor, but observe as an onlooker. Zhang Chu and Yue Ming will be my assistants and are responsible for participating in your training."

Zhao Kun raised his eyebrows and smiled and said, "It's interesting. Then let's take a look at which young people from the 'Canglang' battalion' and the recruit company are better."

When Zhang Chu heard this, he suddenly shook his heart and felt a hint of expectation and pressure. He took a deep breath and made up his mind: This time, he must prove himself.

Soon, training began.

Qin Yuan and Zhao Kun stood on the platform and observed the situation in the entire training ground. Zhang Chu was arranged to work with the "Canglang" team members to conduct a physical fitness test.

The first round is a five-kilometer armed off-road.

The starting gun rang out, and everyone rushed out of the starting point at the same time. Zhang Chu's speed was a little difficult at the beginning, but gradually, he adjusted his breathing, began to stabilize, and gradually surpassed the previous team members.

"Zhang Chu's progress is good." Zhao Kun glanced at the time, with a hint of praise in his tone.

Qin Yuan said lightly: "He hasn't reached his limit yet, let's continue watching."

In the last kilometer of the five-kilometer armed off-road, Zhang Chu's legs seemed to be filled with lead, but his breathing became more and more even and powerful. He had already thrown his fatigue behind his head, and there was only a figure ahead in his eyes - the one running in the first place was his former squad leader and the fastest person in the "Canglang" camp at that time, Lin Hao.

Lin Hao was still running at the front of the team at this moment, with smooth movements and steady steps. Obviously, his strength was as always. But just when he thought no one could threaten his leading position, the sound of footsteps coming from his ears.

"What's the situation?" Lin Hao's heart moved and he looked back subconsciously.

Zhang Chu was gritting his teeth, step by step shortening the distance between the two, his eyes full of fierce fighting spirit. His military boots stepped on a series of solid footprints on the mud, and the weight-bearing equipment behind him shook continuously, but it did not affect his rhythm at all.

"Zhang Chu?" Lin Hao was stunned for a moment. Obviously, he didn't expect that his former "new recruit" could catch up with him now.

Zhang Chu didn't say anything, he just accelerated his pace and got closer and closer to Lin Hao. His body was already exhausted to the limit, but there was only one voice in his mind: "I must win the first place, I want them to see my progress."

The eyes of other team members around were gradually attracted by this "chasing battle", especially those comrades who had served with Zhang Chu. They were stunned, their eyes full of disbelief.

"Why is Zhang Chu so fast? He could not escape from Squad Leader Lin before!"

"Yes, he was almost exhausted after running five kilometers. Now he can still catch up with the first place?"

"How did this kid practice?"

Zhao Kun, who was observing on the platform, also frowned, and a hint of surprise flashed in his eyes: "Instructor Qin, what hardship did Zhang Chu suffer? His speed and endurance are almost catching up with the special forces vanguard."

Qin Yuan did not answer, but said lightly: "Where can he go depends on how long he can grit his teeth and persevere."

Lin Hao was completely aroused by Zhang Chu's footsteps. He looked back at Zhang Chu and smiled coldly: "Zhang Chu, it's not bad. It seems that you have put a lot of effort into it after leaving 'Canglang'. But, do you still want to surpass me? It's not that easy!"

After saying that, he began to speed up and tried to get rid of Zhang Chu.

But Zhang Chu gritted his teeth and was not willing to be outdone. Countless pictures flashed through his mind: from the day he was transferred to the recruit company, he experienced Qin Yuan's merciless physical training and endured high-intensity shooting exercises and queue assessments; he remembered the countless times he was soaking the camouflage uniforms when he practiced alone at night. Now, he finally had the opportunity to prove himself - he was no longer the recruit who was dragging his legs in the past!

"Squad Leader Lin Hao, I won't lose to you!" Zhang Chu shouted in his heart, gritting his teeth and continuing to sprint.

As the distance between the two became closer and closer, Lin Hao's face began to become solemn. He obviously felt that Zhang Chu's speed and endurance were far beyond his expectations. He even began to feel that his physical strength was approaching the limit, but Zhang Chu still did not slow down.

When there were two hundred meters away from the finish line, Zhang Chu finally tied Lin Hao. He turned his head and looked at the other party, his eyes firm, and then he exerted his force suddenly to surpass him!

"This..." Lin Hao widened his eyes, unable to believe this scene.

At the finish line, several members of the "Canglang" camp were guarding the timer. When they saw Zhang Chu being the first to cross the finish line, their faces were full of surprise and shock.

"Zhang Chu got the first place?"

"Really? Did he catch up with Squad Leader Lin?"

"How did this kid do it!"

The moment Zhang Chu rushed past the finish line, he almost fell to the ground, his shoulders fluctuated violently with his breathing, and sweat had completely soaked his training suit. He leaned against the ground to support himself, slowly looking up at Lin Hao behind him, and a tired smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

Lin Hao then rushed over the finish line. He stood there, looking at Zhang Chu who was slumped on the ground, with the expression on his face reaching an extreme complexity. After a moment, he took the initiative to walk over and stretched out a hand.

"Zhang Chu." Lin Hao's voice was a bit heavy and unwilling, but more admiration, "You won."

Zhang Chu panted heavily, barely reached out to hold him, and then smiled and said, "Squad leader, it's not me who won, it's you who taught me well."

Lin Hao was stunned for a moment, then laughed: "Good boy, I have a promising future! It seems that I, the squad leader, did not take you in vain!"

On the high platform, Zhao Kun looked at this scene and said to Qin Yuan with a smile: "Instructor Qin, I really underestimated your team members. This kid can definitely be ranked in the top team in the 'Canglang' camp."

This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content behind! Qin Yuan still had a expressionless face and a plain tone: "He just proved that his physical fitness has improved, but his physical fitness is not all. Zhang Chu still has many things to be tempered."

Zhao Kun nodded, but he had a deeper admiration for Qin Yuan's training method.

After finishing the off-road, Zhang Chu returned to the team, and the players around him surrounded him and asked him in a verbal way what he had experienced during this period.

"Zhang Chu, how did you practice after you left the 'Canglang'? Why are you so much better than before?"

"Is there any secret? Tell me!"

Zhang Chu looked at these familiar faces and showed a confident smile on his face: "The secret is very simple - when you practice until you feel you can't stand it, hold on for another minute. Then... with Instructor Qin staring at you, you have no chance to be lazy."

When everyone heard this, they burst into laughter.

Lin Hao patted Zhang Chu on the shoulder, his eyes full of relief: "It seems that I have really gone through this time. Zhang Chu, welcome home."

When Zhang Chu heard the word "Go home", he was slightly shocked and then gave a standard military salute: "Thank you, the squad leader, but now I am just Instructor Qin's assistant."

Lin Hao was slightly stunned, then nodded with a smile: "Okay, assistant coach Zhang Chu, look forward to your next performance!"

Not long.

On the shooting range, the team members were lined up in an orderly manner, and the rifles in each person's hands were shining in the sun. Qin Yuan stood aside to observe, while Zhang Chu was arranged to stand in front of the team to be responsible for the shooting guidance.

"Zhang Chu, come up and explain the technical points of shooting." Qin Yuan's tone was plain, but with an irresistible majesty.

Zhang Chu was stunned for a moment, stood in front of the team, and glanced at the people in front of him - they were almost all his old comrades-in-arms when he was in the "Canglang" camp, and some of them were his seniors, with rich experience and accurate shooting. Zhang Chu felt a little awkward when he asked him to teach these people, especially when he saw Lin Hao standing in the team and staring at him with a smile, the pressure became even greater.

He stood in front, hesitated for a moment, and said, "That... everyone knows that shooting is precise, but more importantly, psychological quality and stability of basic movements. This time... I'll just talk about some of my personal experience."

As soon as the words were spoken, a stout veteran in the team smiled jokingly: "Zhang Chu, don't be so polite! Now you are an assistant coach, don't act like a 'new recruit' before. The instructor asked you to explain, and we are all waiting to listen."

"That's right, let go, we won't think you're offside." Another veteran also smiled and agreed.

Lin Hao nodded and said in a relaxed tone: "Zhang Chu, don't think too much. We have taught you before, but now it's your turn to teach us. What's the matter? Hurry up and let us see what you have learned these days."

Zhang Chu felt a little relieved when he listened to everyone's jokes. He swallowed, stood straighter, and his eyes gradually became firmer.

"Okay, then I'm not polite." He took a deep breath, walked to the target position in front, gestured with his hand to a rifle, and began to explain, "When everyone shoots, their habits are fixed, but in fact the details are easy to ignore, especially in high-pressure environments. For example..."

He pointed to the grip of the rifle, "The grip needs to be stable, but not too stiff. Many people will unconsciously hold it too tightly in order to pursue stability, especially when switching targets quickly, which will make your arms more prone to fatigue and even affect the subsequent shooting accuracy."

He said, while skillfully demonstrating. He adjusted his posture, slightly lateral to the target, keeping the rifle and his shoulders naturally fit. Then, he pointed to his eyes: "When aiming, everyone is used to staring at the sight, but have you noticed that after a long shot, the eyes will be tired from staring at a certain point? In fact, the correct way to aim is to quickly capture the target, relax your eyes immediately and not let your eyes be too focused at a certain point."

Zhang Chu's explanation became more and more smooth, even with a professional calmness. The veterans in the team gradually became serious and stopped joking. Instead, they nodded frequently, as if they had gained new inspiration from it.

"This kid Zhang Chu is OK, it makes sense." A veteran whispered.

Lin Hao held his hand and nodded slightly, with a hint of relief flashing in his eyes. He had long discovered that Zhang Chu's shooting has made rapid progress, but he did not expect that he could still summarize these progress into such a systematic experience explanation.

Zhang Chu continued: "There is another point of breathing control. I have made a mistake before, which is that I will always hold my breath deliberately before shooting, trying to stabilize my body. But in fact, holding my breath for too long will cause the body to be stiff and affect the accuracy. The correct way is - at the moment of aiming, the breathing will naturally stop, and then quickly complete the shooting. After each shot, you must return to the normal breathing rhythm instead of holding your breath for a long time."

Speaking of this, he picked up a rifle, loaded it skillfully, aimed, and pulled the trigger-"Bang!" The target on the target was shot, and the bullet accurately hit Jiuhuan.

Zhang Chu put down his rifle and looked at the team: "The above is my training experience during this period. I don't know what everyone thinks."

The team was quiet, and then someone applauded: "It was a good speech, Zhang Chu! I didn't expect you to summarize it so carefully, and there is something really!"

"Yes, especially during the breathing period, I do hold my breath for too long, which is very helpful."

Lin Hao also smiled and nodded: "Zhang Chu, it's not bad. These experiences sound very practical. It seems that you have put in a lot of effort these days."

Zhang Chu scratched his head embarrassedly: "Actually it's nothing, it's just... it's been trained by instructor Qin."

Hearing this, Lin Hao laughed: "Instructor Qin suppresses you, that's your blessing. We were too gentle to you before, and it seems that we really didn't realize that you had this potential at the beginning."

Zhang Chu smiled, then looked at Qin Yuan.

Qin Yuan always stood aside and looked at it expressionlessly. It was not until this time that he spoke, his tone was calm but with a hint of praise: "Speak well. At least, you dare to stand here and speak in an orderly manner. This is the ability that a qualified assistant should have."

Zhang Chu was shocked and couldn't help but straighten his chest: "Thank you, instructor!"

Qin Yuan didn't say much, turned to Lin Hao and Zhao Kun and said, "The shooting part is just the basics. Next, we will test your shooting ability under actual combat conditions. Zhang Chu and Yue Ming will assist in the simulation of confrontation to see if you "Canglang" can cope with tactical shooting in complex environments."

"No problem!" Lin Hao patted his chest, "Instructor Qin, just give me the test. We 'Canglang' are never afraid of challenges!"

Zhang Chu looked at his comrades in front of him, and a sense of pride and emotion surged in his heart.

On the other side of the training ground, Qin Yuan was standing in the center of the conference room of the special forces instructors, holding a sorted training note in his hand. The atmosphere inside the room was serious and quiet. More than a dozen instructors and instructors from the "Canglang" battalion stared at him attentively, waiting for him to share his training experience from the recruit company to the special forces.
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