He was so persuasive that he actually practiced extraordinary

"How could you do this? You didn't say that when you persuaded me to join Fire Phoenix."

"A dignified colonel, how can he go back on his word? How is this any different from those scumbags in society? They all turn their backs on you after they've done their bidding!"

Upon hearing such astonishing words from Shen Lanni, Zhang Beixing felt a chill run down his spine.

Who's pulling up their pants and then denying it? Pshaw, they never even took them off!

This is blatant slander!

The military library is a noisy place, and who knows how such an irresponsible rumor will sound if it gets embellished by the masses and reaches An Ran's ears.

Zhang Beixing stepped forward and swiftly covered Shen Lanni's mouth with his hand.

"Children speak without restraint, children speak without restraint!"

Shen Lanni was, after all, a Taekwondo expert. Zhang Beixing had no intention of restraining her, so she easily broke free and spoke in an unquestionable tone.

"Then it's settled. We'll have a combat exercise no later than next month."

After saying that, without giving Zhang Beixing a chance to refuse, she grabbed Ye Cunxin and turned to leave.

Zhang Beixing was left standing in front of the library, sighing deeply. What a tragedy!
Ye Cunxin, who was walking briskly forward, secretly turned around, stuck out her tongue at Zhang Beixing, and gave him a sly smile.

Zhang Beixing shook his head helplessly, "Women and petty men are indeed difficult to deal with; the ancients were right."

Forget about these upsetting things, studying is more important.

With this thought in mind, Zhang Beixing shook his head, banishing the chaotic thoughts from his mind, and strode into the library.

Zhang Beixing was a regular at the library. It was rare for an officer of his rank to go to the library every day, and the librarian had a deep impression of him.

As Zhang Beixing entered, the administrator waved to him familiarly.

"Colonel Zhang, someone is looking for you."

Zhang Beixing was taken aback. What was going on? Why was someone looking for him as soon as he entered the door?
What's going on today? Is it just bad luck? Can't a person just have some peace and quiet to read?
Zhang Beixing glanced to the side and saw a man in camouflage combat uniform standing in a corner not far away, waving at him.

"Who are you?"

Zhang Bei walked over, sat down, and looked up to ask.

Seeing Zhang Beixing sit down on his own, the man followed suit.

The man appeared to be in his thirties, with a kind smile, but his brows revealed a masculine air, as if he were a skilled warrior.

"Hello, my name is Yuan Lang."

Zhang Beixing nodded. "What brings you here?"

The man named Yuan Lang suddenly stood up and saluted, then lowered his hand and smiled slightly.

"I've heard so much about you, so I came to see what my future boss is like."

As he spoke, Yuan Lang chuckled to himself and said, "He's even younger than I imagined. I feel like I've wasted all these years."

Your immediate supervisor?

Zhang Beixing frowned slightly, then pointed to his nose.

"I?"

“Yes.” Yuan Lang sat down again. “Starting tomorrow, Old A will be incorporated into the Xiaolong Brigade to form an infantry combat system and assist the company commander in completing the selection and training of new recruits. And you will be my company commander.”

Old A?

Upon hearing these familiar words, Zhang Beixing pondered for a moment, then suddenly realized what they meant.

"Are you Yuan Lang?"

Yuan Lang smiled and nodded: "Didn't we already introduce it?"

“I mean, you’re… one of Old A’s men.” Zhang Beixing was momentarily speechless, unsure of what to say next.

When he heard Yuan Lang's name during his self-introduction, Zhang Beixing didn't have any particular impression of him, but when he heard the code name "Old A," he immediately remembered it.

Isn't this the one—

I can only drink one jin of liquor, but I'll drink two jin with you!

I can only drink two ounces of liquor, but I'll drink with you to the death!

A glint of light flashed in Zhang Beixing's eyes, followed by a hint of surprise. It was him!
Having been in the military region for a year, I never imagined that the "Old A" from the Soldier's Assault program was actually a special forces unit of the Southeast Military Region.

This was an unexpected surprise.

As the combat command officer of the Old A, Yuan Lang was undoubtedly one of the most competent. Putting aside everything else, the fact that Yuan Lang's rank was the same as his own, and that he had earned it step by step through his military achievements, was not to be underestimated.

I suddenly recalled the thunderous ceremony that I witnessed when I passed by the armored warfare zone's parade ground this morning.

It seems there will be some familiar faces that they themselves know, but that the others don't know about them.

After a moment of silence, Zhang Beixing looked at Yuan Lang solemnly again and began to introduce himself.

"In that case, let's get acquainted. My name is Zhang Beixing, the current captain of the Red Cell Special Operations Team and the squadron leader of the Xiaolong Brigade."

"It was like thunder in my ears." Yuan Lang nodded with a smile.

Zhang Beixing raised an eyebrow slightly, seemingly lost in thought. Looking into Yuan Lang's eyes, he asked slowly and deliberately, with a half-smile.

"Oh? Judging from your tone, the lieutenant colonel seems to be somewhat dissatisfied with me?"

What kind of organization is the army? ...

They were as close as family, without distinction of rank or social status, yet their social hierarchy was clear and their order strict.

As a junior officer, one should always address superiors of higher rank as "commander"—this is an ironclad rule.

Without rules, nothing can be accomplished. Yuan Lang's questioning was clearly against the rules.

Yuan Lang smiled faintly and did not respond directly.

"I'm over thirty, long past the age of youthful impetuosity, so naturally I wouldn't do something so improper. It's just..."

Zhang Beixing stared at him silently. Yuan Lang paused briefly, then continued:
"As a commander of a team, the collective will is sometimes far more important than personal ideas."

"Old A has always been a unique infantry special operations force. Suddenly facing reorganization and reorganization, some members inevitably have different opinions."

Before Yuan Lang could finish speaking, Zhang Beixing decisively interrupted and asked:

"Is this someone else's voice, or your own?"

The direct question left Yuan Lang speechless for a moment.

Although no answer was given, the answer was clear.

Zhang Beixing suddenly changed the subject and asked, "Does 'Old A' mean ACE, which stands for ace in the military?"

Yuan Lang shook his head, his expression more serious than ever before: "That's not the case."

"Perhaps some people in the military region have made Old A seem like a god, but at least in my opinion, Old A never considers himself to be number one."

"Because this idea is naive. It's ridiculous for a special forces unit that has never been tested in war during peacetime to call itself number one."

"In my opinion, the Ace is more like the Ace we usually keep hidden in our hand when playing poker. We save our strongest moves for last, to catch the enemy off guard and deliver a fatal blow."

Zhang Beixing raised the corners of his mouth slightly and asked in return:
Is it difficult to put it first?

Yuan Lang was taken aback, not understanding what he meant.

Zhang Beixing sighed softly and said slowly, "Since ancient times, there has never been a first in literature, but there has always been a second in martial arts."

"We soldiers are born to fight. Whether we are number one or not, the competition will tell."

The outcome will be clear after a contest.
Upon hearing this, Yuan Lang's expression visibly changed. This seemingly ordinary sentence suddenly stirred up a storm in his heart, which had been as calm as still water.

Yeah, we'll know whether Old A is number one or not after we play them!

Such a simple truth, yet I was blinded by a single leaf and could not see Mount Tai.

Yuan Lang fell into deep thought and remained motionless for a long time.

Zhang Beixing stood up and looked down at Yuan Lang, saying:
"I believe you have no more doubts in your mind. As for whether your subordinates do, I don't care. They are not qualified to discuss this with me. Whether they oppose or question the integration of JF-17, I don't care."

"I have no interest in showing off my power in the old A unit. I'm too lazy to do that kind of cliché. Those who trust me can stay, and those who don't want to stay can leave at any time. I will not try to keep them, nor do I want to."

"For soldiers, obeying orders is their duty. I am their commander, and they are their soldiers. As soldiers, we must obey orders!"

"If they insist on discussing anything, they should wait until their rank is the same as mine before demanding an equal dialogue."

After saying all this in one breath, Zhang Beixing's brows relaxed. Looking at Yuan Lang, who was sitting still, he knew that his peaceful reading time in the library today was probably ruined.

Thinking of this, he pushed the chair back, took a few steps, and then turned around and pushed the chair back to its original position.

Regardless of what Yuan Lang was thinking, he turned around and walked straight out of the library.

As they reached the door, Yuan Lang suddenly stood up and, disregarding the regulations, shouted at Zhang Beixing's retreating figure:
"Can you make Old A a true Old A?"

Zhang Beixing paused, but did not turn around. He simply raised his voice and replied:

"Then you'll have to help me."

Although the answer was irrelevant, it still gave Yuan Lang confidence.

Yuan Lang's face lit up with an unprecedentedly cheerful smile, and his response was concise and straightforward:
"it is good!"

Zhang Beixing smiled slightly and left without lingering.

Afterwards, Yuan Lang was ordered by his superiors to write a 3,000-word self-criticism for violating military regulations.

……

Reading time always flies by, and in the blink of an eye, two days have passed.

On the Wolf Fang training ground, countless flags fluttered in the wind, making a whooshing sound.

Against the backdrop of distant mountains, an endless barbed wire fence forms an iron defense line.

Dozens of military vehicles were parked around the training ground, and military green containers were scattered on the muddy ground. The temporary sunshades were also covered with camouflage netting.

From a distance, it looks like a green ocean.

Zhang Nengliang finally understood.

He decided to stay in the Ninth Brigade and gave up the opportunity to be selected as a special forces soldier.

Actually, his decision-making process is somewhat arbitrary.

Simply put, it's about flipping a coin.

But Zhang Nengliang himself expressed it very artistically, and at first glance, it seemed to have a profound meaning.

When you can't decide, flip a coin.

One positive and one negative, each with a 50% probability.

However, what determines your choice is not the coin itself, but the moment you toss it in the air, when you already understand what your true desire is.

The moment the coin soared into the air, Zhang Nengliang realized that he actually preferred driving a tank.

All of the above stemmed from admiration and longing for Zhang Beixing personally.

But as Zhang Beixing's pace quickened, Zhang Nengliang realized that the idea of ​​wanting to stand shoulder to shoulder with him was truly laughable.

All he could do was try his best to keep Zhang Beixing's figure from disappearing completely.

If he can't be number one, how can Zhang Nengliang, with his proud nature, tolerate it?

Driving a tank and striving to become a true king of armored soldiers—this is the choice Zhang Nengliang believes he should make right now.

When Zhang Nengliang informed Zhang Beixing of his decision, Zhang Beixing was not surprised and expressed his understanding and support.

This matter is temporarily concluded.

Long ago, Zhang Beixing's reputation as the "Demon King" had already spread like wildfire among newbies, causing quite a stir and making people tremble at the mere mention of his name.

The reason they don't call it "devil" is because newbies feel that the word "devil" is not enough to describe the rumored harshness of Zhangbei.

Upon hearing the new recruits' affectionate way of addressing him, Zhang Beixing didn't get angry but laughed, and immediately made a decision:

"Alright! From now on, my code name will be 'Demon King'!"

Soon, the "Devil's Hell Week," which terrified the rookie candidates, began.
The event has officially begun!

Demon King Zhang Beixing.

Zhang Beixing was quite satisfied with this code name.

When the Red Cell Special Operations Group was first established, each member had their own code name.

He Chenguang's code name is Falcon, Wang Yanbing's code name is Flamingo, Li Erniu's code name is Water Buffalo, Song Kaifei's code name is Pilot, and Xu Tianlong's code name is Dragon.

Only Zhang Beixing has yet to be given a unique code name.

Things are different now. Zhang Beixing has a code name now. He walks with high spirits and is so satisfied that he almost wants to award these new recruits certificates.

He Chenguang led the team, and the members lined up neatly in front of the base gate, waiting for Zhang Beixing's instructions.

Zhang Beixing waved his hand and said succinctly, "Today is the first day of the Xiaolong Squadron's selection training. You are all veterans, it's time to show these rookies what you're made of. Give these rookies the same rigorous training you received from Miao Lang and Tu Lang back in the day!"

"Understood!!" The team members' smiles were tinged with a hint of ferocity.

Having finally become a veteran, how could I easily let go of this great opportunity!
The formation of the JF-17 Thunder Squadron consists of two parts.

Part of them are former infantry special operations units of the old A, who are responsible for this selection and training.

The other part consists of more than 200 elite non-commissioned officers selected from companies of various army groups, one in ten thousand.

In the days to come, without exception, these people will undergo the most rigorous and intense training.

This is the infamous Hell Week!

However, "Hell Week" is just a name; it doesn't mean the training only lasts one week, but rather that this grueling training will continue continuously for a week. If one week isn't enough, then two weeks; if two weeks aren't enough, then three weeks!

No one may rest until the training meets the requirements of Zhangbei.

Even after Hell Week ends, what awaits them in the future will still be most of their time spent in training and a small amount of time spent in actual combat.

When Zhang Beixing led his team to the field training ground in jeeps, the sandy training ground was already full of rookies waiting to be selected.

Yuan Lang's team of soldiers was very responsible, arriving at the field base early and maintaining order on site. By the time Zhang Beixing arrived, the candidates had stopped talking and were all standing upright and neatly lined up on the parade ground, saving Zhang Beixing a lot of trouble.

Zhang Beixing jumped out of the jeep, followed by Red Cell team members armed with various weapons, and walked towards Yuan Lang.

Seeing the situation on the spot, Zhang Beixing nodded in satisfaction.

"Old Yuan, well done, you've saved me a lot of trouble. In that case, let's get started right away."

Yuan Lang stood at attention, saluted, turned around, and shouted loudly:
"Attention! Silence!"

Zhang Beixing walked slowly forward, his gaze sweeping across the entire room.

After a brief silence, a slow and unhurried voice gradually echoed:
"Hello everyone, let me introduce myself first. You should all have heard of me. My name is Zhang Beixing, and I am your squadron leader."

"Enough with the small talk. Since you've chosen to stand here, I believe everyone is ready to face the challenge." (End of Chapter)