Xu Le looked at the people in front of him through his sunglasses. His expression was calm and composed.
Compared to these young masters of the upper class, he was just an orphan from Donglin. He was born poor, and it was impossible for him to have a golden spoon or precious jade in his mouth when he was born. However, he had great strength and a strong backbone. In his mind, he had always been entangled with the oldest and greatest old man in human society. Even when facing the revered god of war, Li Pifu, he could still stiffen his neck and remain composed. Showing a sense of superiority in front of him? That was a joke.
After a moment of silence, he opened his mouth and said to the people in front of him.
"Perhaps many of you are still wondering why the Department of Defense sent you to the West Woods. In fact, I am also very puzzled by this question. Because I don't know where to start training you. You are just a pile of dirt. Even if you are smelted in a high-temperature furnace for a few years, you will only become brittle and useless ceramic pieces. It is impossible for you to become the steel material that the army truly needs. "
"The material you are made of determines your possibilities. If you are a pile of dog sh * t and pee your pants after going to the front line because of the Empire's roaring bullets, then you will become a pile of diluted sh * t. If you stick to the pants of our Group 7, it will make me very uncomfortable and very angry. "
In the S1 training base, Xu Le, who wore sunglasses, had already played the role of a cold instructor many times. He was already very familiar with this set of actions. Those truly outstanding people of the Federal Army had all turned red under his harsh humiliation. They were angry and irritable. Not to mention this group of old soldiers from the 17th Division in front of him, this group of young masters who had never been humiliated like this in their lives.
Dog sh * t was still diluted. Dirt could not be smelted into steel. The soldiers listened to these extremely humiliating words and looked at the taunting and bullying of the lieutenant colonel at the front of the line, whose face was mostly covered by sunglasses. Their expressions had already become extremely ugly. Many people showed resentment in their eyes. Some people began to discuss with gloomy expressions.
Xu Le ignored these obvious violations of discipline. He looked down at the list in the electronic notebook and said, "But since the Ministry of National Defense has handed you over to me, and since Mr. President trusts me, I have to do something."
"To tell you the truth, in ten days, we will be parachuting to planet 163 to carry out an extremely risky mission. Believe me, after this mission is completed, the chances of you surviving are not high. "
Apart from a few powerful ruffians, most of the soldiers' expressions changed drastically. If it was said that Xu Le's previous words had made them angry, then the revealed mission made them feel endless fear.
Xu Le wasn't lying. According to the analysis in Zou Yu's email, the Federation government had to do something in order to silence the George Carlin faction and the Green Dragon Mountain faction that was preparing to take advantage of the situation.
Regardless of whether it was because of his anger or because he wanted to appease the anger of the people, President Parable had to let these people go to the real frontlines and accept the real test of blood and fire. And he … was the sword in President Parable's hand.
Recognizing this fact clearly, Xu Le didn't feel too heavy or angry. He had always admired and admired Pabre, this … what Mr. Shi called his "own president."
This president had rescued him from prison. The president had always displayed a moral integrity that was completely different from the politicians. The president was an exception in the political history of the Federation. He was an exception that deserved the sincere protection of people like Xu Le, so he was willing to work hard to complete the mission given by the president.
As for the sons of these important figures in the Federation, if they wanted to live, they had to change their attitude towards life. If they died, Xu Le believed that he wouldn't have too many tears to shed.
He looked at the few powerful ruffians in the back of the crowd who didn't hide their cold, arrogant, and wild expressions. His brows furrowed. These bodybuilders of the 17th Division looked as cold and callous as Du Shaoqing's soldiers, but they hadn't learned the Iron Seventh Division's sense of discipline at all. It was truly a bit annoying.
"Yan Bingyan, Liu Qingsong …" He called out the names of those people and said, "You guys stay here. The rest of you start running laps until I tell you to stop."
This was an order to half disperse. At this moment, the soldiers who had fallen into shock, panic, and anger didn't follow the order to run. Instead, they stared at Xu Le with eyes that were about to spit fire, as if they wanted to melt the cold sunglasses on his face.
"We're not going!" someone shouted loudly.
Xi Peng said coldly, "We demand freedom of communication."
The son of another senator shouted angrily, "Why do we have to go to the front lines? Since when can the garrison area fight in a foreign land? You have to give us an explanation, or else we want the Ministry of Defense to give us an explanation! "
As soon as the son thought of going to war with those beast-like Empire people, his face turned pale with fright. He pulled at his hair in pain, completely unable to understand what was happening before his eyes. He couldn't inform his father, family, or girlfriend. Did he have to go to the front lines in such a muddled manner?
Under the influence of all kinds of emotions, the crowd began to become agitated. They protested loudly and angrily. They had no intention of leaving at all. Instead, they surrounded Xu Le and the members of the Seventh Division. They were not real soldiers of the federation in the first place. Suddenly realizing that they were about to face an iron-blooded war, the desire to survive, the fear of being forgotten, and the hatred for Xu Le's attitude mixed together and turned into a kind of tide of excitement.
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Bai Yulan glanced at Xu Le, using her gaze to ask if they needed to suppress him. Xu Le shook his head, used his index finger to push up his sunglasses, and walked towards the back of the crowd.
The old soldiers didn't run laps after disbanding, and those few strong soldiers he had named also didn't stay behind as ordered. Instead, they returned to the training equipment without any discipline.
They began to flex their muscles again, silently and disdainfully spraying the smell of hormones as a silent demonstration and protest.
The heavy training equipment collided continuously, producing dull metallic sounds. The muscular men in the tight singlets were drenched in sweat. They looked at the approaching Xu Le, but had no intention of getting up at all. Among them, the second lieutenant named Yan Bingyan looked at Xu Le provocatively with a mocking smile, revealing a mouthful of white teeth. His smile wasn't sunny at all, but fierce and ruthless.
Yan Bingyan, the 17th Division's record holder for many training events in the past three years. For this monster, running ten kilometers with weights was as easy as taking a stroll. Right now, the weight displayed on the electronic positioning weight training equipment he was using had already reached its peak, but he was still able to easily reveal a hint of mockery in his smile.
When the soldiers beside the training equipment heard that they were going to the frontlines, they weren't as panicked as the old soldiers. Instead, they were faintly excited. It was just that they were used to being undisciplined in Hong Kong, and more importantly, they were a little aggrieved by the National Defence Department's ruthless methods, and angered by Xu Le's attitude, so they were exceptionally tough.
"I didn't ask you to stay behind to train with these weights," Xu Le looked at the guys beside the equipment and said, "Are you kids who want to play? Or are you guys male prostitutes who specialize in bodybuilding and then flirt with rich ladies? Otherwise, why can't you leave these things for even a moment? "
With a muffled thud, Yan Bingyan came down from the equipment with an ashen face. The heavy weight landed heavily on the receiver, and the steel handle, which was about three fingers thick, shook up and down.
The rest of the strong men also came down from the equipment and stood behind Yan Bingyan, coldly looking at Xu Le and the people behind him.
"Sir, I think it's best to take back those words." Yan Bingyan stared into his eyes and said, "Of course I don't dare to threaten you, but to say that the equipment used by the military is the means of a male prostitute, I feel that this is an unacceptable humiliation."
"Of course, you may not be good at these things." Yan Bingyan looked at him with a hint of mockery, "But I think that no matter what army, the strong should always receive a certain amount of respect."
"Very good, respect the strong. At least we have one thing in common." Xu Le looked at him and suddenly said, "Da Xiong, let this strong man try holding your weapon."
As the gunner of Group 7, Xiong Linquan's strength was unparalleled. Even in the entire Federal military, he could be ranked at the forefront. Hearing this, Bai Yulan and the others instantly understood what the supervisor wanted to do, and their lips curled up slightly.
Initially, Xiong Linquan had been the one who disliked Xu Le the most, but after interacting with him in the training base, after graduating from the Japanese Academy, he had become the one who admired Xu Le the most. After hearing the order, he ran back without hesitation. Half a minute later, he carried his favourite weapon.
The strong men beside the training equipment looked at the heavy Darlin rotary cannon in Xiong Linquan's hands, and their expressions turned ugly. In the Federation's military camp, there were many fierce people who could use the Darlin rotary cannon, which was specially used for mecha and fighter jets. In fact, every one of them could be said to be a legend, but this guy in front of them was actually carrying it so easily. Could this really be his standard weapon?
"Don't force yourself," said Xiong Linquan sincerely as he carefully handed the heavy machine gun in his hands to Yan Bingyan. Of course, he wouldn't sympathize with the guy in front of him, wondering if his wrist would break with a snap. He was only worried that this seemingly tough guy would break the equipment he used to make a living.
Yan Bingyan's expression was ugly, but also serious and stubborn. He took a deep breath, and the muscles on his arms bulged as he took the Darlin rotary cannon.
Being able to lift the Darlin rotary cannon with one hand showed that this ace soldier of the 17th Division indeed had extraordinary strength. However, his face was slightly red, and his right shoulder was trembling. If he wanted to use the Darlin rotary cannon to shoot everywhere on the battlefield, it would obviously be impossible. From this point of view, he was much weaker than Xiong Linquan.
Two seconds later, Xiong Linquan snatched the Darlin rotary cannon away, shook his head, and turned to leave.
Yan Bingyan's face was still red. Other than using too much strength, he was more embarrassed. However, he wasn't convinced, because in the military camp, strength wasn't everything.
Xu Le didn't need to look at the strong man's expression to know what he was thinking. He extended his hand to Bai Yulan and said, "Give me your uniform."
Bai Yulan took off his uniform without hesitation.
Xu Le walked over to the weight training apparatus that Yan Bingyan had previously used to train, and carefully rolled up Bai Yulan's uniform onto the pure steel handrail.
He glanced at the maximum weight value displayed on the apparatus, and knew that it was left behind by Yan Bingyan. He remained silent.
Everyone present thought that he was going to show off his strength. The men of Group 7 began to shrug their shoulders, but Yan Bingyan and the people behind her had a suspicious look on their faces. They always felt that although this lieutenant colonel was a little too young, it was impossible for him to have so much strength just by looking at his body.
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