Who taught you to be a recruit like this?

Chapter 225: Collective abstention, no more competition!

"What a bastard!"

Qi slapped the ground and climbed up with difficulty.

He rubbed his vital parts and rushed forward again in defiance.

This time, Wu Jin was just as ruthless, his attack was simple and quick, going straight to the vital points.

Basically, the attacking positions are either the jaw, Adam's apple, temple, or crotch.

All of this was learned from the special forces during the previous Devil Week.

The fighting style of special forces is different from that in other places.

Conventional troops mostly learn the skills to defeat the enemy.

What they learn is the skills to kill the enemy.

No need for too much fanfare, just get straight to the point.

The Steel Blade Company's close combat skills are already very strong, and after learning the advantages of special warfare, they will naturally reach a higher level.

Originally, Qi Meng was acting at first.

After all, the task Qin Feng assigned to him was to cooperate in the performance.

But as the fight went on, he found that he really could not beat Wu Jin.

Moreover, he always felt that this guy's fighting style was reminiscent of Zhao Pengfei.

Soon, Qi Meng was completely defeated by Wu Jin and was helped back.

"Who else wants to try?"

Wu Jin looked at the others, looking like he hadn't fought enough.

But everyone has seen his ruthless moves, so naturally no one dares to go up and ask for trouble.

Qin Feng walked up and patted Wu Jin on the shoulder, and Wu Jin stepped aside.

"Now you understand where the problem lies. Fighting is a comprehensive skill, the goal of which is to defeat the enemy."

"Without that ruthlessness, what's the point of just thinking about how to look cool?"

"You should be practicing actual sparring, aiming to knock someone out with one strike, instead of hitting these cold sandbags."

After saying that, Qin Feng left here and went to the other side under the angry gaze of everyone.

Just like before, he randomly picked a few weaklings and started to step on them.

And the purpose of his doing this was never to show off or slap others in the face.

Just in this way, everyone can feel the difference intuitively.

Generally speaking, when a person works in an office, he or she is surrounded by people who earn three to four thousand yuan a month.

It is difficult for him to step out of his comfort zone and he feels very good about himself.

But if, at this time, someone suddenly appears around you and earns 30,000 or 40,000 yuan a month, the existing balance will be broken.

This will give people a strong sense of crisis and a huge psychological gap.

This sense of crisis will force people to grit their teeth and move forward.

For conventional troops, the biggest obstacle to training is actually themselves.

Any external force is deceptive. The only effective way is to let them rush forward from the bottom of their hearts.

At this time, Qin Feng had already arrived at the shooting range on the north side of the training ground.

The process is still the same process, and the routine is actually very old-fashioned.

It is nothing more than the routine of pretending to be cool and then getting slapped in the face, and pretending to be a pig and eating the tiger in many urban cool novels.

But to be honest, this tactic is very effective in attracting hatred when applied in real life.

No wonder so many people continue to read it while criticizing it as brainless.

At this time, Qin Feng came to an acquaintance.

Li Jiasheng just finished a round.

Twelve out of fifteen bullets hit the ten rings, which is a pretty good result.

After he stood up, he gave Qin Feng a provocative expression.

At this time, Qin Feng also followed the script and picked up a sniper rifle amid the doubts of the crowd.

He took aim at the distant target and pulled the trigger.

But the first shot only hit an eight ring.

This immediately caused laughter from the onlookers.

"A fierce tiger-like operation, haha, that's it?"

"I thought it was amazing, but it turns out to be just this level?"

"With your shooting skills, you're not even qualified to stay in our Fourth Company!"

Qin Feng frowned slightly and looked at the sniper rifle in his hand with confusion: "There's something wrong with the barrel of this gun. Whose gun is this?"

"The report is mine!"

At this time, a new recruit with a defiant look on his face spoke loudly in the crowd.

Qin Feng walked up to him, looked at him and asked, "Why is the trajectory of your gun deviating to the left?"

"Report, it's purely a personal habit!"

Hearing this, even Qiu Guohai and Sun Quan frowned.

Sun Quan said seriously, "Every gun should have standard parameters. What you are doing is against discipline. Do you understand?"

The soldier puffed out his chest and said calmly, "Chief of Staff, I think there's nothing wrong with my changes!"

"If I die on the battlefield, I don't want the enemy to pick up this gun and use it directly. I don't want to see him use it to kill my comrades!"

At first glance, what the soldier said seemed to be fine, but upon closer inspection, it was all wrong.

Qin Feng glanced at him, raised his eyebrows and asked, "Then how can you guarantee that after you die on the battlefield, your comrades won't pick up your gun and kill the enemy?"

"What if your comrade's gun is damaged and needs to be replaced with parts from your gun? Wouldn't your action be indirectly killing people?"

"This..." The soldier was suddenly speechless, and the expression on his face became a little embarrassed.

Qin Feng patted him and said, "Don't be clever. Watch less TV dramas and use your brain more."

After saying that, he turned around again and fired several shots at a target in the distance.

This time, Qin Feng deliberately moved the muzzle of the gun a little to the right.

Seeing that all the bullets hit the ten rings, the target reporter in the distance immediately reported the results.

Being able to achieve such results with a gun that has a left-biased trajectory really made everyone present feel ashamed.

Although there are many sharpshooters in the Fourth Company, most of their bullets can hit the ten rings.

But it is still very difficult for them to achieve such results with such an alternative gun without any debugging.

Qin Feng threw the gun to the soldier, then glanced at Li Jiasheng, turned around and left without saying anything.

He did not stay at the regimental training ground any longer, nor did he go to watch other people's training.

Instead, he put on sunglasses and returned to the car.

Qin Feng leaned his elbow against the car window, took out a piece of chewing gum from his pocket and put it into his mouth.

He said this with a slightly arrogant tone while chewing gum and smiling.

"Let's go, Captain. I won't be eating here today. I guess the food in your cafeteria is just average."

Immediately afterwards, Zhao Pengfei stepped on the accelerator in neutral, making the car emit a provocative roar.

After attracting everyone's angry stares, he turned the car around and drove away, spewing black smoke.

Seeing the car sped away, Qiu Guohai looked as if he had been sitting on wax.

"Damn, this kid really deserves a beating today. I wonder where he learned this from?"

"Yeah, even I want to slap him, kick him, and slap him twice!"

Sun Quan suppressed his anger and said, "Let's go, it's time to gather the team."

"Well, Qin Feng has laid the groundwork for us, and now comes the main event."

After Qin Feng left, Qiu Guohai immediately ordered the team to assemble.

Beep beep——

When the assembly whistle blew, everyone immediately stopped training and rushed to the viewing stand to gather.

But at this moment, Qiu Guohai made a move that no one expected.

He pulled out all the company flags that were stuck on the railings.

Then, he threw these flags in front of everyone like garbage.

Then he flew into a rage and pointed at everyone and started cursing.

"I messed up, what a disgrace!"

"Why are you still training here? Why are you still participating in a martial arts competition?"

"You guys have totally ruined my reputation today!"

"Disband, everyone! The rest of the training camp is cancelled. Everyone, go back home and find your mothers. Our group is collectively withdrawing from this competition. We won't be competing!"

Everyone's face flushed red, their fists clenched tightly, the anger and resentment in their hearts continued to ferment...