I enlisted four times! My former unit blacklisted me.

In the evening, after the other soldiers finished their training and left, Wu Hanfeng left the four members of the special operations squad alone.

"Today, I'm going to teach you my unique skill."

Upon hearing this, the four people's fatigue vanished, and their eyes lit up.

"So sudden! You have so many unique skills, which one are you going to teach us?" Zhao Yihang was very excited.

"Brother Feng, stop keeping me in suspense."

"I'll teach you everything, so you'd better study hard."

"Wow! Brother Feng, why are you suddenly so serious? It sounds like you're about to give your last instructions!" Sun Dawei's voice trailed off.

"Is our special operations squad going to be disbanded?"

Qian Kun immediately lowered his eyes: "Brother Feng, if there's a price to pay, then don't teach us. We just need to follow you, and no one should separate us."

Wu Hanfeng: "..."

"What are you saying? I'm going to teach you hard qigong. Didn't you enjoy watching me fight before? Today I'll show you how to have some fun too."

The four people's hearts immediately settled.

"I was so scared, I thought Brother Feng was leaving."

"It's alright, it's alright, then I'm relieved. Hard qigong, the kind you did that self-torture with last time?"

"He wielded the rolling pin like a magic staff, but ended up beating himself half to death."

Thinking of Wu Hanfeng's progress in combat after his last training session, Zhao Yihang excitedly took off his jacket.

"Brother Feng, just tell me how to fight."

The other three looked at him like he was an alien.

"No, Lao Zhao, you accepted it so quickly?"

"We haven't even finished our internal struggle, and you're already prepared to get beaten up?"

Zhao Yihang's expression was resolute: "I'll have to accept it sooner or later, so I might as well face it calmly."

Qian Kun, Sun Dawei, and Ma Teng: "..."

You're awesome!

You installed it again.

If it weren't for your legs shaking like a leaf, we would have actually believed it.

I really want to award you an Oscar for Best Acting.

Wu Hanfeng nodded in satisfaction: "Look at Yihang's awareness, you should all learn from him."

The three of them couldn't help but roll their eyes at Zhao Yihang's forced composure.

"Kun'er, go and get the broken mop handle from the tool shed."

Qian Kun nervously swallowed and jogged back to retrieve it.

"Let me show you how: first, tense all your muscles, take a deep breath, and focus your energy in your lower abdomen."

In an instant, Wu Hanfeng entered a state of hard qigong.

Although she looks no different from before, she feels completely different.

"Qian Kun, hit me in the back."

"Ah...ah? Me? This...this isn't a good idea, is it?"

"Just hit him when I tell you to, that's an order!"

Qian Kun took a deep breath and gently patted Wu Hanfeng on the back.

"Put some effort into it, didn't you eat?" Wu Hanfeng roared.

Qian Kun gritted his teeth, closed his eyes, and this time used seventy percent of his strength.

"Qian Kun, put in the effort! Use the same strength you had when you fainted in the pigsty. Your strength is like a tickle."

thump—

This time, the stick struck Wu Hanfeng squarely. Qian Kun thought he had used too much force and quickly let go.

But Wu Hanfeng smiled excitedly: "That's more like it!"

Wu Hanfeng showed his back, and this time, unlike his first disheveled appearance, there wasn't even a red mark.

"Remember, the key to hard qigong is the coordination of muscles and qi to resist external forces. You can try it yourselves; I'll strike with only 30% of my strength."

The four men imitated each other, holding their breath. Wu Hanfeng took a stick and lightly hit Zhao Yihang on the back, causing Zhao Yihang to scream in pain on the spot.

"Muscles! Your back muscles aren't tense enough, let's try again!"

Wu Hanfeng would strike one person after another, offering suggestions based on their physical condition after each strike.

Soon after, bruises appeared on the backs and arms of the group.

The other soldiers were almost at their barracks when they heard screams erupting from the training ground.

"Ah—ah—it hurts—"

Everyone curiously returned to see what was happening.

The soldiers were stunned when they saw what happened next.

Wu Hanfeng was seen using a broken mop handle to beat several members of the special operations squad until they were screaming in pain.

The veteran immediately rushed forward, shouting, "Stop fighting! Stop fighting!"

"No matter what mistake someone makes, you should never use corporal punishment!"

"If you hit them again, you'll kill them!"

A group of veterans hurriedly protected the four new recruits.

Chen Zhiyuan snatched the mop handle from Wu Hanfeng's hand: "Wu Hanfeng! I think you've gone mad! Military regulations are right here, they've been repeatedly ordered not to physically punish soldiers, you're trying to beat them to death."

"Aren't their grades pretty good? I know you have high expectations, but you also have to give them room to improve."

Wu Hanfeng was stunned by what Chen Zhiyuan said.

"Old Chen, what did you say? Give it to me."

"Give them my ass! You've almost killed them all."

"Huh? Isn't this fine?" Wu Hanfeng explained, "Oh dear, you misunderstood. I was teaching them hard qigong, the move I used in the match with you last time. They saw how I beat their opponent into a pulp and they all wanted to learn it, so I'm teaching them today."

Chen Zhiyuan: "..."

Damn it!

This kid deliberately embarrassed me in front of so many people.

I really want to hit him with a stick.

"Nonsense!" Chen Zhiyuan roared. "Is this how you teach people? Look at the state you've left them!"

The other soldiers were also shocked.

You call getting beaten up training?

"Company Commander, we're alright." Zhao Yihang wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, his eyes resolute.

The other three also stood upright, their bodies covered in wounds, but their expressions and demeanor were completely different.

"Company Commander, Brother Feng is beating us to improve our resilience, which is what we want to train for."

Chen Zhiyuan: "..."

"Old Chen, they are my soldiers. I will arrange how to train them. No one wants them to do better than me."

"Besides, didn't you watch me train in basic training? See, I'm still doing just fine, aren't I?"

He snatched the stick from Chen Zhiyuan's hand and said to the other veterans:

"I know you all mean well. Please disperse. I'm leading a special forces training squad, so I won't see you off any further."

The veterans made way, looking bewildered.

Wu Hanfeng then continued to inflict his corporal punishment.

The veterans' lips twitched, their faces filled with worry: "Company Commander, is everything alright?"

"Let him be." Chen Zhiyuan angrily shook off his hand. "I can't control him."