Soldiers' Assault: Veteran Special Agents and New Recruits

Chapter 115 A Strange Emergency Assembly! (Please Subscribe)

"Can't bend it? How is that possible?"

Jackie Chan's hand remained motionless, but Tuo Yonggang refused to believe it and gritted his teeth to exert force again.

This time, I really gave it my all!

Tuo Yonggang's neck and face turned red from holding it in, and the veins on his face bulged out, as if he was trying to hold in his poop, making "ah ah" sounds in his throat.

Tuo Yonggang thought that he had done his best and was sure he could break Jackie Chan's wrist.

Even though Jackie Chan is a big guy.

Unfortunately, the idea was beautiful, but reality was cruel; Jackie Chan's hand remained completely still.

"How...how is this possible?"

Tuo Yonggang was so shocked that his pupils trembled as if an earthquake had struck.

He had used all his strength, unable to comprehend how the difference in strength between two arms could be so vast, to the point of being unshakeable.

"Something seems off to me."

Wu Zhe frowned, his inner emotions churning violently like boiling water.

As a high-achieving student with two bachelor's and one master's degrees, Wu Zhe's understanding of the human body far surpasses that of ordinary people; he possesses profound knowledge that most people are unaware of.

However, the terrifying power that Jackie Chan displayed was far beyond his comprehension.

Wu Zhe was deeply shocked!

"Boss, why aren't you moving? Hurry up and use your strength to pull him down."

Xu Sanduo was given a good lesson by Jackie Chan, and he stopped acting like a simpleton who always acted like a leader. Instead, he became a big fan of Jackie Chan.

"I fucking refuse to believe it."

Tuo Yonggang was on the verge of a mental breakdown. He took a deep breath and exerted all his strength once again.

This time, his eyes were red and bloodshot.

This is the final limit.

But it's warm!

Jackie Chan can deadlift 1000 pounds in sets, making him a freakish monster in terms of strength. Trying to arm wrestle with him is just asking for trouble.

No matter how hard Tuo Yonggang tried, Jackie Chan's arm remained as steady as a mountain.

Tuo Yonggang was exerting himself to the point of screaming.

Jackie Chan's arm remained strong, and he maintained a relaxed and carefree smile on his face. He even managed to take the time to tease Tuo Yonggang.

"Hey, number 27, if one hand isn't enough, how about trying with both? If you can pull it down with both hands, I'll still consider you the winner, how about it?"

Jackie Chan's words were absolutely devastating.

Tuo Yonggang's last bit of confidence was shattered by Jackie Chan's words, leaving him only with a sense of helplessness and despair.

"You win."

Realizing that the gap between the two sides was too great, and that continuing would only lead to humiliation, Tuo Yonggang decisively withdrew his hand.

They readily admitted defeat.

In order to turn the tide in the second round, Takuyoshi realized that he had to avoid all power options, and a plan came to him in a flash.

"In the second round, we'll compete in push-ups, specifically one-handed push-ups."

Tuo Yonggang looked up at Jackie Chan, his eyes filled with stubbornness and resentment.

He was very confident in this game!

While push-ups do require a certain amount of strength, strength is only a secondary factor and cannot be directly linked to the number of push-ups one can do.

The ability of arm muscles to withstand lactic acid, as well as core strength in the waist and abdomen, are the most crucial and necessary conditions.

simply put.

The number of push-ups you can do and the size of your muscles are not unrelated, but they are completely unrelated.

One-handed push-ups are more difficult for heavier people than for lighter people.

And the most important point is that...

Tuo Yonggang concluded that Jackie Chan's exaggerated muscles could not have been achieved through natural training alone, and must have been catalyzed by certain drugs and foods.

Although he didn't know what kind of technology it used, he believed that such a thing must exist.

According to Tuo Yonggang's own understanding, compared to muscles developed through pounding and training, "technological" muscles definitely have much less endurance.

It will definitely expose a major problem when it comes to push-ups, which require sustained endurance.

Tuo Yonggang's ability to think of so many things in such a short time, and to specifically think of the one-handed push-up in the competition, proves that he has accumulated a certain amount of professional knowledge and is absolutely worthy of the invitation personally extended by Captain Tie Lu.

If he were truly a "technology-driven human" like those commonly seen in later generations, Tuo Yonggang could indeed win this round.

pity.

Jackie Chan's muscles are natural.

Not only is their strength greater than what they can train for, but their endurance is also overwhelming in every aspect.

"Okay, let's have a one-handed push-up contest, but I want to add a little rule, otherwise, just counting the number of push-ups will be too boring," Jackie Chan said.

"Go ahead," Tuo Yonggang said confidently.

"Let's face each other and do it together. Whoever falls behind by more than three loses. How about it? Dare to compete?" Jackie Chan challenged.

"Wow, that suits me perfectly."

Tuo Yonggang, brimming with confidence, promptly lay down to begin preparations.

Jackie Chan also lay down, choosing to use his right hand.

"Ready, go!"

With Wu Zhe's command to begin.

Jackie Chan and Tuo Yonggang, lying face to face, began to do push-ups as fast as they could, trying to shake off each other and win the round.

"One, two, three..."

Xu Sanduo counted intently from the side, his voice clearly reaching everyone's ears.

Wu Zhe originally thought this would be a protracted battle, and that Jackie Chan and Tuo Yonggang would not be able to determine a winner until they had fought more than a hundred times.

But what surprised him was that a scene soon unfolded.

At the beginning, Jackie Chan and Tuo Yonggang were able to do one push-up in about one second, because it takes time to do a push-up, and the two of them were basically at the same frequency.

When Tuo Yonggang could quickly do 20 in one go, his speed began to slow down.

One-handed push-ups are already much more strenuous than two-handed ones, and now with the explosive, rapid sprint, the up-and-down frequency is even faster, causing lactic acid to accumulate more quickly.

Tuo Yonggang was just an air force paratrooper, whose main advantage lay in his airborne capabilities.

Although their physical fitness was better than that of ordinary soldiers, and even surpassed that of many reconnaissance soldiers in various companies, it wasn't much better overall.

Compared to special forces soldiers who train with their lives on the line, they are definitely far inferior.

Doing 80 or 90 push-ups with one hand is already Tuo Yonggang's limit. After sprinting for about 20, he needs to slow down to release the lactic acid in his muscles.

Tuo Yonggang believes that Jackie Chan is definitely not as good as him. Being able to keep up with Jackie Chan's speed for 20 times is definitely his physical limit.

In order to do more, he slowed down.

Tuo Yonggang thought that Jackie Chan would also slow down, and would become increasingly weak as the number of one-handed push-ups increased.

Until finally, she couldn't hold on any longer and he easily dumped her.

The imagined outcome was wonderful; Tuo Yonggang could almost see victory already.

After slowing down the pace twice, Tuo Yonggang confidently looked up at Jackie Chan, wanting to enjoy watching Jackie Chan's miserable state of not being able to keep up and his muscles aching all over.

And then I saw the result.

My eyes almost popped out.

Jackie Chan, whom Tuo Yonggang had imagined would be weakened, actually did not slow down at all.

Just like at the beginning, it was done incredibly fast.

"Damn, is this guy insane?"

Tuo Yonggang was frightened by Jackie Chan, thinking that Jackie Chan was going to fight him to the death, so he quickly increased his speed and started a bloody fight with Jackie Chan.

This sustained high-speed burst of energy caused Tuo Yonggang's performance to decline rapidly.

"30, 31, 32..."

Xu Sanduo, the accurate counting machine, has a very serious and focused work attitude.

Tuo Yonggang could still grit his teeth and keep up with Jackie Chan even when he reached 30, even though his face, which was as red as a monkey's bottom, was covered with beads of sweat the size of beans.

It fell to the ground with a thud.

But when Xu Sanduo reached 40, Tuo Yonggang reached his limit and really couldn't hold on any longer.

He felt like his arm was about to explode; it wasn't just a simple soreness, it had turned into an intense pain.

And as the pain intensified, the arm began to stiffen at an extremely rapid pace.

Like a rusty machine, its movements are getting slower and slower.

"You lost on the 46th, sir. You're already four steps behind me."

Xu Sanduo's excited shout was like a sharp knife, severing Tuo Yonggang's last bit of determination and causing him to lose heart in an instant.

With a thud.

Tuo Yonggang fell down and landed face down on the ground.

My lungs were breathing rapidly and intensely, gulping in large amounts of fresh air.

All confidence had vanished from his eyes; his initial defiance had completely disappeared, leaving only wide, incredulous eyes.

Even if you witness the whole process, you are still a participant.

Tuo Yonggang still found it hard to believe that Jackie Chan, this monster giant who fought using technology, had such abnormal stamina.

Doesn't his muscle get tired?

Tuo Yonggang was completely baffled!

"27, are you alright?"

Wu Zhe went over and helped Tuo Yonggang up from the ground to sit on a stool.

Tuo Yonggang, who felt like he had almost died and was struggling to breathe, looked at Jackie Chan standing in front of him and was completely unharmed.

Her face was slightly flushed, but her breathing was very steady.

There was nowhere that looked uncomfortable.

The difference between him and his current life-or-death state was like heaven and earth, as if the two of them were from completely different worlds.

At this moment...

Tuo Yonggang was truly devastated and completely convinced of Jackie Chan's abilities.

He fully recognized that there are always people more capable than him, and that even if he came from a prestigious airborne unit, he was nothing compared to Jackie Chan.

Their strength and endurance were completely outmatched, and they lost with complete acceptance and without complaint.

Chong Chenglong waved his hand helplessly and said, "Number 44, you win. That's it. You're not even human. You're a monster. There's no need for the rest of you to compete. How could a human possibly beat a monster like you?"

Tuo Yonggang accepted his defeat without hesitation and refused to renege on his bet.

This made Jackie Chan think even more highly of him.

However, what needs to be said still needs to be said, and what needs to be said needs to be said; the competition rewards that he deserves still need to be obtained.

"Since you've accepted the loss, then follow the rules. Be more polite to me from now on, understand?" Jackie Chan said in a victor's tone.

"Okay, okay, I got it."

Tuo Yonggang readily agreed, saying that losing to someone as formidable as Jackie Chan was no shame.

Afterwards, he joked, "Number 44, from now on you're my squad leader. Whatever you say goes. But as squad leader, you'd better uphold the spirit of our army and take good care of me, the new recruit, during training."

"No problem. If you can't run anymore, I can kick you a few times for free to speed you up."

Everyone laughed when Jackie Chan said that.

The atmosphere in the dormitory quickly returned to harmony, and everyone sat down and chatted happily about various topics.

For the remainder of the first day at camp, Qi Huan didn't try to upset anyone again.

All the trainees followed the plan, finished dinner at 6 p.m., and chatted for a while back in their dormitories, looking forward to the upcoming special training journey.

It's exactly 9 o'clock.

Lights out was officially sounded, and everyone went to bed.

Qi Huan's agreed-upon rule was to wash up at 6 a.m. and eat breakfast at 6:30 a.m.

The trainees thought they could get a good night's sleep and then be full of energy for the first day of special training, ready to show off their skills.

As a result, the special training team did not play by the rules.

4 a.m.

Even before the morning star had risen into the sky, the entire A-team camp was still shrouded in darkness, with only a few specks of moonlight shining on the earth.

suddenly!

"Beep beep beep beep beep beep beep".

A sharp whistle pierced the darkness.

"Emergency assembly!"

Qi Huan's roaring command was clearly transmitted to every dormitory room.

"Emergency assembly, get up now!"

Jackie Chan was the first to react, shouting to remind everyone to calmly and quickly get up and get dressed.

Xu Sanduo was also very sensitive to emergency assembly. His movements were only slightly slower than Jackie Chan's. He picked up the clothes hanging on the head of the bed and put them on as quickly as possible.

Tuo Yonggang and Wu Zhe were still sleepy and hadn't had enough sleep, but thinking about the punishment they received at the basketball court during the day, they had no choice but to force themselves to get up.

The dormitory is dark and you can't turn on the lights, so everyone has to dress by feel.

Fortunately, it was just a regular emergency assembly. As long as you were dressed, you could assemble. It wasn't a fully armed emergency assembly, and there was no need to pack your bed or backpack.

With practiced speed, Jackie Chan was the first to put on his clothes and shoes, grabbed his belt and hat, and rushed out to run downstairs.

Xu Sanduo followed closely behind Jackie Chan and was the second person to rush out of the dormitory.

When the two of them arrived at the playground downstairs, there were already more than a dozen students standing there. They came from the first floor, saving them the time of going down the stairs.

In the following minute.

The 44 trainees arrived one after another and lined up in an orderly fashion.

The students standing in the line then realized that there was no one else downstairs except for them, and even Qi Huan, who had just blown the whistle, was nowhere to be seen.

The instructor blew the assembly whistle, but he was nowhere to be seen.

What kind of trick is this?

The students looked at each other, completely bewildered, and couldn't understand anything.

Only Jackie Chan knew what was going on. He glanced to the corner of the dormitory on the left and couldn't help but laugh at the thought of a group of old men eavesdropping there.

Tuo Yonggang was the first to lose his composure. Yawning and rubbing his eyes, he said speechlessly, "Why is nobody here? Could this not be our assembly post?"

"That's quite possible," one student agreed.

"No, it's ours. I'd recognize that butcher's voice even if he were ashes."

The student standing in the first row refuted this assertively, stating that his position in the first row meant he had arrived the earliest, and his words carried more weight.

But if there's nothing wrong with it, where did that person go?

Everyone was puzzled!

(End of this chapter)