In Wolf Fang, I Became the Godfather of Special Forces

Swish!

The entire company quickly and uniformly sat down.

The lieutenant colonel walked to the center and looked at everyone in the 7th Company.

All the trainees in the Seventh Company showed him respect.

They all knew how formidable their combat instructor was.

"Let me tell you, our instructor was actually a special forces soldier. He came from the special forces in the Northwest Theater Command!"

Wu Feng whispered to Tang Ming.

"Special Forces?"

Tang Ming was taken aback. He looked up and could vaguely see a faint killing intent emanating from the instructor.

Only those who have been on a real battlefield possess such a spirit.

In this era, unless they are border guards, only special forces soldiers have truly participated in actual combat.

It seems that what Wufeng said was true; this Instructor Lin may indeed have been a special forces soldier before.

"Alright, let's not waste any more time."

Instructor Lin said directly, "In the last class, I taught you a lot of moves and gave you a week to train."

"Now, let's test the results. Same old method, randomly select two people from each row for a two-on-two battle!"

"Now, seven trainees in the first row of each platoon, stand up!"

Holy crap! It's me?!

Wu Feng's face looked worse than if he had been crying.

He and Tang Ming were both in Class 10 and sat in the first row.

Tang Ming was sitting in eighth place, and he was sitting in seventh!

It just so happens that I pointed it out to him.

"come on."

Tang Mingchong gave him a thumbs-up.

Wu Feng was almost in tears.

Go for it, my ass.

My fighting skills, like my physical fitness, are the worst in the platoon, okay?

Why am I always the one who gets unlucky?!

But unfortunately, I was called out, so even if I was scared, I had to stand up!

"Wu Feng! Cheer up! Even if we lose, we should lose with dignity! Don't embarrass our fourth platoon!"

Liu Jintao whispered a reprimand to Wu Feng.

"Yes."

After hearing what the platoon leader said, Wu Feng pretended to be very calm.

But Tang Ming could sense that this guy was definitely panicking inside.

"Fine, since you've told me so much, I'll give you some individual training from now on."

Tang Ming thought to himself.

The four of them quickly went up.

Instructor Lin said, "Last time it was odd numbers against odd numbers, and even numbers against even numbers. This time let's change it up, 1 against 2, 3 against 4!"

"Those in the first and second rows, please go first!"

At Instructor Lin's command, the sixth-ranked student in the first and second rows moved to the middle.

The two men were about the same height, around 1.8 meters, and of similar age.

After exchanging a salute, the two men stretched out their stances, moving their bodies while keeping their eyes fixed on each other.

"drink!"

Finally, the first row launched an attack on the second row of students.

He quickly advanced forward and then threw a right hook at the second row of students.

The students in the second row quickly took a step back, dodging a punch by turning their heads backward, and then executed a spinning side kick.

A row of trainees put their arms in front of them to block, and one leg and two arms collided, causing both of them to take two steps back.

In the first round, the two were evenly matched.

Seeing the speed and power of the two, Instructor Lin also showed a gratified expression.

While it can't compare to special forces, its speed and strength are quite impressive for a field army.

Besides, they've only been practicing for a short time.

Soon, the two began fighting again.

Tang Ming could tell from below that they were using ordinary military boxing techniques, but they probably didn't master them very well and didn't bring out the full power of military boxing.

After the two fought for half a minute and both fell to the ground several times, the other student also won.

The students in the row cheered.

"What are you all yelling about? After being beaten to a pulp, you still have the nerve to applaud?"

Instructor Lin shouted loudly.

The students in the row fell silent instantly, not daring to utter a sound.

Instructor Lin walked over and asked the row of trainees sternly, "Just now, in the third round, he punched you in the stomach. Why did you block it?"

“You know he’s not as strong as you. If you land a hook punch on his chin at the same time, he will be momentarily stunned.”

"And you, you only feel some pain from the punch to the abdomen, but at this moment, as long as you endure the pain and go up to deliver another punch, he will be unable to fight anymore!"

"But you chose to avoid it instead of taking the hit! Why is that? Are you afraid of the pain? Or is it because you're closer to him and you can't bear to hit him like that?"

The first row of students glanced at the second row of students, then lowered their heads slightly.

Instructor Lin said coldly, "Then it seems to be the latter."

After saying that, Instructor Lin turned around immediately.

But the next second, he turned around quickly and delivered a side kick that swept across the abdomen of the row of students, sending them flying!

He roared, "I've emphasized this to you several times: even in a sparring match, you must treat it as real combat training!"

"If he were a criminal, you might lose your own life or even your teammate's because of that moment of mercy!"

"You may be merciful to your enemy, but they may not be merciful to you! Have you all ignored my words?"

"A soldier's combat is all about subduing the enemy completely as quickly as possible! Look at what you guys were fighting! Don't go out there saying you're my soldiers, I can't stand the shame of that! Go back!"

The two endured the pain and ran back as fast as they could, as if they were afraid that if they were any slower, they would be punished by Instructor Lin again.

When the men in the platoons saw Instructor Lin's fierce and menacing appearance, they didn't even dare to breathe loudly.

"Next group!"

After Instructor Lin coldly shouted, the third row of students and Wu Feng walked up.

The third row of students glanced coldly at Wu Feng, their eyes filled with contempt.

They were all somewhat aware of Wu Feng's fighting skills.

They were no match for him at all.

Wu Feng could only smile bitterly to himself; he knew he was going to get a beating today.

As expected, after Instructor Lin gave the order to begin, the third platoon of students launched an attack on Wu Feng.

That speed and power were faster and stronger than those of the students in the first and second rows!

Wu Feng was forced into a passive defensive posture from the very beginning, and his defense couldn't keep up with the speed of the enemy's attacks.

He was knocked to the ground with a single punch in less than five seconds!

At that moment, the third row of students pounced like a tiger, unleashing a series of punches aimed at Wu Feng's face.

After blocking a few blows, Wu Feng lost his ability to defend himself and was hit several times in a row, leaving him with a bruised and swollen face.

"Okay, stop!"

Instructor Lin sighed slightly and gave the order.

The three rows of students quickly got up.

Throughout the entire ordeal, he was never hit by Wu Feng.

Wu Feng, on the other hand, had been punched several times in the abdomen and chest by three rows of students. His face was bruised and swollen, and he was constantly gasping for breath, looking quite miserable.

Tang Ming quickly went over to help him up, and said with a wry smile, "You really need to practice more when you get back."

Not only Instructor Lin, but everyone else could see that Wu Feng was not on the same level as the other three rows of students.

Instructor Lin also noticed this, but instead of criticizing them, he came up and gave the two pointers on their attack and defense techniques, telling them to improve.

This was addressed not only to the two of them, but also to everyone present.

Listening to Instructor Lin's explanation and guidance, Tang Ming couldn't help but nod in agreement.

Instructor Lin is quite capable; he has a sharp eye and can accurately identify the trainees' problems and provide effective guidance.

Wu Feng was beaten so badly that the people in the fourth row felt very aggrieved and resentful, and they really wanted to go up and avenge Wu Feng.

But the challenge hasn't started yet, so they have to hold back for now.

The other three rows, seeing Wu Feng get beaten up, finally had a chance to vent their resentment at being punished at noon.

For the next hour or so, Instructor Lin began the lesson.

The teaching method is not complicated. Find someone to practice with him one-on-one, and explain the function of each move during the sparring.