He was so persuasive that he actually practiced extraordinary

In comparison, how strong must Zhang Beixing's fighting power be?
Niu Nuli was momentarily distracted and was hit hard in the chest by He Chenguang.

With a muffled thud, Niu Nuli staggered back two steps, losing his balance.

Seeing the opportunity, Xu Tianlong used a small grappling technique to flip Niu Nuli to the ground.

The other team members rushed forward and pinned Niu Nuli to the ground, making it impossible for him to break free no matter how hard he struggled.

Two fists can't beat four hands, let alone ten. Niu Nuli was helpless.

"Is it appropriate for so many people to gang up on me? Are you targeting only me?"

"Admit defeat, Squad Leader Niu, you are no match for us."

"Admit defeat? Those two words don't exist in my dictionary!"

The old ox also became stubborn, refusing to admit defeat and continuing to struggle.

"Come on, if you've got the guts, let's have a one-on-one fight. Let your captain come out and fight me personally!"

The team members ignored them and pressed the cow firmly to the ground like a human pyramid.

Even though Niu had all his strength, he couldn't muster it. His resolute face turned red with frustration, but he was helpless.

Just as the two sides were deadlocked, the sound of a jeep braking came from not far from the cabin, raising a cloud of dust.

Both sides stopped struggling and suppressing each other, and simultaneously looked up at the jeep parked not far away.

Zhang Beixing closed the book in his hand, jumped out of the Mengshi jeep, and waved to the person in the driver's seat.

"Alright, Platoon Leader Gaia, you can go back and get back to work now. I'll return by myself later."

"Alright, Instructor Zhang, I'll take my leave now."

The female platoon leader, Gaia, nodded in response, glancing curiously at the crowd piled up in front of the vehicle.

She grinned, then stepped on the gas, turned the car around, and drove away from the cabin.

Zhang Bei walked straight over and clapped his hands at the people on the ground.

"Alright, alright, get up. Aren't you tired of lying on the ground?"

The team members stood up one by one, with Niu Nuli being the last to get up from the ground, covered in dust.

Looking at his disheveled appearance, Niu Nuli didn't know whether to laugh or cry.

"Captain Zhang, the special treatment you've given me is really something else."

“To deal with a king of soldiers, you naturally have to use special methods.” Zhang Beixing smiled nonchalantly.

Niu Nuli sighed softly, turned to look at He Chenguang and the others, and sincerely praised them:
"The Red Blood Cell Special Operations Team is indeed extraordinary."

"Yang Junyu's special operations company lost to you in the last combat exercise, and it's not unfair at all."

Praise is fine, but I still need to express my dissatisfaction.

Niu Nuli looked up at Zhang Beixing and said solemnly:

"I have no objection to the joint selection process; it is indeed an important step in responding to the country's military reforms. But I am a tank soldier, and my destiny should be to compete on the armored battlefield."

Seeing Niu Nuli's depressed expression, Zhang Beixing couldn't help but chuckle.

It wasn't out of contempt.

For a soldier like Niu Nuli, winning with superior numbers is indeed meaningless.

After a moment of silence, Zhang Beixing suddenly asked a seemingly out-of-the-box question:
"Squad Leader Niu, if one day Zhang Nengliang defeats you with a tank on the front lines, how would you feel?"

what?
Zhang Nengliang defeated him with a tank?
Niu Nuli was taken aback by Zhang Beixing's sudden question.

This sounds like a joke, but...
After thinking carefully for a moment, he still answered seriously:
“Zhang Nengliang has indeed made rapid progress this year, and I have high hopes for him. But I’m not going to be lying in my tank all day and sleeping. It won’t be so easy for him to beat me.”

"Of course, if that day ever comes."

Niu Nuli paused slightly at this point.

After a long period of contemplation, he finally let out a long, resolute sigh:
"He's a soldier I trained myself. If one day Zhang Nengliang can really defeat me with a tank, then I, his old squad leader, will be very proud of him."

As he spoke, Niu Nuli suddenly smiled and looked up at Zhang Beixing:
"But Zhang Nengliang's matter is a matter for later. Shouldn't we first resolve the issue between you and me?"

Zhang Beixing blinked, looking completely bewildered.

"I've long heard that Captain Zhang's fighting skills are the best in the entire army. As a veteran, I'd like to experience it for myself," Niu Nuli asked with a smile. "May I ask... if you could offer some guidance?"

Want to learn from me?
It means to have a friendly competition, right?

Even if Niu Nuli didn't mention it, Zhang Beixing had the same intention.

Exactly!

Zhang Beixing smiled slightly: "Since it is the King of Soldiers who has challenged me, it would be impolite to refuse!"

In the overgrown open space in front of the wooden house, Zhang Beixing and Niu Nuli each stood on one side.

Both men were on high alert, showing no sign of underestimating their opponent.

Zhang Beixing looked at Niu Nuli, who seemed to be facing a formidable enemy, and smiled slightly:
"Squad Leader Niu, do you need to prepare?"

Niu Nuli was about to say no, but then stopped himself from speaking.

Having just fought against two combat experts, He Chenguang and Xu Tianlong, both from the red blood cell division, I have expended a lot of energy.

Now, facing off against the even more formidable Zhang Beixing, I'm truly uncertain and this is not the time to boast.

Having finally gotten the chance to compete against Zhang Beixing, Niu Nuli was determined to be in top form.

After a moment of silence, Niu Nuli said earnestly without any hesitation, "Then let's get ready for a while."

"Okay, Gaia drives too fast, my butt hurts from all the bumpy ride, so I'll take a break."

Zhang Beixing smiled nonchalantly, showing great magnanimity.

"Ah."

Niu nodded vigorously and began warming up on the spot, preparing for the battle with all his might.

Song Kaifei brought out a few chairs from the house, and all the members of the Red Cell team sat in a row at the door, cracking sunflower seeds from somewhere and watching with great interest.

Wang Yanbing asked with a smile, "How many moves do you think Squad Leader Niu could last against Brother Beixing?"

Without even asking who would win, they immediately started discussing how many moves Niu Nuli could withstand.

On the open ground, Niu Nuli, who was actively preparing for the match, couldn't help but click his tongue in annoyance when he heard this.

I felt inexplicably angry
He Chenguang had just fought Niu Nuli, and after a moment's thought, he said directly:

"It's hard to say. Squad Leader Niu is quite skilled. I think he should be able to withstand three moves."

Niu Nuli's face immediately darkened upon hearing this. He praised his skills but only mentioned three moves?

I really thank your whole family!
Xu Tianlong shook his head:
"The captain always defeats his opponent in one move, which is also because he rarely encounters a worthy opponent. Squad Leader Niu is a good opponent, and I think he should be able to last two moves."

Niu Nuli was originally calm, after all, he was a veteran of ten years and wouldn't be angered by a few words.

But the red blood cell workers watching from the sidelines were all saying things that were more and more outrageous than the last.

If I keep talking, will I only be able to hold out for one more move?

No, at this rate, he might not even need to be fought in the end; he'll probably just "beg for mercy on his knees."

Niu shook his head vigorously, trying to dispel all these distracting thoughts.

With a major battle imminent, one must remain calm to fully utilize one's strength and not be distracted by the opponent!

Whether Niu Nuli listened or not was one thing, but it did not stop the team members from continuing their lively discussion.

Before they knew it, the conversation had turned to ancient martial arts.

Ancient martial arts, also known as "ancient martial arts," refers to traditional martial arts passed down from ancient times.

Despite the fact that ancient martial arts seem to have disappeared and are questioned by countless people in this era where fake masters abound.

The highly publicized duel between Tai Chi master Lei Gong and Sanda fighter further tarnished the reputation of traditional martial arts.

But as the saying goes, true masters don't reveal their skills, and there are still many hidden schools and lineages in the world today. Xu Tianlong is one of them, and he has the most authority to speak on the subject of ancient martial arts.

Li Erniu grew up without a television at home, listening to stories on the radio, and was especially curious about martial arts stories.

"Longlong, nowadays many people say that martial arts novels are fake, that the Southern school is represented by Jin Yong and the Northern school by Shan Tianfang, and that they're all made up. So, can ancient martial arts actually be used in combat?"

Xu Tianlong chuckled lightly, facing the questioning gazes with composure.

"Whether I can hit you or not, you'll know once I see it."

"But," Li Erniu couldn't help but ask, "I see so many ancient martial arts masters online. If they're really good at fighting, how come they get knocked down with just one punch?"

He Chenguang also smiled and chimed in, "Actually, if I hadn't met you, I would have always thought that ancient martial arts were made up and couldn't compare to our army's combat techniques at all."

"Nonsense, you can't say that."

Seeing that the two men had doubts, Xu Tianlong immediately retorted:
"Just because modern people can't write Tang poetry, does that mean Li Bai and Du Fu didn't exist?"

“Those half-baked masters are not well-versed in their skills and have gone astray. We cannot condemn all of them because of this one example.”

Upon hearing Xu Tianlong's words, the team members fell into deep thought.

That seems to make some sense.

Modern people can't write Tang and Song poems, does that mean all the classic poems in history are fake?
That's definitely impossible!

Similarly, the fact that many legends about ancient martial arts still circulate today indicates that it did indeed have a glorious period.

However, after the Republic of China era, ancient martial arts entered their final glory, but gradually declined with the rapid development of firearms.

After a brief pause, Xu Tianlong began to speak eloquently:

"To put it simply, ancient martial arts can be basically divided into three categories: performance methods, training methods, and fighting methods."

"Performances are for entertainment; they are just fancy routines. In the past, they were specially performed for high-ranking officials who didn't know anything about the art. Those fake masters practiced these fancy moves, which were completely harmless."

"The layman sees the spectacle, the expert sees the essence. The training method focuses on practice and daily sparring; the fighting method is easier to understand, it is about practical application, which is the essence of ancient martial arts."

Xu Tianlong said seriously, "Those martial arts classes nowadays definitely don't teach these things. They'd be exposed as soon as they started practicing, wouldn't that be considered cheating?"

After saying all that, he added, as a token gesture:
There's a saying in the world of ancient martial arts: "One trip to the battlefield is worth more than ten years of training." In the end, ancient martial arts is simply an art of killing!

As soon as he finished speaking, the team members sighed in surprise and suddenly realized what he meant.

Although Niu Nuli didn't want to listen, some of his words still reached his ears.

Upon hearing of the decline of ancient martial arts, Niu Nuli couldn't help but sigh.

With the rise of firearms, traditional martial arts have gradually declined; so with the advent of modern information warfare, will large-scale tank battles also become a thing of the past?
Will it eventually be lost in the dust of history?
He devoted his life to tanks, and it can be said that he deeply loved tanks.

If tanks are ever rendered obsolete by war, what will become of them?

Thinking of this, Niu Nuli sighed softly.

Perhaps this is the significance of military combined arms reform.

Only in this way can the combat effectiveness of tanks be maximized and the lifespan of this "King of Land Warfare" on the world war stage be extended.

Unbeknownst to him, Niu Nuli had gained a deeper understanding of the painstaking efforts put into the combined arms battalion and the Zhangbei training.

Thinking of this, Niu Nuli suddenly looked up:

"Captain Zhang, I'm ready!"

Zhang Beixing nodded indifferently and made a "please" gesture.

Niu Nuli raised an eyebrow, instantly closing in, and with a loud shout, threw an iron fist at Zhang Beixing.

This punch embodies his most powerful response to the combined arms reform, as a ten-year veteran and the king of armored soldiers.

Zhang Beixing neither dodged nor evaded; his gaze sharpened, and he shouted in unison, throwing a punch to meet the attack!

The two soldiers' iron fists collided fiercely in mid-air.

The Red Cell team members immediately stopped discussing and looked at the duel scene with unprecedented focus.

The next second, a barely audible cracking sound came from Niu Nuli's taut arm.

Niu Nuli's expression changed drastically, and his body flew backward uncontrollably.

"boom!"

There was a loud bang.

The door panels that the wooden house had finally managed to erect were smashed to pieces this time.

Niu Nuli fell amidst the wood chips scattered on the ground, raising a cloud of dust.

One move, still just one move!
Zhang Beixing continued his undefeated legend of defeating his opponent with a single punch.

Niu Nuli lay on the ground, remained silent for a long time, and then suddenly burst into hearty laughter:
"Hahaha, that's great! I surrender!"

In this battle, Niu Nuli lost with complete acceptance.

Niu Nuli lay on the ground for a moment, and without waiting for anyone to help him up, he sprang to his feet on his own.

His lips twitched slightly, and he muttered to himself in pain:

"How powerful was that punch? I feel like my hand bones are cracked..."

In fact, Zhang Beixing had already been quite restrained. His maximum single punch could reach ten tons. If he had gone all out, Niu Nuli would have been bedridden by now and would never be so energetic.

The two sides exchanged pointers, stopping short of reaching a point.

"Flamingo, go drive Sergeant Niu to the base medical room for a check-up."

"Okay." Wang Yanbing turned and left.

Niu Nuli didn't refuse the offer, but was still a little embarrassed: "Am I eliminated? Sigh, being eliminated on only the second day is really embarrassing..."

As he spoke, he raised his hand and rubbed his temples vigorously, his head throbbing with pain.

A bright smile spread across Zhang Beixing's face.

“You are the king of soldiers in the Ninth Brigade. Even if I wanted to eliminate you, Yang Junyu would not agree. If you leave the combined arms battalion, it can only be a voluntary withdrawal.”

Upon hearing this, Niu Nuli immediately beamed with joy.

"Really? Yang Junyu and I have never gotten along. How could he value me so much?"

"You'll have to ask him yourself."

"Hehe, then I'll pass. I really don't want to see that old face." Niu Nuli shook his head with a smile.

Before long, Wang Yanbing drove the jeep that was parked behind the wooden house over.

Niu Nuli got into the jeep and drove away slowly into the distance.

Suddenly remembering something, Song Kaifei exclaimed, "Wait a minute! We only have this one car. If they drive away, how are we going to get back later?"

Zhang Beixing hadn't paid much attention to the matter at first, but after Song Kaifei reminded him, he immediately chuckled.

"While training others, we cannot slack off in our own training. Attention everyone, return to base for the long run."

The team members were immediately in an uproar.

"What a mess! The flamingo escaped with its life."

"Brother Beixing, what about you?"

"Me?" Zhang Beixing pondered. "I'll go check on the others' training on the way, especially that Zhang Nengliang. I hope he doesn't get accidentally bitten by Caesar."

The group observed three seconds of silence in memory of Zhang Nengliang...

……

Inside the command center of the field training base, Yang Junyu sat calmly as a mountain.

He leaned against the long table, watching the split-screen feed transmitted by dozens of drones on the large screen. He was particularly amazed by the scene of Zhang Beixing and Niu Nuli's duel. (End of Chapter)