Chapter 525: Either hitting someone, or on the way to hit someone...
The students were all dissatisfied with Long Zhan's arrangements, and they all gnashed their teeth and wanted to fight Long Zhan in groups.
As for why it was a group fight...
Because no one thinks they can beat me in a one-on-one match.
Fighting one-on-one with an inhuman creature is like lighting a lamp in the toilet.
Among these new recruits who want to fight dragons, there are also two "Muggle rookies" from the Red Kingdom.
Zhuang Yan and He Chenguang were both thorny soldiers who gave the company commander a headache as much as the squad leader when they first joined the recruit company and later joined the special forces.
On the first day he joined the army, Zhuang Yan and his old squad leader had an "arrest fight" on the playground.
He didn't give any face at all and directly upset the squad leader.
He Chenguang, who has practiced martial arts since he was a child and is a Sanda champion, is no less competitive than solemn in the army, and he is never willing to admit defeat in any aspect.
To put it simply.
The two of them now share the same attribute as Clay, they are both very capable but also very strong soldiers.
A strong personal ability is very good in the grassroots troops. He can boost the morale of the whole group with one person, which has a good effect in the battle.
Unfortunately, special operations are not legion operations and do not require "individual heroes".
Now that the two of them have embarked on this path, this old habit needs to be changed like Clay's.
The main reason why Long Zhan made a special trip to do this "group sit-in" was for the two of them, hoping to correct their shortcomings.
He personally experienced the various mistakes and tragedies Clay almost made during actual special operations combat, and successfully corrected Clay in the end.
Long Zhan knew very well how to correct this kind of "excessive competitiveness".
Long Zhan believes that as long as He Chenguang and Zhuang Yan can persist under him until the day of graduation, they will definitely become the most qualified special elites.
And based on what he taught, he developed and became one of the top special forces soldiers in the world.
This is Long Zhan’s confidence.
This is also Long Zhan’s expectation for the two of them.
The students did not understand Long Zhan's good intentions, and looked at Long Zhan with anger in their eyes.
However, they have lost the right to speak at this time. The words of the chief instructor, Long Zhan, are the "imperial edict" here, and no one can resist his arrangement.
Therefore, no matter how angry you are, you can only hold the fire back.
"I like your eyes very much. You are full of murderous intent but you can only hold it in. If you are unhappy, you can only stare. I am really looking forward to you coming up to fuck me. It's a pity that you don't seem to have the courage."
Long Zhan, who was stared at by dozens of pairs of angry red eyes, not only showed no fear at all, but actually took pleasure in their misfortune and humiliated them with various words.
The students were even more angry after being humiliated in front of them, and felt that their lungs were about to explode.
But just like Long Zhan said.
They don't have the guts at all.
in other words……
Although they are so angry that they are dizzy, they have not yet lost their minds. They know clearly that the cost of attacking the chief instructor is something they cannot accept.
Not to mention that even if you go up to attack Long Zhan, you still have to weigh whether you can beat him or not.
If you rush up to someone without hitting them, but are pushed to the ground, rubbed, and beaten until your nose is bruised and your face is swollen, you will be eliminated in disgrace and sent home.
How embarrassing...
It will be a hundred times what it is now.
The students were able to fight their way out from the domestic elites and finally come to the Hunter School to stand here. They are not just hot-headed idiots.
Putting aside his personal military qualities, his IQ and EQ are definitely not bad.
When Long Zhan saw the students being humiliated and provoked by her, he didn't lose his mind and rushed out to show off his courage. He was very satisfied with the students' performance.
Of course, this was just a mental evaluation, and his face still showed contempt and disdain.
"Listen to me, let's start grouping now. The people I selected will gather on the right side of the team, and each group will form a column."
Long Zhan turned around and glanced at Ronnie, who immediately understood the folder on the ground.
Long Zhan opened the folder and read to the form on it: "No. 2, No. 3, No. 14, and No. 15 are out. You are the 1st team, and the team leader is No. 2."
"Yes, sir!"
The four students stood at attention in unison, walked out of the queue and stood in a row on the right side.
Long Zhan glanced around and found that the four students were all neatly dressed. He couldn't find anything wrong with them and started to sign up for the next group.
"No. 4, No. 5, No. 12, and No. 13 are out in line. You are the second group."
"Yes, sir."
Four more students ran out.
Long Zhan noticed the problem with a glance. He walked up to a black student with a dark face and asked in a cold voice: "Where is your student number plate?"
"Sir, it's in my pocket." The student took out the nameplate from his pocket and replied.
"Why not stick it on?"
Long Zhan's eyes were like steel knives, looking directly at the students coldly and condescendingly.
"Sir, I am a Christian and I hate the number 13 very much. This number is unlucky. I apply to have it replaced."
Student No. 13 was so confident that his application should be accepted.
Perhaps when No. 13 was in his own country, because most people in the country believed in Christianity, there was no such number in the army, or his application would be accepted.
It's a pity that this is a hunter school, and the chief instructor Long Zhan is an atheist.
"You don't like this number? I don't like you very much. Can you disappear from my eyes?"
Long Zhan spat in his face, and when he felt it was not enough, he continued angrily: "Each student's code name is randomly generated. If you are No. 13, you are No. 13. It is the only ID card you can use to stand here.
If you hate this student ID, yes, I can take it back.
But you also need to get out of here, because you are no longer qualified to continue training, and you are no longer a member of the Hunter Academy's international class.
Now let me ask you one last time, are you sure you don’t want this number?”
Losing your number means losing your qualifications. You will be ruthlessly eliminated by Long Zhan and return to China with shame. This price is really too high.
Student No. 13 didn't expect it to be so serious and didn't know how to answer for a while.
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading! "I will give you three seconds to think about it, and by default I will treat you as a voluntary abstainer."
If every student puts forward their own demands, then the training will not be able to continue at all. Dragon War needs to be rectified, and this guy is here to scare the monkeys.
"3...2..."
"Sir, I won't change it."
When the dragon battle counted down to the last number, student No. 13's sense of honor finally defeated his faith and chose to accept the No. 13 nameplate.
"If you don't want to change it, then put it on me. If there is a next time, just get out of here."
Long Zhan punched No. 13 on the left chest, causing him to grin and take two steps back.
But No. 13 not only did not dare to make any resistance, but also took two steps forward to return to the original position and attached the nameplate to the Velcro.
After witnessing Long Zhan "beating someone" once again, the students looked at Long Zhan with even more caution.
The label of "violent element" was determined!
"You only need to bring your ears here, not your mouth. I hope he is the last one, otherwise..."
After getting rid of a Christian's chirping, Long Zhan warned everyone by the way, and then continued to work in groups.
The subsequent four groups were all divided smoothly.
No one dared to stand up and be verbose, they were all obedient like good babies.
But when Long Zhan assigned Zhuang Yan and He Chenguang to eight groups and asked He Chenguang to serve as the group leader, another thorn popped up.
"Sir, I'm applying to change teams. I think No. 26 is not qualified to be my team leader. It will only seriously hinder my training results."
The person who spoke was white student No. 9. He was about 1.84 meters tall and had a burly build. He looked like he had been practicing.
And He Chenguang, who was appointed by Long Zhan as the team leader, although he has practiced martial arts since childhood and is a boxing champion, he is only 1.74 meters tall.
In addition, Asians have relatively small frames, so they look a lot smaller than a size 9.
"you……"
When He Chenguang saw that the foreign Japanese looked down on him, he suddenly became furious and prepared to fight with No. 9.
Let him know how powerful the little man is!
Being crushed by the instructor's insults and status, He Chenguang had no choice but to hold back his anger. Facing the provocation from his classmates, He Chenguang's competitive spirit could not allow it.
I can't defeat the chief instructor, but I can't defeat a foreign devil like you?
This is He Chenguang’s idea!
Fortunately, Zhuang Yan's personality was more calm, and he was not involved in the incident. He quickly caught He Chenguang and prevented their team from being brought into order.
Otherwise, given the violent nature of Dragon War, He Chenguang would definitely get a slap in the face.
Racial discrimination has always existed in Europe and the United States. No. 9 is from the American Special Forces. This trend is even worse, and there is an obsessive sense of superiority.
No. 9 originally thought that Long Zhan was also an American special forces soldier and came from the same country as him.
Although the request he made was rude, Long Zhan would definitely take care of his own countrymen and agree to him. This is why he dared to stand up after learning from the experience of No. 13.
However.
Number 9 takes it too much for granted.
Regarding No. 9's daring to jump out and look for trouble, Long Zhan's response was very simple.
Take three steps forward and lift your leg to give a positive kick.
Even though No. 9 had good skills and quick reactions, he immediately put his hands in front of his body to block it, but he was still kicked two or three meters away and hit the ground.
The terrifying power of the mixed-race hunk was perfectly demonstrated at this moment.
I'll hit someone if they don't make three sentences. I'll hit someone if someone makes a request. I'll hit someone at every turn. If he's not hitting someone, he's hitting someone on the way...
All the students were stunned!
Even the instructors on the sidelines were frightened by Long Zhan's behavior and were completely convinced, willing to be Long Zhan's little brother.
The chief instructor who completely ignores any human rights and rules is really cool.
It’s so cool to work with him!
No. 9, who was still kicked to the ground, felt like he had been hit by a car. His arms used to block were kicked to the point of numbness and no feeling. He felt pain everywhere in his body, as if he had been thrown to pieces.
The corners of his mouth were bloody.
I don't know if he knocked a tooth or suffered internal injuries.
I have a personal experience of Long Zhan's cruelty, and I understand that Long Zhan is an unkind person.