C10 Special guard style

In front of the New Training Group Auditorium, ten companies of recruits, more than a thousand men, under the command of the brigade duty officer, had formed a giant square. Shao Xi looked at the scene and it was truly spectacular.

After all the companies had finished reporting, the officer on duty looked around at the vast army and requested: "Before you come to observe, make a few requirements. First, pay attention to the image of the soldiers, don't look around, don't talk to each other, and don't walk around as you wish. This time, the comrades of the Special Guard took time out from their busy schedule to give us a performance. Therefore, we must cherish the Special Guard's hard work, carefully observe and recognize the gaps, and apply the results of our observation to the actual training. We must diligently train our ability to kill the enemy, strive to become a glorious guard soldier as soon as possible, and strive to become a first class national guard.

The on-duty officer was really eloquent, nagging nonstop. After waiting for him to finish, he heaved a long sigh of relief. Next, let us warmly applaud the comrades of the Special Guard on stage! " "The officer on duty waved his hand at the twenty or so Special Guards who had already been prepared. The Special Guard soldiers formed up their squads, reported their numbers, and led their squads into the arena." "One, two, three, four …" The sound of the slogan was deafening.

The leader was a major, with a standard, sonorous voice. With just a simple movement to stand at attention, it had broadened the eyes of the recruits, and no one had expected that these two simple movements would give off a unique aura, neat, consistent, and powerful. Shao Xi looked at these guys, who had been tanned black from their intense training, with envy in his eyes, and his heart was filled with the desire to succeed.

After the boxing formation was dispersed, the special guard displayed the legendary Phantom Fist to the recruits. The so-called Phantom Fist was a fist technique created by the international level fist arts professional coach for the central special forces after spending a year's time in accordance with the mission of the special forces. This type of fist technique was a combination of real and fake, had a strong combat nature, and could attract and control enemies.

Most of them were young lieutenants who had been selected from various units in each major team. They would train in the commander team for two years before being assigned to the head's family or important positions. In fact, they were the legendary Zhongnanhai bodyguards. In the military training, there were three squads of students. They were the special guard team, the student team, and the soldier team. The Special Guard was the legendary Zhongnanhai bodyguard, a special guard of the country; the academicians were all students from the military academy, and the Special Guard Bureau had its own special military academy. The Special Guard was the legendary Zhongnanhai bodyguard, a special guard of the country; the academicians were all students from the military academy, and the Special Guard had their own special military academy. Each of these three teams had their own specialties, but the extent of their diabolical training was disgraceful.

Along with the resounding shouts from the special forces, their fists were thrown out in an orderly and powerful manner, and their movements were standard. The new recruits all heard the whistling sound of the wind, and their every movement and expression was so shocking that they were almost shocked.

Waves of warm applause rang out. Some people even couldn't help but cheer. The officer on duty glanced at the soldier and immediately stopped moving.

After performing Phantom Fist, the next stage was actual combat. The two battled in groups of two, and although they had been rehearsed, no one could tell that this was real combat. Shao Xi was simply staring with his eyes wide open, not even daring to blink, afraid to miss every detail. At the same time, he was also secretly trying to figure out their every movement, their flying feet, their high altitude sweeping legs, and their beautiful powerful somersaulting kicks.

This was the legendary Zhongnanhai bodyguard, the royal expert! "Shao Xi's heart began to surge. He came to the Special Guard, and that was his goal." "I want to be a cadre, I want to be a special guard, I want to be the head's personal bodyguard, I want to be the country's special guard —" Shao Xi screamed in his heart, a passion that he had never felt before surging out of him.

However, these members of the special guard would fall forward, fall back, fall to the side, throw themselves forward, every single movement was in place. When they fell to the ground, the concrete floor hummed from the impact, and like a butterfly, they spread out their limbs and flew up one meter in the air before lying down on the ground, but the sound of their hands hitting the ground was very orderly and powerful.

Ah, what kind of people were they? They were simply soldiers made of steel. Who knew how much effort, hardship, sweat, and even blood they had expended? No wonder they were so popular and legendary in people's minds.

Such a brilliant performance, other than applause, what else could it be?

The Special Guard's brilliant performance caused a strong sensation in each company, setting off a wave of intense training. On the training field, the soldiers were sweating profusely, kicking their legs again and again, punching again and again.

As for the 5 km run in the morning, it gradually changed to 6 km and 7 km, gradually increasing the intensity of the training. In fact, as long as he ran in line, as long as he kept up with his pace, it would be easier to run. If he was running alone, it would be different. The more he ran, the more tired he would be. Therefore, each platoon would even arrange for a class monitor to be at the end of each platoon, specifically to cheer for the new recruits who had fallen behind. There were even some who would tie up their backpacks and run around the new recruits' bodies while holding onto their bodies; this kind of strict training allowed the new recruits' physical fitness and military skills to improve by leaps and bounds.

Of course, every time they ran, the first few platoon leaders would use their physical qualities to lead the charge. The new recruits would closely follow after them, each of their steps challenging the limits of their own abilities. Shao Xi was no exception as well. Sometimes, when he reached the state of forgetting himself, he would feel like he was floating in the clouds, floating in the air. He wanted to stop and rest for a while, but as a young man, who would submit to him? He didn't want to be left behind.

On this day, Shao Xi's stomach was in a bad state. He seemed to be feeling a little cold, and his running speed slowly increased. He only felt that his feces were wandering around his buttocks, and if he was a little careless, he would erupt. He wanted to report this to his superiors, but just as he thought of it, his competitive spirit was dispelled. He wanted to report this to his superiors, but just as he thought of it, his competitive spirit was dampened. As he thought about it, he felt that he had become immeasurably great, and that he had lost control of his feces as well. Naturally, the unsatisfactory blockage exploded, and Shao felt his buttocks warm and sticky. I'm going for broke. Gritting her teeth, she continued to follow the rhythm of the team, dashing forward and dashing forward.

Back in class, Shao realized his misfortune and didn't dare to sit in his seat, but this wasn't the way to go. He could already smell the class gradually filling up with the scent of his own creation. Helplessly, Shao Xi truthfully reported the situation to the class monitor, which led to a burst of laughter from his comrades.

"What are you laughing at!" Hou Yongdong stared at them, but patted Shao Xi on the shoulder and said, "Well done. The class monitor admires you! " He left the room, and a minute later, the platoon leader showed him the way to the bathhouse. At the evening's roll call, the platoon leader fiercely praised Shao Xi. What was he suffering from? What was he suffering from? What was he losing his skin and flesh? What was he not losing his team … In short, all the words of praise had been used. This made Shao Xi feel somewhat embarrassed.

In private, Zhao Gang secretly said to Shao Xi, "Shao Xi, this sh * t is worth it!"

In the final month of the new training, the main course was shooting. After hearing the news that they were going to fire their guns and practice shooting, the recruits were so excited that they didn't sleep all night. The weapon they had been looking forward to for so long was finally in their hands.