Soldiers' Assault: Veteran Special Agents and New Recruits

Chapter 111 A Battle of Wits with Yuan Lang (Please Subscribe and Vote)

The all-white building in front of him was both familiar and unfamiliar to Jackie Chan.

I have a deep memory of watching the TV series back then.

The building is designed like a school dormitory building, with a continuous corridor on the outside of each floor, followed by rows of dormitory rooms.

Now I have come here in person and am about to move into this dormitory building.

Jackie Chan was truly deeply moved.

In contrast to Jackie Chan's calm and composed demeanor, as he surveyed the familiar yet unfamiliar house before him, he looked forward to the interesting new life to come.

Xu Sanduo, Wu Liuyi, and Cheng Cai, however, were not so calm.

Anticipation, excitement, and nervousness.

It became the dominant theme of their emotions!

The two veteran sentries standing at the door immediately stood at attention and saluted when they saw Yuan Lang coming over.

Yuan Lang did not return the gift, nor did he button his uniform or wear his hat. He exuded a casual and relaxed demeanor, as if he were at home.

"This is it, your temporary dormitory. You'll be staying here during the training camp."

After Yuan Lang finished speaking, he pointed to a similar building a few dozen meters away across from the dormitory and said, "I live over there. I hope you can move there soon, instead of ending your stay here."

These words are Yuan Lang's true feelings.

This was also the last heartfelt word Yuan Lang uttered before the end of the training camp.

"Yes, sir."

Cheng Cai snapped to attention and saluted, saying loudly, "Please rest assured, sir, this is just the beginning. We will move there as soon as possible."

Cheng Cai's habit of boasting and showing off remained unchanged even after two years in the army.

Yuan Lang glanced at Cheng Cai and his lips curled slightly. He didn't comment on Cheng Cai's words, but only he knew what he was thinking. He then shouted at the top of his lungs, "Qi Huan!"

"arrive!"

An answer came from inside the building.

Then Qi Huan, wearing a round-brimmed boonie hat, Cypriot woodland camouflage, and American desert boots, looked exceptionally cool.

With a folder tucked under his left arm, he ran down the stairs, taking three steps at a time.

He stood at attention and saluted Yuan Lang, saying, "Captain."

"Have all the pumpkins that need cleaning arrived?" Yuan Lang asked.

"Report, 40 out of 44 have been loaded, only the 4 you brought are missing," Qi Huan replied loudly.

"Alright, you can take care of the four of them. Find two places and just stuff them in. I'm going back to rest now."

After Yuan Lang finished speaking, he turned and left, but he deliberately glanced at Jackie Chan.

There was a certain meaning in his eyes.

From his perspective, Jackie Chan interpreted Yuan Lang's gaze as simply a provocation.

It was as if Yuan Lang was saying to him, "You really are good at causing trouble. You made me very passive in our two encounters. Now that you've come to my territory, I'd like to see if you can still jump around like this."

The most prominent feature is a competitive spirit, coupled with a touch of curiosity and anticipation.

It's not that I have a problem with Jackie Chan.

It's purely because he failed twice under Jackie Chan's leadership that he lost face as the team leader. He has to find a way to turn things around and regain his dignity.

In this regard.

Jackie Chan gave Yuan Lang a bright and confident smile as a form of retaliation.

The meaning can be summed up in just six characters—

Just you wait and see!

Yuan Lang seemed to understand what Jackie Chan meant. He didn't expect Jackie Chan to be so confident even after joining the Old A team. He raised an eyebrow and was stunned for a moment.

Then he laughed.

He turned and left gracefully.

The silent exchange of glances between the two set the stage for the exciting drama to come.

Qi Huan had no idea that before the training camp had even officially started, his captain and the newly arrived Pumpkin had already engaged in a silent battle of wits.

He approached Jackie Chan and his three companions with a sour face and gave them a cold look.

They were practically face to face, breathing onto each other's faces.

An attempt to exert psychological pressure.

Xu Sanduo, Cheng Cai, and Wu Liuyi looked over and were genuinely frightened by Qi Huan's dark face. They all stood up straight and forced smiles on their faces.

But when it came to Jackie Chan's turn, the style completely changed.

Standing at 1.82 meters tall, Qi Huan could easily overwhelm the three people in front of him with his imposing height, making them feel the intimidation from Old A.

However, when he stood next to Jackie Chan, who is 1.96 meters tall.

Not only was it impossible for Qi Huan to look down, but the scene also became quite comical.

With a dark face, glaring eyes, and head held high, Qi Huan stared fiercely at Jackie Chan, but he didn't exude any intimidation. Instead, he looked rather strange.

It almost made Jackie Chan burst out laughing.

From Jackie Chan's perspective, Qi Huan looks remarkably like the famous comedic scene in the movie "The God of Cookery" where Stephen Chow transforms into an old lady and looks up at someone with a menacing expression.

This scene is absolutely hilarious!

If Jackie Chan hadn't had enough self-control to forcefully suppress the laughter that almost burst out, he might have actually laughed so hard that he spat saliva all over Qi Huan's face.

Qi Huan himself clearly felt that looking up at Jackie Chan to intimidate him was indeed a bit awkward.

And the more you look at it, the more awkward it becomes.

He quickly took two steps back, pretending to be nonchalant, and opened the folder he had just brought with him, saying, "From left to right, please state your unit and name in order."

"Report, this is Sergeant Xu Sanduo, Training Team, 702nd Regiment, Infantry Division, 84th Group Army."

Xu Sanduo, who was at the front of the line, was the first to answer, followed by the other three in turn.

"Reporting, Cheng Cai, First-Class Sergeant, 3rd Mechanized Infantry Company, 702nd Regiment, 84th Group Army Infantry Division."

"Report, Sergeant Wu Liuyi, Second Class, Training Team, 702nd Regiment, Infantry Division, 84th Group Army."

"Report, Cheng Long, First Class Sergeant, 3rd Mechanized Infantry Company, 702nd Regiment, 84th Group Army Infantry Division."

"Snap!"

After Qi Huan finished checking, he closed the folder tightly.

"Does being in a group make you so great? Huh?"

Qi Huan suddenly raised his voice several octaves and yelled into Xu Sanduo's face, "Do you have to be so loud? Do you have ears?"

Xu Sanduo's face was sprayed with spittle, but he was too scared to make a move.

"They're here, they're here, the familiar ones are here," Jackie Chan thought to himself with amusement.

For Jackie Chan, who was a special forces instructor in his previous life, what Qi Huan did was all too familiar to him, and he used it much more skillfully than Qi Huan himself.

It is clear that the series of actions taken by Qi Huan are the basic procedures that must be followed before training begins.

No matter how loud or soft your voice is, it won't stop the instructor from giving you a good scolding.

If you speak too loudly, you'll get yelled at; if you speak too softly, you'll get yelled at too.

The main point is to give it a wake-up call.

Jackie Chan was very clear about the training process, so he naturally wouldn't object to Qi Huan's behavior, because he knew it was all an act.

Qi Huan had no idea that he was showing off his limited skills in front of an expert, and continued with his "three fires to start the training".

He sprayed Xu Sanduo's face with spittle, gave Cheng Cai and Wu Liuyi a look that said "you'll be sorry," and then set his sights on their luggage.

He raised his big foot and kicked them all over the place, sending all four of their travel bags flying.

He yelled again, "What are you doing? Why are you carrying so much stuff? Are you here for tourism? Why didn't you bring your whole house with you?"

Cheng Cai watched his belongings being kicked away, and deliberately said loudly in annoyance, "Report, we came here with no intention of leaving, so we brought everything we could."

Did I give you permission to speak?

Qi Huan strode up to Cheng Cai, pounding his chest with his right fist as he shouted, "You think you have a mouth? Do you need to answer?"

After yelling, he still didn't feel relieved, so he ran over and kicked Cheng Cai's bag.

"Excuse me, may I speak?"

Having learned from Cheng Cai's example, Xu Sanduo suddenly became smarter.

"Speak up, don't be silly," Qi Huan said irritably.

"Could you be a little gentler? That was a gift from my comrade. What if you break it?" Xu Sanduo said seriously.

"No wonder Yuan Lang called him stubborn. He's probably the only one in the world who would say something like that in this kind of situation." Jackie Chan chuckled silently.

While the instructors are trying to establish their authority, the trainees only need to keep their mouths shut and do nothing, and the matter will pass quickly.

But if you stand up and express your dissatisfaction, the instructor will be grinning from ear to ear.

Because that's exactly what he wanted.

Using an example to make an example of someone is far more effective than shouting yourself hoarse.

Qi Huan was secretly delighted that a fool had offered himself up.

His face remained as taut as charcoal as he leaned close to Xu Sanduo and roared, "From the moment you arrived here, you were no longer human. You're just a rotten, smelly pumpkin. You have no right to negotiate with me, understand?"

If you don't understand, that's fine. Just grab your luggage, turn around, and get out of here. The training camp doesn't need another pumpkin like you.

Qi Huan's words were very harsh, to the point that he was about to leave Old A.

Wu Liuyi, Cheng Cai, and Xu Sanduo all tensed up. No matter how unhappy they were, they dared not speak anymore, and their expressions became extremely solemn.

Only Jackie Chan remained calm, like an outsider watching a play.

Qi Huan glanced at Jackie Chan.

He disliked Jackie Chan's composure, which gave him a sense of helplessness and powerlessness, but he couldn't think of a way to deal with Jackie Chan in a short time.

Since Jackie Chan didn't take the initiative to cause trouble, Qi Huan could only put it aside for the time being.

He took a step back and ordered, "If you don't want to get out of here, then behave yourselves and do whatever I tell you. Now pick up your garbage bags and follow me."

Needless to say, Jackie Chan, with his very clear mind, quickly took a few steps and followed with his luggage.

Xu Sanduo, Wu Liuyi, and Cheng Cai quickly picked up their travel bags that had been kicked away, jogged a few steps to catch up, and followed Qi Huan to the left side of the first floor.

The group of five quickly arrived at the storage room, where they heard Qi Huan spewing a string of spittle.

In short, it can be summed up in one sentence.

Leave behind the trash you don't need, and take the things you do need with you.

The travel bags were stored in the storage room, and since they all had names written on them, there was no mistake. Jackie Chan and his group, carrying backpacks, followed Qi Huan up the stairs to the second floor.

As they walked uphill, Qi Huan explained the rules.

"Once you're here, you have to follow the rules. The schedule is: lights out at 9 p.m., wash up at 6 a.m., breakfast at 6:30 a.m., lunch at 12 p.m., and dinner at 6 p.m.

You're lucky to get three meals a day.

You are not allowed to go downstairs without permission at any time. You must have my and the other instructors' permission to go out. However, you'd better not bother me.

You are not allowed to enter other people's dormitories without permission, you are not allowed to communicate with base personnel, you are not allowed to inquire about the scores during the special training, and you are not allowed to use your random things to contact anyone outside.

The only means of communication is by letter, and I must be the one to send them all.

"During the special training, you didn't have names, only pumpkin numbers?"

Qi Huan explained the rules that needed to be followed during the special training period. Just as he finished speaking, they arrived at the entrance to the balcony staircase on the third floor.

He turned and pointed at Cheng Cai, saying, "You, forty-one."

Then he pointed to Xu Sanduo, Wu Liuyi, and Cheng Long one by one and said, "Forty-two, forty-three, and forty-four are your numbers."

Someone in the second dormitory room next to the one on the left heard the noise outside and curiously opened the door to see what was happening.

The moment he poked his head out, before anyone could even see clearly, Qi Huan roared and charged at him, yelling, "You pumpkin head, sticking your head out like you want to get shot?"

The trainees were startled and immediately shrank back.

Qi Huan walked back with satisfaction, kicked open the door of the first room on the left in the stairwell, pointed at the door and said, "Forty-one, forty-three, this is your doghouse, get in here right now."

(End of this chapter)