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  There's a song lyric: What's different about us soldiers?

  Actually, Brother Bing is no different, he doesn't have three heads and six arms, can't fly or walk on walls, pee won't split, when seeing a naked beauty, still subconsciously think of unzipping pants, fight with the demon all night, next day legs will be weak and can't move.

  They have one more honor, one more responsibility, they carry guns on their shoulders, but bear the mission of defending the country and protecting the family, drinking water, but willing to shed blood and sweat for the motherland. Soldiers are always the most respectable people under this starry sky.

  But this does not include the old slippery fish in front of Wu Ming's eyes, the ten Longyan squads. Some are greedy for life and afraid of death, some are despicable and shameless, and some have no heart or lungs. The troops are a big melting pot, a place to reform and temper people, but still can't mold them into usable material, let alone pillars.

  After spending a whole night, Wu Ming thoroughly understood the detailed file records of the Longyan team. To sum it up, they came to the troops just waiting for their salary, doing one day's work as a monk striking one day's bell, muddling along, simply put, they were just going through the motions and waiting for death. In short, they were here just to get by.

  It's just that their technique of stealing soy sauce is more advanced and has depth, it's the kind where they can carry a bottle of soy sauce out, but then bring back the owner of the small shop.

  Of course, this soy sauce can only be beaten by special soldiers. If it's an ordinary person, they first need to weigh whether they can win against the boss who holds a watermelon knife.

  A thousand li of barren land, not a disaster in one day. Their negative laziness was not formed overnight, but has long been deeply ingrained. To motivate them to study hard and strive for self-improvement is absolutely not easier than seducing a virtuous woman.

  This is a group of stubborn donkeys, pulling and not moving, beating and retreating. In fact, their innate talents are outstanding, but they deliberately hide their abilities. If it weren't for the small report in the file bag, Wu Ming would not have known that they were a group of people who kept a low profile.

  They are usually quite ordinary, but have a lot of minor problems, often violating military discipline. The main thing is that they lack the motivation to improve themselves and do not possess the qualities that a qualified soldier should have. To put it bluntly, if they see a beautiful woman showing her legs, they will definitely whistle lewdly.

  The commander of the Flame Dragon Squad, Xu Guohao, had a clear goal, which was to turn them into the second special warfare squad comparable to Longya. However, no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't get these ten old slippery fish under control, and forcing them wouldn't work either.

  To achieve a deep skill, one must take shitting seriously. To achieve a good skill, one must practice urination in a lying down position. To make them thoroughly aware, one must work hard and invest in training, and think of ways to cater to their interests, use the right medicine for the symptom, and deal with extraordinary people with extraordinary measures.

  For that armored vehicle with tiger skin, Wu Ming racked his brains for a night and finally came up with a way to motivate them to move forward. In his opinion, this method had a 99% chance of being effective.

  The Flame Dragon squad is managed very strictly. Even for old soldiers, they can only take a half-day leave once a month. Mobile phones are not allowed to be used in daily life. There are computers in the squad but no internet connection. There is a large library but it only has military books. The usual entertainment program is TV, unfortunately there is no decoder, so no satellite TV.

  Ten young men with vigorous blood and energy, none of whom have a partner, have been living like ascetic monks for years on end. It's easy to imagine how empty and lonely they must feel. What do they want most? They would even fight over the underwear of a great master of desire - what else could they possibly want?

  Just give them a little temptation, and they will obediently follow suit. Thinking of this delightful thought, Wu Ming couldn't help but cover his mouth and chuckle secretly...

  "Report!"

  "What's wrong?"

  "Coach! Have you been stimulated by something?"

  "What can I be stimulated by?"

  "You've been smiling foolishly for ten minutes, is there really nothing wrong? Do you want us to call a military doctor over?"

  How dare you be sarcastic to me? Later, you will know what it's like. Wu Ming swept his eyes over the ten people, cleared his throat and asked slowly: "Who can tell me what is actual combat fighting? How do you understand actual combat fighting?" When no one made a sound, he pointed at Luo Yong and continued: "Luo Yong! Speak."

  "Actual combat fighting is for actual combat, I think it's about knocking down the enemy with the fastest speed."

  "De Sheng, where is he?"

  Di Cheng hesitated for a moment, then said in a low voice: "I think that to knock down the enemy without getting hurt is the premise, two defeats are not called wrestling, that's called desperation."

  "Not bad!" Wu Ming nodded, smiling: "The key to actual combat is to use the fastest and most effective method to knock down the enemy. We are soldiers, not martial artists. As long as we can knock down the enemy, any means will do."

  "What you said is just like what Instructor Long said."

  "Long said so too."

  "It's indeed a hero's insight...” Wu Ming rubbed his nose, revealing a hint of self-satisfaction, before continuing in a serious tone: “To defeat the enemy with the fastest speed, one's moves must be carefully considered. For this, I've summarized three techniques: poking the eyes, locking the throat, and digging into the groin.”

  Damn! This is really sinister! What kind of person is this instructor? Could he be from the legendary Demon Sect? The ten members of the Dragon Eye Squad all twitched at the corners of their eyes, and with great difficulty swallowed a mouthful of saliva, feeling an inexplicable burning sensation.

  "To improve actual combat skills, only real practice is effective..." Wu Ming said with a serious tone: "Today's actual combat training begins."

  Are you kidding me? Are you talking about practicing poking eyes, choking, and castrating? Ten people all looked shocked, losing one's eyes can still make one a legendary blind swordsman, but if one loses their eggs they can only become an eunuch like Dongfang Bubai, an incomplete man.

  Ten people's terrified eyes, Wu Ming guessed their thoughts and said with a bad tone: "These despicable means can be used on enemies, but everyone is comrades-in-arms. If you disable others, will you go help them inherit their family business in the future?"

  Luoyong scratched his head, looking embarrassed, and said: "We're all comrades-in-arms, no need to say more, but helping with passing on the family line is still something I can help with."

  "Get out of here!"

  "It's all over soon."

  "Damn it, he's done for."

  "Alright, alright..." Wu Ming hastily called a halt, mysteriously pulling out a photo album and lewdly smiling: "Comrades, what's this? A limited edition of Teacher Chou's revealing photos!"

  Ten people stared, and indeed the cover was a revealing photo of Teacher Cang, who no longer needs to make money lying down these years. Every day, they wear clothes, so how could they almost not recognize the naked Desire Technique Master in front of them?

  Di's eyes widened with excitement as he exclaimed: "Wow! It really is Teacher Cang!"

  Luoyong's face was dull and he muttered: "My goddess!"

  "How could you possibly bring this thing in?"

  "Really?"

  Wu Ming smiled complacently and said, "Then let's not bother with that, I have my own way."

  On the surface, this is just a reserve unit in Beijing, but in reality, it's one of the secret training bases for the Flame Dragon First Division. The security here is extremely tight, not even mobile phones are allowed to be brought in, let alone these forbidden items.

  However, there is no wall that doesn't leak wind. Wu Ming bribed the gatekeeper to relax the inspection, and then he could sneak things in. Although money can make ghosts grind, it's a penny for a penny of goods. Don't think that a casual bribe with a pack of cigarettes will do; that really underestimates the gatekeeper's appetite. Wu Ming bribed two packs!

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  Wu Ming said that whoever can knock him down will get his photo album as a reward. This sparked a ripple effect, and the eyes of ten people changed. The Wolf Girl Goddess's photo album is something they must get their hands on, even if it takes all their strength!

  As soon as the battle began, Wu Ming found that things were different. The speed and strength of the ten people had increased significantly, and after falling to the ground, they no longer pretended to be dead, but instead sprang up vigorously and pounced on Wu Ming, as if he was their sworn enemy.

  For a photo album! This group of vegetarians who have been eating for years are really serious, Wu Ming put away his sloppy face and started to get serious...

  The door of the martial arts training room was half open, and Xu Guohao showed a relieved expression, saying in a low voice: "This group of mixed kids has finally become serious."

  "It's all because of a messy book... " Gu Dong scolded, and sighed helplessly: "Have they gone crazy?"

  Xu Guohao chuckled and said, "Indeed, the wild way is still effective."

  "But...," said the antique dealer cautiously, "is it a good idea to let him bring those messy things in?"

  "What's all this nonsense?" Xǔ Guóháo asked with a puzzled expression: "How did I not know he brought things in?"

  The antique's eyebrow twitched and he blinked his eyes, saying: "Maybe I just saw things."

  The two of them exchanged a smile and left the training ground. Shortly after they left, ten people fell to the ground, one by one, with bruised noses and swollen faces, gasping for air.

  Wu Ming put away the photo album, with a mocking tone: "Tsk tsk... what a pity. I'll take this limited edition photo album first. If you want to get your hands on it, you're still too tender and need to work harder."

  Damn it! All ten of them had a gnashing expression, and at the same time, they had some fear for Wu Ming, so they couldn't hurt him at all, let alone knock him down. Where did this freak come from?

  "Today's actual combat training has come to an end, let's go to the shooting range now...". Wu Ming walked towards the door outside, he reached the doorway and turned back to add: "I've also brought other good stuff!"

  An hour later...

  The shooting range was quiet, with ten people holding 95-type automatic rifles crawling on the ground, their eyes fixed unblinkingly on the sighting mirror, and each person had a book propped up with bricks twenty meters in front of them.

  "It's really exciting, I'm ready to pour the wax oil......" Luo Yong jumped up with excitement, ran to his own front page, flipped through a page, and then rushed back to aim.

  The enemy is always moving, so most of the actual combat shooting practices are mobile targets. In order to improve their moving aiming skills, Wu Ming thought of this method, letting them use aiming mirror books, which are naturally low-level and not suitable for children.

  This bizarre training method not only improves their mobile aiming ability, but also boosts their enthusiasm, making them actively engage in the dull aiming practice, which is indeed a win-win approach.

  This training plan is indeed feasible, and after a few days, think of a way to get the 5th one in, stimulate them well, Wu Ming showed a sly smile, even if he's an old slicker, he can still make oil explode!

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