Chapter 11: Zhuang Yan Is Placed Under House Arrest

“I swear to God, you’re really hitting me!”

“Well, who told you to be so weak? How are we supposed to train in hand-to-hand combat like this?”

On the training ground, a sea of closely cropped hair clashed fiercely. Su Yang delivered a punch that sent Yu Wei sprawling onto the ground, and Yu Wei cursed in pain.

“Alright, get up. I’m not hitting your vital spots. You hit me and I didn’t complain!”

Su Yang wiped the sweat beading on his forehead and reached out to help Yu Wei up from the muddy ground.

“Fine, you said no grudges in private. Damn it, I’ll definitely get my revenge this time.”

Ignoring the mud on his body, Yu Wei charged at Su Yang again. Su Yang tried to dodge but was too slow, and took a punch to the chest.

“Who holds grudges is a loser!” Su Yang gritted his teeth against the pain, grabbed Yu Wei, and threw him down with a wrestling move.

“Damn you! I only punched you once, why are you so ruthless?”

Yu Wei grumbled through the pain.

“Come on, do you think I spar with the squad leader every day just to take hits for nothing? Yu Wei, you’ve got to train harder. At this rate, you won’t even be able to beat Xiwa.”

Su Yang helped him up again, then tossed him a water bottle from the side.

“I’m not crazy like you, looking for a beating every day just to practice fighting.” Yu Wei rolled his eyes and grumbled as he twisted the bottle open and drank.

“This is what the army’s really like!”

Su Yang didn’t respond to Yu Wei but turned to watch the other new recruits still sparring fiercely. He sighed quietly to himself.

Since joining the recruit company, he had already learned quite a bit about this unit.

This unit was an elite armored division of the army, a frontline force with a glorious history.

It had participated in countless campaigns—the Long March of the Red Army, the War of Resistance Against Japan, the Liberation War, and even the self-defense counterattack ten years ago.

Its battle record was illustrious, and the division still had many veterans who had fought in those wars.

Company Commander Miao was one of them.

As a field force, the unit naturally had a wild streak. During hand-to-hand combat training for new recruits, it was all full-contact. As long as vital points weren’t targeted, it was all-out fighting.

Su Yang had taken several hits when he first started, getting beaten more than a few times.

But he held no grudges; this was an unspoken rule—fight hard, but no grudges in private. Anyone who held a grudge was the loser.

The new recruits were initially unaccustomed, but under the squad leader’s sharp words, “You hit me too hard? Then I’ll hit you harder,” they gradually got used to it.

As time went on, the fighting didn’t breed resentment but instead bonded them.

All the daily frustrations were vented through the reciprocal hits.

Of course, under the new era’s discipline, cadres were strictly forbidden from gang-beating one person or abusing superiors.

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