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  The hot air exhaled from his nostrils scattered in the cold wind, Wu Ming ran at a pace that was neither fast nor slow, with steps that were both open and closed, revealing a subtle charm, seemingly quick but not quite, seemingly slow but not quite, light and effortless as if treading on snow without leaving any marks, even more ethereal than the legendary Lingbo Micro Steps.

  The fact is that it didn't snow today, the cement floor of the playground was very hard, and only those who couldn't leave footprints were ordinary young people. Those who could leave footprints were Transformers. Wu Ming's running footsteps were indeed light and airy, after pulling a big bowel movement all night, his legs felt like they had been electrocuted. If he ran without feeling any lightness, it would be an insult to that roll of severely shrunk toilet paper.

  On the playground, eleven people stood like javelins. After Wu Ming ran to his side, he glanced at his watch and criticized seriously: "You're one minute late!"

  "Sorry about that!" Wu Ming admitted his mistake, "I had a bad stomach and diarrhea all night, my legs are a bit weak."

  "Did you stay up all night?"

  "Pick up girls!"

  "My brother-in-law is the deputy commander of the Third Battalion..." The antique sneered, "If you're not afraid that he'll use his big cannon to blast you into smithereens, then go ahead and mess with my sister!"

  Wu Ming's eyes widened and he said, "Really has a sister?"

  "Nonsense!" Gu Dong glared at Wu Ming, handing him a file bag and continued: "The person has been handed over to you, do whatever you want with them, just don't let anyone die!"

  The antique swung its sleeves and left, Wu Ming led ten slightly uneasy big men, revealing a narrow smile. They were all selected from the top of Yan Long's various departments, but they were all troublemakers who had violated military discipline and been detained.

  For three months, five hours a day, Wu Ming was only responsible for teaching them practical combat, practical shooting, and practical evasion. The rest of the physical training and military theory subjects were not his concern. Time was short, and it was not easy to hand in a satisfactory answer sheet to Commander Yan Long.

  Wu Ming was still quite confident, so he prepared a powerful and alternative training plan. Of course, he wasn't an altruistic person, and his enthusiasm actually had ulterior motives. He just wanted to perform better, gain more bargaining chips, and ultimately get his hands on that coveted military vehicle that he had been eyeing for a long time.

  Wu Ming adjusted his hat brim, put his hands behind his back, and revealed a sly smile. He pointed to the first soldier in line with his right hand and said, "Start enlisting from here!"

  "Dragon Flame Special Forces Second Infantry Regiment Assault Company Second Lieutenant Deng Qi reporting for duty."

  "......Second Lieutenant Lin De Jia of the 3rd Armored Division's tank company reports for duty."

  "…First Infantry Division Scout Platoon Sergeant Huang Keming reported for duty."

  "…Second Infantry Regiment Communication Company First-Class Officer Xie Zihao reporting for duty."

  Until the second-to-last one, a slightly more refined big guy: "Desheng, First Lieutenant of the Engineering Company, Second Infantry Regiment, Flame Dragon Special Forces Brigade, reporting for duty."

  The last big soldier shouted with full momentum: "Lieutenant Luo Yong of the Transportation Company, First Infantry Regiment, Flame Dragon Special Forces Brigade, reporting for duty!"

  Although it wasn't the first time he heard his name, others couldn't help but burst out laughing. Wu Ming immediately put on a stern face and shouted: "What are you laughing at? What's so funny?"

  Luo Yong's eyes widened in shock as Wu Ming burst out laughing: "Haha... Luo Yong? This name is truly to die for."

  It's really typical of only allowing officials to fart and not letting ordinary people speak, Luo Yong made a military salute with a black line on his face and said in a low voice: "Report!"

  "Haha... what's up?"

  "Excuse me, instructor, may I curse your mother?"

  With great difficulty, Wu Ming suppressed his laughter and coughed twice before speaking seriously: "Now let's get down to business! I believe you all know what I'm going to teach you? Without further ado, before today's training begins, let's start by running the track 100 times at our fastest speed. I want to use this opportunity to understand your physical condition."

  No dissenting voices emerged, and Wu Ming nodded in satisfaction, continuing: "I am a person who rewards and punishes clearly. Whoever finishes first, I will personally provide a reward. The reward is... " Wu Ming paused for dramatic effect before adding: "Sora Aoi's underwear!"

  A sudden commotion...

  "Is it the original flavor?"

  "Is it lace underwear?"

  "Is it express from the Far East? Free shipping? Dear!"

  "Halt!" Wu Ming bellowed, and after the crow's silence, he revealed a mysterious smile, saying: "You'll know when you've run out, let's start now!"

  As soon as he finished speaking, a few quick-reacting ones had already slipped out, and the slow-reacting ones cursed in a low voice before rushing out one after another. With a group of fierce and ferocious eyes like wolves and tigers, Wu Ming smiled slyly, and the young man's enthusiasm was indeed high!

  ……………………………………………………………

  Wu Ming sat on the concrete stump at the edge of the playground, pulling out Luo Yong's file and others. The oldest and highest-ranking military officer was Luo Yong, a lieutenant who was 26 years old this year. He used to be a platoon leader, but was later demoted due to fighting.

  All ten special soldiers were unmarried, with more than five years of military service, all of whom enlisted at the age of 16 and were previously students of major martial arts schools or physical work teams. Each one was trained from a young age, but compared to Zhuge Dachang, their innate talent was much worse.

  Roughly finishing the file, Wu Ming glanced at the time and found that forty minutes had passed. Running a hundred laps around the playground was approximately twenty kilometers. If it were Zhuge Dachang, he might have finished running long ago. However, the ten troublemakers had only run seventy-odd laps, with their speed and physical strength declining severely.

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  "Let's give them some stimulation and bring out their potential." Wu Ming sneered, pulling out a pure white little underwear from his pocket, waving it above his head and shouting loudly: "Comrades, add oil! The flight attendant's underwear is waiting for you!"

  Ahhh... A pack of hungry wolves, their eyes gleaming with excitement, as if they had dogs chasing after them, their speed picked up again, each one like they'd been injected with chicken blood, staking everything on a desperate sprint.

  In the final sprint of the last ten laps, Luo Yong and Di Cheng, who had been lagging behind, suddenly accelerated wildly and quickly broke away from the pack, leaving the rest of the team far behind. The two men, evenly matched, charged forward side by side, neither giving an inch. In the end, Di Cheng crossed the finish line a hair's breadth ahead of Luo Yong, right in front of Wu Ming.

  "Inside... hehe... underwear... give me..." Di Cheng's face was filled with manic joy, his breathing heavy as an ox as he stretched out his hand.

  In a pair of eyes that were as fierce as fire and poison, Wu Ming solemnly handed his underwear to Comrade Di Cheng, saying seriously: "Don't disappoint the underwear given by Wei."

  "Yes!" Di Cheng excitedly nodded, unfolded the small underwear, and his face quickly turned black as he hastily said: "The brand tag on this underwear hasn't even been removed, it's definitely not Kong Laoshi's underwear."

  "Who says it isn't?" Wu Ming said calmly: "One side is the back."

  Di Cheng flipped it over, and the corners of his mouth twitched uncontrollably. On the back of the underwear, a few crooked words were written: "Sora Aoi's Underwear". This was indeed Sora Aoi's underwear; no one could say it wasn't.

  A brave knight crossed the treacherous mountains, swam across the evil waters, and risked his life to defeat the evil dragon. Finally, he rescued the beautiful princess, only to discover that the princess was actually a man dressed as a woman, a pure dude. At this moment, Di Cheng's emotions could no longer be described with words. He tore his heart out and screamed at the sky: "What a scam!"

  Working hard for decades, one morning back to before liberation.

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  Shed skin, shed flesh, don't fall behind! Shed blood, shed sweat, don't shed tears!

  In the enclosed combat training ground, Wu Ming smiled and said slowly to the ten special soldiers: "Now let's test your actual combat fighting skills first. There are three plans for you to choose from. First, I'll fight all ten of you alone. Second, all ten of you will fight me alone..."

  "Is there a difference?" someone whispered, interrupting.

  "There's no difference, we only have the share of being beaten..." Wu Ming rubbed his nose and smiled: "New officials take office with three fires, I think it's good to whip you guys properly."

  Three fires? This is simply the three flavors of true fire, sinister! It's too sinister. We just ran 20 kilometers and were exhausted like dogs, now we're going to fight, isn't that masochistic? Ten people shouted in unison: "We choose the third one!"

  Wu Ming revealed an expression that was indeed not beyond my expectations, and smiled slyly: "Very good! The third option is for all of you to fight each other. Whoever dares to hold back, I'll break both their hands and lock them in the isolation room."

  Two hands broke, locked in a hair room? Wow! It's really too cruel, it will be played to death by this heartless instructor sooner or later. Soldiers take obeying orders as their duty, ten people dare to get angry but not dare to speak.

  Ten special soldiers followed Wu Ming to the central area of the training ground, where a soft mat was laid out. Wu Ming revealed a sinister smile and said: "Let's fight here, you can fight however you want, there is no reward for winning, but there is a prize for losing."

  "What's the logic in this? Luo Yong couldn't help but ask: "Instructor! Why is it that those who lose are rewarded?"

  "Good question!" Wu Ming praised and said: "I couldn't sleep last night, I thought hard for a whole night and came up with three very cool nicknames, namely Bug Eye, Chicken Eye, and P Eye."

  Ten people's faces began to twitch to varying degrees...

  Wu Ming stepped on the cushion, chuckled and said: "Whoever is the first to be thrown out will be given the nickname 'P Eye', the second one will be 'Chicken Eye', the third one will be 'Bug Eye'. The assessment begins now!"

  No one wants this reward! Ten people all showed ferocious expressions, today we'd rather die here than live with the nickname 'coward' and never be able to hold our heads up again.

  "What's wrong with you?" Wu Ming walked to the side with his hands behind his back and said in a bad tone, "If it were me, someone would have been thrown out by now."

  "Brother! Sorry about that!" Luo Yong shouted loudly and pounced on Di Cheng, who was easier to bully.

  The melee began, and the ten people tangled together in a heap. Now there were only enemies, no brothers, and no one wanted to end up with a stinky nickname. Wu Ming sat aside, took out paper and pen, ready to start recording their fighting characteristics.

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