He was so persuasive that he actually practiced extraordinary

Yuan Lang pondered for a moment, then insisted, "The Red Cell Special Operations Group remains an independent special forces unit and will not be incorporated into the Xiaolong Brigade. With the foundation of the old A team and the new recruits, the brigade has less than fifty people in total, which is equivalent to a company. If we apply for company-level funding from the military region, it will probably be very difficult."

These words refer not only to military matters, but also to politics and economics, a point that Zhang Beixing had previously overlooked.

When Yuan Lang frankly brought it up, Zhang Beixing was taken aback.

"That's a tricky problem. Thanks for reminding me, the financial burden of an army used for fighting is terrifying. It seems I'm really not cut out for managing money."

Zhang Beixing chuckled self-deprecatingly. As a super-rich second-generation heir who had grown up in a privileged family, his concept of money was indeed somewhat vague.

Then, Zhang Beixing looked at Yuan Lang with an expression of understanding and asked, "So, what good ideas do you have?"

Yuan Lang seemed to have thought about this question beforehand, and immediately answered.

"I suggest keeping the number of new recruits around fifty. This would make the numbers look better. We can also implement a bottom-ranking elimination system, taking in some barely qualified soldiers first. If they perform well, they can stay; if not, they can be sent back to their original units. We can also replenish the ranks in real time."

After listening to Yuan Lang's explanation, Zhang Beixing felt that there were some issues, but he couldn't think of a better idea for the time being, so he nodded, which was considered as agreeing to the suggestion.

"Let's do it your way for now. But for the first week of physical training, starting tomorrow, everyone must carry more than 50 kilograms of weight and run 10 kilometers three times a day, morning, noon and evening. We'll weed out some of the rookies who aren't physically fit."

Carrying a load of fifty kilograms?

Thirty kilometers of long-distance off-road driving every day?
This is not an intensity that ordinary soldiers can withstand; even reconnaissance soldiers probably couldn't endure such strenuous training.

However, this is indeed a method for selecting elites; it is the most basic and also the most effective.

Yuan Lang nodded emphatically.

"No problem, leave it to me."

Zhang Beixing gave a light "hmm" and continued, "After a week, we should have enough people, and then we can start the regular intensive training."

As he spoke, Zhang Beixing turned to look at He Chenguang, who was sitting in the back row, and said without further ado, "Falcon, the sniping course will be yours."

He Chenguang smiled broadly and had no objections.

Zhang Beixing thought for a moment, then picked up the walkie-talkie: "Longlong, are there any promising talents among these rookies? You, as a martial arts expert, have to train a few elite soldiers for me."

"Don't worry, Captain, I've been keeping an eye on things. There are a few good ones I can train individually," Xu Tianlong's voice came through the walkie-talkie.

Yuan Lang asked with amusement, "Squad leader, we've all been assigned training duties. What are you planning to do? You're not planning to just sit back and do nothing, are you?"

"What's wrong with being a hands-off manager? This is my first time as a squad leader, I'm just feeling my way across the river, taking it one step at a time."

Zhang Beixing chuckled, looking completely at ease.

"Of course I have more important things to do!"

Upon hearing Zhang Beixing's words, Yuan Lang and He Chenguang couldn't help but ask curiously.

"what's up?"

As soon as he finished speaking, He Chenguang regretted it, because the instant the words left his mouth, he guessed what the captain was going to say.

Sure enough, Zhang Beixing said with a serious and determined expression, "Of course it's studying!"

He Chenguang, who already knew Zhang Beixing's character, was both amused and exasperated; he should have known this would be the answer.

Yuan Lang was taken aback for a moment before remembering to flatter him. His attempt at flattery was quite awkward, and he said with a forced smile, "Reading ten thousand books makes one's writing flow like a god's. Reading is good; it's a good habit."

Zhang Beixing rolled his eyes at him: "Old Yuan, you should talk less and drink more in the future."

Knowing he wasn't good at flattery, Yuan Lang scratched his head and chuckled sheepishly.

"Alright, although I don't drink, I'll drink with you, even if it kills me."

Zhang Beixing secretly rolled his eyes.

Always talking about risking your life for someone, as if you have nine lives...

Amidst groans of pain, the nearly exhausted recruits dragged their weary bodies slowly toward the mess hall...

I already felt completely drained even though it had only just begun.

Everyone wore an indescribable bitterness on their faces, filled with despair for the days to come.

Before the meal was even served, many seats in the queue were already empty, as some people had already been eliminated.

Song Kaifei, also drenched in sweat, somehow found the energy to run up to Zhang Beixing and boast about himself triumphantly.

"Captain, how's it going? I'm not bragging, but none of these new recruits are any good fighters. They'll all be stuck following me around eating my dust!"

Zhang Beixing gave a thumbs up: "Not bad, you've successfully dealt them a blow. From now on, you'll eat, live, and train with them, continuing to spur the new recruits on to make progress."

"Go for it! I believe in you!"

"Huh? No way!"

Song Kaifei was struck dumb.

I just wanted to show off, but who would have thought that showing off would cost me my life?
Song Kaifei was on the verge of tears, clinging to Zhang Beixing's leg and refusing to let go.

"Waaah, Captain, I was wrong, I'll never be so cocky again."

"Get out of here!"

Song Kaifei muttered cautiously, "What about eating, living, and training together..."

"Hmm? You have a problem with that?"

Zhang Beixing glared at him, and Song Kaifei immediately became obedient, standing at attention and saying, "Report, no!"

Zhang Beixing nodded in satisfaction: "Tomorrow, call Erniu and the others. You take turns coming every day. We need to make the new recruits clearly see the gap and make them truly understand what a special forces unit is!"

Upon hearing this, Song Kaifei breathed a sigh of relief and smiled.

"Yes, sir! Mission accomplished!"

Zhang Beixing turned and called to Yuan Lang, preparing to go to the cafeteria for lunch together. Just then, his phone rang; it was a text message notification.

These days, besides telecom operators, who still sends text messages?
With a puzzled look in his eyes, Zhang Beixing took out his phone and glanced down at it.

Then, he froze on the spot.

Sender: Zhang Qing

The text message was also very brief, just a few words.

—Brother, I'm going back to the East China Sea.

Zhang Beixing stared at the contents of his phone for a while before he realized what was happening.

Oh right, I also have a younger sister.

However, since their parents divorced, the younger sister has been living abroad with her mother and they haven't seen each other for many years. Although the siblings occasionally contact each other on social media, they have had very few opportunities to communicate since enlisting in the military.

Zhang Qing, that little girl, must have grown into a young woman by now, right?

I've missed you dearly after all these years.

"Brother Xing, let's go eat. What are you daydreaming about?" Li Erniu and the others, who had hurriedly caught up with him upon hearing the sound of dinner being served, urged Zhang Beixing.

Putting his phone back in his pocket, Zhang Beixing sighed softly, looking at the large pots of food and bowls of meat in the cafeteria, and shook his head with regret.

"You guys go ahead and eat. This afternoon's training will be entirely in Lao Yuan's hands. Just cooperate with him."

Wang Yanbing asked, "Brother Xing, are you leaving the military region this afternoon?"

Zhang Beixing nodded: "Yeah, there's someone I need to meet." "Is it your new girlfriend?" Wang Yanbing asked cheekily.

"I think you want to get beaten up." Zhang Beixing glared at him and warned, "Don't spread rumors about me all the time. You know An Ran is a very petty person."

Wang Yanbing said with some grievance, "It's not that I'm spreading rumors. It's just that so many female soldiers ask me to deliver letters to you every day. I could at least be one of them. It's too enviable."

Xu Tianlong, also a bachelor, indignantly chimed in: "Exactly! Some are dying of thirst, while others are drowning in floods!"

Li Erniu, however, pretended to be serious: "Oh dear, Brother Xing must be very annoyed too. You wouldn't understand the bitterness in his heart."

"Screw you!"

Erniu was condemned by both of them.

"Don't you dare interrupt, you who already have a fiancée! Or you won't get any meat to eat later!"

Zhang Beixing waved his hand helplessly, thinking to himself, "What's wrong with these guys? All I did was finally find a girlfriend, why are they so envious every day?"

Having a girlfriend is exhausting; you feel completely drained every day, and you don't even have time to read!
"Don't give me that nonsense. Don't cause any trouble during training this afternoon. I'm leaving now."

"Don't worry, Xing-ge, we'll take care of training the new recruits!"

Several people made solemn promises.

……

It's about 100 kilometers from the military region to Donghai city. Walking is definitely not feasible, but driving is also inconvenient, since military vehicles cannot be used for private purposes.

However, it just so happened that the cooking team needed to go out to buy ingredients, which gave Zhang Beixing a ride.

Upon arriving at the market, the catering team's vehicle stopped, and Zhang Beixing took a taxi to Tunghai University, following the address sent by Zhang Qing via WeChat.

Tunghai University is the best university in Tunghai City, offering integrated undergraduate and master's programs. The campus environment is also quite beautiful, and the running Rubik's Cube sculpture at the school gate is a landmark of Tunghai City, attracting many tourists to take photos every year.

Looking around, the North Gate Square of the university was bustling with people, and the school's roller skating club and other clubs were organizing activities there, making it a very lively place.

Zhang Beixing paid the fare and got off the bus. Although the North Gate Square was crowded with people, he still spotted Zhang Qing at a glance.

There's nothing we can do about it; the Zhang family genes are just too strong.

After all, she was Zhang Beixing's younger sister, so she was naturally a stunning beauty who stood out wherever she went.

Zhang Qing wore a light purple nylon coat, which did not make her look old. Instead, it accentuated her graceful figure and youthful energy. Coupled with her delicate features, she attracted many passersby.

If you look closely, Zhang Beixing and Zhang Qing do look somewhat alike, especially their captivating peach blossom eyes, which are attractive to both men and women.

Zhang Beixing had thought that after so many years, the little girl would not recognize him, but it was clear that he had worried too much.

Whether it was a strange blood connection or not, at the same moment Zhang Beixing saw Zhang Qing, Zhang Qing also happened to look in this direction, and then a faint smile appeared on the corner of his mouth, and his narrow eyes narrowed slightly, making him look like a little fox.

Zhang Bei walked over and ruffled her hair vigorously, his tone affectionate.

"The little girl has grown taller; she's almost as tall as me now."

As soon as the words left his mouth, that barrier that had stood for so many years miraculously vanished without a trace.

Blood ties are indeed incredibly powerful.

"Can you stop rubbing my head? I'm eighteen now, not a child anymore." Zhang Qing glared at him indignantly, looking both cute and fierce.

Zhang Beixing snorted lightly, still in a nonchalant tone.

"Tch, anyway, I'll always be a year older than you. In my eyes, you'll always be a kid. Just accept your fate for the rest of your life."

Seeing her brother's practiced movements and roguish demeanor, Zhang Qing felt a warm glow in her heart and felt very comfortable.

Time has not erased the traces of our familiarity.

very nice.

Zhang Qing shook his head vigorously like a rattle-drum, using all his strength, and finally managed to break free from Zhang Beixing's clutches.

Under Zhang Beixing's resentful gaze, Zhang Qing, who had escaped the clutches of evil, asked with a grin.

"You started by ruffling my hair, do you miss me a lot?"

"A day apart feels like three autumns, I miss you terribly!" Zhang Beixing said with an exaggerated expression.

As soon as he finished speaking, Zhang Qing was slightly taken aback, just as Zhang Beixing was wondering if he had said something wrong.

Zhang Qing winked mischievously and said with a serious expression, "Brother, you seem to have changed a bit."

"Will it get better or worse?"

"Um……"

Zhang Qing pondered and muttered to himself.

"You must be getting better. I always thought you were listless and like a salted fish, spending all your time at home playing games and reading comics."

Zhang Beixing curled his lip and retorted indignantly, "So, in your heart, I'm just a good-for-nothing?"

"As if you're not the same?"

Zhang Qing retorted without holding back.

"Forehead……"

Well, I really can't refute that; it seems I used to be like that.

Zhang Beixing waved his hand, sighed in an old-fashioned manner.

"Don't always look at people with prejudice. Your brother is a soldier now, so he's definitely different."

what?
soldier?

Upon hearing this, Zhang Qing was clearly taken aback.

A look of astonishment crossed his face, and he asked incredulously.

"Huh? Brother, why did you join the army? When did that happen? I had no idea..."

As he spoke, a rather resentful expression appeared on his face.

Her expression seemed to be complaining to Zhang Beixing: Why don't you tell me anything? Do you even consider me your sister anymore?
Zhang Beixing said casually, "It's not a big deal, there's no need to notify us. Besides, it's not too late to find out now."

Zhang Qing muttered under her breath, "I thought Dad would let you study financial management, or at least go to a university for civil engineering or something. Besides, didn't you used to dream of becoming a cartoonist?"

"Serving in the army was also my dream," Zhang Beixing said matter-of-factly.

"You lie without even blushing..."

"Alright, enough about me." Zhang Beixing looked at Zhang Qing and asked with a puzzled expression, "Let's talk about you instead. Weren't you studying music at Berkeley? Why did you suddenly return to China without a word?"

"It's not a big deal, you can come back if you want, why bother saying anything?"

Zhang Beixing: "???"

Well, that's a very strong reason. As expected of someone from the same lineage, Zhang Beixing had no complaints.

Zhang Qing was very pleased to see Zhang Beixing get his comeuppance.

"Actually, our school and Donghai University are having a music exchange event. Since I'm Chinese, the important tasks of leading the team and translating naturally fell to me. I was assigned this task at the last minute, and I contacted you as soon as I got off the plane." (End of Chapter)