Chapter 1: Special Training Battalion

  Special Forces Martial Arts Adventure Story.

  Wind Chasing Nine Autumns

  Foreword: This book tells the story of two retired special forces soldiers' Taoist adventure. Combining ancient Qigong and martial arts with the author's military skills acquired during his service, it narrates a vivid, thrilling, and humorous tale of their adventures. The book is roughly divided into three volumes. The first volume focuses on the duo's Taoist adventures. The second volume, "National Secrets", tells the story of how they use their Taoist skills to serve the country. The third volume, "Roaming the Four Seas", explores the Qin Shi Huang Mausoleum as its main plot. The book has a tight narrative, with subtle foreshadowing, clear thinking, strong storytelling, humor, and wit, making it a compelling read.

  My name is Yu Chengfeng. I serve in the **Military Region Special Training Brigade, commonly known as Special Forces!

  Unlike regular troops, the new recruit training for special forces lasts for one year, during which they need to master firearms manufacturing and use; hand-to-hand combat skills; reconnaissance techniques; hard qigong; driving skills; and other military skills.

  Each new recruit has a score of 100. Several instructors can give certain bonus points or penalty points based on the specific performance of the recruits. If the score is deducted, they will be automatically eliminated and transferred to an ordinary company.

  The training was extremely cruel, and due to certain confidentiality regulations, I am unable to fully recount it to everyone. Here's an account of one day's training process for your reference:

  Woke up at 4 am, ran 5 kilometers lightly, and was covered in sweat.

  After running practice wrestling, every move requires shouting for help, loud shouting makes the voice hoarse.

  After washing and before breakfast, this period of time is used for reciting rules and regulations, at which point the sweat has dissipated.

  After breakfast, we studied and practiced various military postures in formation, standing at attention for four hours. Sweat poured down like rain, hands and feet numb.

  After lunch, it was time for the inverted training. The palms were worn out on the cement floor, but they still persisted in pouncing and falling. The sharp pain caused by the sand entering the skin made people tremble all over, and the undigested food might be vomited out due to the severe pain.

  Before dinner, fully armed five kilometers cross-country, the instructor rode a motorcycle with armed belts behind to chase and whip, rapid running made my throat bitter. Eyes in front of me turned black. Although the troops had clear regulations prohibiting corporal punishment, there was no clear boundary between corporal punishment and training.

  After dinner, physical training, 300 sit-ups later, the strained abdominal muscles made me afraid to bend over. Doing push-ups with a bare upper body until sweat dripped onto the newspaper below was the limit.

  Sleep time was six hours, and we had to be on guard at all times for the instructor's midnight emergency assembly whistle, which blew up to seven times in one night.

  The above is a training process for one of my days, and the training subjects change from time to time, so I won't elaborate on each one.

  If the quilt is not folded well, it may be thrown downstairs by the instructor. If it happens to rain outside, you can only consider yourself unlucky. When eating, making a sound may cause the instructor to throw away your meal plate, regardless of whether you are full or not. Kneeling forward and grinding your knees until they bleed, you still have to crawl. A large amount of live ammunition shooting makes your shoulders swollen, and when brushing your teeth, you dare not move your arm muscles even if you want to shake your head. The half-month wilderness survival training can make people eat tree bark, and in the end, even bowel movements become difficult. These are all things of the past, and I don't want to describe them in detail. Mainly because I don't want to recall that experience again, that year's training was a nightmare that haunted me for a long time afterwards.

  It's finally over after struggling through the new recruit training. Out of 19 new recruits, one was injured and dropped out, seven were deducted from their scores, leaving only eleven people remaining.

  That morning, we packed our bags and gathered at the training ground. The head of the unit held a promotion ceremony for us, and due to outstanding performance, all of us were awarded the rank of Corporal. Typically, soldiers in their second year would be promoted to Private First Class, so being promoted to Corporal was a jump in rank.

  The way of assignment is also special. According to the remaining scores of new recruits, from high to low, priority is given to choose their preferred squad, with a maximum of three places in each squad.

  The Special Training Brigade has five detachments: Reconnaissance Detachment; Firearms Detachment; Engineer Detachment; Rapid Mobility Detachment; and Military Dog Training Detachment.

  Due to the strong autonomy of new recruits in the company, each platoon leader personally demonstrates the subject matter, so as to enable these soldiers to choose their own platoon.

  The leader of the reconnaissance squad showcased a set of Sanda combat skills, with swift and fierce movements, including downward chops and upward kicks. The actions were extremely precise and powerful, leaving no room for doubt about their effectiveness and practicality.

  The team leader of the firearms squad took out a blindfold, and in the completely disassembled eight parts of the service rifle, he blindly assembled a Type 54 pistol in just 3 minutes. He also hit five targets at 100 meters with five shots without using a scope on an SVD sniper rifle.

  The leader of the engineering squad was a short and stout man with the surname Sun. He had an incredibly powerful aura, and his bald head could open twelve beer bottles without getting hurt. With one punch, he could shatter six red bricks placed flat on the muddy ground without leaving any marks.

  The vehicles of the rapid response team made a U-turn on the spot, drove sideways with two wheels, and changed tires in 50 seconds. A series of stunts that can only be seen in movies also opened our eyes wide.

  Military dog training team gesture command 100 meters away military dogs sit; lie down; stand up; bark; patrol; pounce and bite; track; rescue. Even vomiting, diarrhea can be performed according to the command.

  After the demonstration, we chose our favorite teams based on our remaining scores and interests, with almost no competition. The reconnaissance team had three people, the firearms team had three, the mobile team had three, and only I and "Golden Cannon" two weirdos, one entered the military dog training team, and the other chose the engineer team.

  The two of us chose these two dark horses, not because we had low scores. I chose the military dog training team because I have always had a mysterious sense of trust in animals, and being with them doesn't require plotting or playing mind games.

  Jīn gāng pào chose the engineer squad mainly because he liked the powerful and overbearing strength of the hard qigong, but also because he was fat, and the people in the engineer squad were all relatively fat, so no one would laugh at each other.