He was so persuasive that he actually practiced extraordinary

Niu tried his best to reassure them: "No problem! The car will be there soon!"

Ten seconds passed in the blink of an eye; the accelerated reading was complete.

"Ding! You have finished reading 'General Li's Archery Techniques' and can now withdraw your winnings."

The moment he heard the system notification, Zhang Beixing jumped up and ran off in the opposite direction.

Niu Nuli, Zhang Nengliang, and the others looked at each other in bewilderment.

what's the situation?
Is Captain Zhang going to... desert his post?
This malicious speculation was immediately denied by the two of them.

They simply couldn't believe Zhang Beixing would do such a thing; there was no reason why, it was just impossible.

Although the sight of the soldier reading a book on the eve of battle left the surrounding soldiers completely bewildered, they did not believe that a special forces soldier would abandon his wounded comrade and run away.

Zhang Beixing sprinted away, disappearing from the bald man's sight, while letting out a low shout.

"Withdraw!"

"Ding! Congratulations, host, you have successfully acquired the Archery Mastery skill!"

Name: Zhang Beixing
Physical strength: 55

Strength: 49

Speed: 39

Skills: Proficiency in all firearms… (folded, click to view details), Archery Proficiency (New)
Backpack: Super Soldier Serum

Titles: King of Dogs… (folded, click to view), Master of Jade Gambling (New)
Dimensional Space: Ten Cubic Meters

Merit Balance: 1736

As soon as the sweet notification sound of successful withdrawal rang out, Zhang Beixing immediately stopped.

The dimensional space opened, and a traditional ox horn bow suddenly appeared in Zhang Beixing's hand.

The moment Zhang Beixing held the bow and arrow, it felt like meeting an old friend again; he instantly felt an unparalleled familiarity with them.

Without saying a word, Zhang Beixing flicked his fingers, drew his bow, and nocked an arrow. The bowstring was taut like a full moon, and his gaze sharpened slightly.

call……

Suck……

——Whoosh!

With a whistling sound, the arrow, its fletching still trembling, shot through the air!

Niu Nuli is still actively negotiating with the bald man, but the bald man is on the verge of collapse and seems about to shoot and die together at any moment.

"Don't rush, don't rush, you must stay calm."

Niu Nuli held the gun in one hand, ready to launch an attack at any moment, but kept trying to distract the other party with his words.

"The car will be here soon. You seem to be waiting so anxiously. How about I sing you a song?"

"I won't listen!" the bald man roared. "I just want the car! I only..."

In that instant, an arrow whizzed in from afar.

The sharp arrowheads gleamed with a blinding cold light in the air, magnifying in the pupils of the kidnapped man.

The man's pupils suddenly shrank to a pale slit.

It’s over.

At this moment, the man had only one thought in his mind.

However, the next second.

The trajectory of the arrow suddenly changed into an arc!
The middle-aged man stared in shock.

Immediately afterwards, the bald man's shouting stopped abruptly.

A sharp "thud!" was heard, seemingly the sound of a sharp weapon piercing through human bones and flesh.

The bald man, gripping the pistol tightly, spoke as if his voice was stuck in his throat, no longer needing to feel fear or helplessness.

"thump!"

The bald man fell straight to the ground from behind the hostage.

Upon noticing the anomaly, Niu Nuli immediately raised his gun and rushed inside, carefully examining the area.

An arrow pierced the bald man's skull, blood splattering everywhere, staining the walls crimson. The bald man died with his eyes wide open, unable to rest in peace.

A large number of armed police officers surged into the building, making a lot of noise.

"01, 01! The drug kingpin has been killed!"

Two soldiers helped the middle-aged man, who had been paralyzed with fear, up from the ground and quickly searched him.

"Take him down to verify his identity."

The middle-aged man who had been taken hostage was helped away.

Niu Nuli squatted down next to the lifeless bald man, looked at the arrow stuck in his head, then looked up at the bloodstains left on the wall, and couldn't help but squint his eyes slightly.

After the bald man collapsed, a squad of soldiers rushed forward and took La Qiangdong to the emergency room. Fortunately, he was not seriously injured.

To avoid worrying Niu Li, Zhang Nengliang rushed back to tell him the news.

As soon as I entered the building, I saw the bald man's gruesome death and felt a wave of nausea.

"This...this was done by Captain Zhang?"

Niu shook his head: "I don't know, but it should be him."

Zhang Nengliang nodded in deep agreement.

“I saw that arrow that just shot around the bend. Only a master archer who has been immersed in archery for many years could do that. I know Captain Zhang is a very good marksman. Although I have never seen him shoot an arrow, I can’t think of anyone else but him.”

I've never seen Zhang Beixing shoot arrows before?
Niu Nuli's eyes flashed, and he suddenly exclaimed curiously, "Do you think he might have learned it from a book just now?"

"Impossible," Zhang Nengliang replied instinctively. "He only watched for ten seconds, what could he possibly learn?"

“Not necessarily.” Niu Nuli sighed deeply. “There really are geniuses in the world, and maybe he is one of them.”

Upon hearing Niu Nuli's words, Zhang Nengliang frowned, seemingly unsure of his own situation.

Indeed, Zhang Beixing is a real freak; learning to shoot an arrow in ten seconds doesn't seem like a pipe dream for him.

Thinking of this, Zhang Nengliang sighed and his face immediately turned very depressed.

He said with a bitter face, "Class monitor, what if he really is some kind of genius who can learn anything in a second? Does that mean I'll never have a chance to surpass him in this lifetime?"

what?
Surpass him?
Who is he? Zhang Beixing!?

Upon hearing Zhang Nengliang's words, Niu Nuli's eyes suddenly showed a hint of resentment.

Zhang Nengliang, you've changed. You used to see me as your role model!
Didn't you promise that one day you would defeat me and become the new recruit king of the Ninth Brigade?
How could things have changed so quickly?

Niu frowned as he looked at Zhang Nengliang, who had lofty ambitions, and said he felt very tired.

However, at this moment, there was something neither of them noticed.

The cell phone that the bald man had thrown on the ground had already broadcast everything that had just happened via video call...

Beyond the southern border of Xinjiang, green mountains stretch endlessly, with a rushing river flowing through them.

Looking around, the mountains are covered with white flags fluttering in the wind.

A white gauze curtain was used to set up a mourning hall in the open air.

This is a funeral, the funeral of Minden's brother, the leader of an international armed drug trafficking organization.

There were no firecrackers at the funeral; instead, there were two hundred fully armed members of a drug cartel.

This drug trafficking armed group was not a motley crew; on the contrary, it appeared to be well-trained.

Two hundred AK-47 rifles were raised simultaneously, muzzles pointing skyward at a 45-degree angle; the militants' movements were perfectly synchronized. "Bang!!"

All the gunshots converged at one point, producing only a single loud bang.

The militants then turned their guns eastward and fired another synchronized shot.

"Bang!!"

Minden stood in front of the mourning hall, wearing a pair of round-framed gold-rimmed glasses. He didn't look like a villain who trafficked people and illegally smuggled drugs at all; instead, he looked like a refined person.

Of course, this is when Minden doesn't kill anyone.

He was indeed a refined man, whose greatest hobby was practicing Chinese calligraphy to cultivate his character.

Once he goes on a killing spree, he becomes a cold-blooded machine, mercilessly killing anyone who stands in his way.

Not long ago, the police in southern Xinjiang paid a heavy price to capture him.

All the police officers were wiped out, and the commander's death was particularly gruesome. He was riddled with bullets by a Gatling gun and was no longer recognizable as a human.

There are always exceptions. He wasn't cold and heartless to everyone. He always doted on his younger brother, Minden.

However, his younger brother, Buji, died in China.

Minden walked to the tombstone, poured wine and lit incense. The tombstone had a picture of his younger brother, Buji.

If Zhang Beixing were here, he would definitely recognize that the tombstone belonged to the bald man he had previously shot dead with an arrow!
Min-den stood before the tombstone, recalling the last moments he shared with his brother, and couldn't help but let out a long sigh.

"My younger brother has always been a child who never grew up."

"He's been under my protection for too long, so he always wanted to do something big to show me his abilities, which is why he recklessly barged into China."

Minden's capable henchmen followed closely behind him, listening to his mutterings.

Besides Minden's own men, a group of mercenaries who would rather die for food than for money also attended the funeral.

Minden led them forward, casually opening a row of combination lock boxes placed on the table.

The box was opened, revealing neat stacks of US dollar bills, reeking of money.

"But I never expected that he would lose his life in China like this."

When the last box was opened, besides stacks of banknotes, two photos of two people caught the eye of the mercenary leader, Old Cat.

Those were two photos, showing two people, both soldiers in military uniforms.

The old cat reached out and picked up the photo, squinting slightly with disdain.

"Only two Chinese boys?"

“Yes, one of them killed my brother,” Minden said slowly, his face expressionless. “But don’t underestimate this country, because when you encounter it, you’ll know what you’re facing.”

"China, that's a no-go zone for you mercenaries."

The old cat chuckled: "When they meet me, they will know what they have encountered."

As they spoke, Old Cat passed the photos to his men.

"I am also deeply saddened by your brother's death, but I need to know who my real opponent is."

Min Deng spoke solemnly: "I didn't see who did it, I only saw that Wu Ji was pierced through the head by an arrow. Both of them are suspects, so kill them both."

As he spoke, Minden glanced sideways and asked, "What? Is it difficult?"

Old Cat remained noncommittal, smiling as he said, "If they stay in their own units forever, even my mercenary squad will be helpless."

“There will always be opportunities. I believe in your abilities,” Minden said calmly.

"Hehe, thanks for the compliment. For the sake of money, I'll make them pay the price."

The photo was returned to Old Cat, who glanced at it again before contemptuously tossing it to the ground.

Bathed in sunlight, the photo reveals the resolute faces of two soldiers.

One of them is naturally Zhang Beixing, and the second is... Niu Nuli.

……

China, Southeast Military Region!
A furious shout came from the Wolf Fang Staff Office, startling all the passing guards who stumbled.

A soldier from the guard company peered out, asking, "Why is the deputy chief of staff so angry again?"

"I don't know, I don't know, don't ask, let's go!" another soldier urged hurriedly. "Chief of Staff Fan can bite anyone when he gets angry!"

Hearing the thunderous roar from behind the door, the two soldiers scurried away as if their feet were greased.

In the office, even the tea on Fan Tianlei's desk rippled from his loud shouting.

"Look what you've done! I sent you to be a bishop and train the combined arms battalion, not to lead them to fight drug dealers!"

Zhang Beixing stood upright at his desk, looking helpless, with even a hint of disdain in his eyes.

Fan Tianlei continued his angry rant, "Luckily, no soldiers were killed this time, otherwise I would have ripped that uniform off you!"

Zhang Beixing said speechlessly, "No, Number Five, you're really turning your back on me."

"What?" Fan Tianlei glared at him coldly. "You're lecturing me now?"

Zhang Beixing narrowed his eyes slightly and said neither humbly nor arrogantly, "When we asked me to go to the Ninth Brigade to conduct training, we agreed that I would be in charge of all training subjects and assessments. How could you forget all of that so quickly?"

Upon hearing this, Fan Tianlei couldn't help but cough awkwardly.

"Yes, I did say that before, but how was I supposed to know you were so audacious as to actually dare to conduct a live-fire test!"

"One soldier was seriously wounded and hospitalized, and three others sustained minor injuries. This matter has been reported to the top leader!"

Fan Tianlei, spitting as he spoke, said, "If it weren't for your great contribution in assisting the police this time, and the fact that Lao He and I pleaded for you, do you think you'd still be standing here now?"

"I already arranged for you to raise pigs on a farm!"

Raising pigs?

That's good too. He even studied postpartum care for sows before.

Zhang Beixing touched his nose, seemingly nonchalant, but his pupils were actually full of determination.

"Number Five, you're wrong."

what?
Is he wrong?
Fan Tianlei frowned slightly upon hearing this.

Zhang Beixing confidently stated, "The combined arms battalion is the first step in military reform, and its purpose is precisely to enhance combat effectiveness."

Zhang Beixing spoke eloquently and logically, presenting his arguments with clear reasoning and evidence.

"If so much money and effort are spent, and all that's left is to train a nice-looking honor guard, then what's the point of military reform?"

"If the combined arms battalion's combat capabilities are insufficient to wipe out even a drug trafficking gang, then my month of training has been nothing but a waste of time."

Fan Tianlei was speechless for a moment. After a long silence, he finally sighed and slowly spoke.

“I admit you have a point. You raise an army for a thousand days to use it for one day. The purpose of being a soldier is to shed blood and fight. But in peacetime, your method is too radical.”

Seeing that this matter had finally been put behind them on the 5th, Zhang Beixing breathed a sigh of relief.

Upon hearing his words, Zhang Beixing couldn't help but smile and retort.

"Number Five, you're wrong again."

Upon hearing Zhang Beixing's words, Fan Tianlei was taken aback once again.

What the hell?
Was he wrong again?

Is it possible that the soldier's injury was not Zhang Beixing's responsibility, but rather Fan Tianlei's fault?

Fine, he'd like to hear exactly where he went wrong!

Then, Zhang Beixing solemnly and slowly said: (End of this chapter)