An Moxue couldn't understand how she ended up standing on the training field when she had only come to the Lion Independent Regiment to visit Uncle Zhang Jing and have him deliver some New Year's gifts.
Uncle Zhang is toxic, his mouth is toxic!
I guess I was too young and inexperienced in social interactions.
An Moxue looked at the soldiers who were quickly and neatly assembled. They had gathered all the new recruits and some veterans. There were probably a thousand people on the field now. Uncle Zhang had also called a few of his father's former subordinates who were on good terms with him, and some other people were on their way.
An Moxue thought to herself, "What are they trying to do? Isn't this making too much of a fuss?"
An Moxue stood beside Zhang Jing and said, "Comrades, the comrade standing next to me is the only daughter of An Muyang, the former regimental commander who has sacrificed his life. The purpose of my gathering you all today is to show you that there are always people more capable than you, and there is always something beyond your understanding. Some people in our regiment know about her. She is currently working as an educated youth in the countryside in Feilong Province. Now, new recruits, if you want to know your own worth, feel free to come and try."
After Zhang Jing finished speaking, the surroundings were quiet at first, but soon they began to murmur among themselves.
"I think it's just that she's good-looking, she's fucking gorgeous!"
"He's so skinny, how can he compare to us men? Our Independent Regiment isn't just any Tom, Dick, or Harry can get in. We're selected through a rigorous process. Isn't the political commissar giving this young comrade too much credit?"
"Winning would be dishonorable, losing would be embarrassing, so I'm not going."
"This girl was introduced so solemnly by our political commissar, she might have some skills."
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Zhang Jing leaned closer to An Moxue and whispered, "Moxue, in a moment, beat these kids as quickly as possible. Don't hold back, teach them a lesson. The border between our Northwest and Northeast is becoming increasingly unstable. Let's calm them down so they can train more diligently and have more ways to survive if they end up on the battlefield."
"Uncle Zhang, I understand. If it's just hand-to-hand combat, should we also have a marksmanship contest?"
"Your marksmanship is also impressive?" Zhang Jing asked, somewhat surprised.
"Not bad, it should be able to keep these new recruits in line."
“Then we’ll go to the firing range later,” Zhang Jing decided.
After waiting for a long time, there was a constant murmur of discussion below, but no one stepped forward.
Zhang Jing shouted, "All recruits, in your squads, the first to step forward in full combat!"
Then some soldiers quickly came out and stood in a new line. These people looked at each other, some guessing Political Commissar Zhang's intention, while others were still confused.
The recruit company had more than 500 people, and now there were 80 of them.
Zhang Jing turned to An Moxue and asked, "Five people in a group, is that alright?"
"Okay." Uncle Zhang, I feel like I'm a little white rabbit who's fallen for your tricks, you big bad wolf! You're going to make me do whatever you want!
It was so difficult for me to come back.
Zhang Jing issued the order: "Alright, now listen to my command, everyone be quiet. The soldiers who step forward now will form groups of five and enter from left to right. They will work together to attack Comrade An Moxue. If one group loses, the next group will move up or down. The circle will be the limit, and those who go outside the circle lose."
An Moxue walked to the middle of the training ground, looked at the row of new recruits, and then gave a standard military salute.
The first group of soldiers reluctantly stepped out of line and into the circle. As soon as they entered the circle, they were kicked out by An Moxue's series of kicks.
"Bang bang bang..." The five people were still a little dazed. After they stood up, their faces turned bright red, and they were so embarrassed that they didn't know what to do.
The crowd erupted in chaos, "How did that foot move? Did you even see it?"
No, what about you?
"I don't have any either."
"Tch, what's the big deal? It's an unfair victory. Our troops aren't even ready yet!"
"You can't say that. What if the enemy waits for you to be ready before they make their move on the battlefield?"
"The key point is that this is not a battlefield."
"Why not? Does a competition mean it's not a battlefield?"
"No, shouldn't we be focusing on why her feet came out so fast?"
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Zhang Jing called out, "Second group, step forward."
The soldiers in the second group were much more cautious than the first group. An Moxue did not take the first group by surprise, but waited for a moment. However, the five men still saluted An Moxue and then signaled for her to make the first move.
An Moxue didn't hold back either, delivering another series of kicks, "Bang bang bang..." The five people were kicked out of the circle again, without a chance to fight back. They weren't much better off than the previous five, all returning to the line with their heads down, looking like they'd been through a frost, all dejected!
This caused the crowd to erupt in complete commotion.
"Damn, that's really something!"
"That's definitely impressive."
"Such a slender little girl, amazing!"
"Did you see clearly how she kicked this time?"
"No, that's too fast!"
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The murmurs continued, so Zhang Jing raised his hand to signal for quiet and asked, "What do you all think? Underestimating the enemy, looking down on the enemy—do you think you're so capable?"
Many people felt ashamed, while others were unconvinced.
An Moxue walked over to Zhang Jing and whispered something to her before returning to the center of the room.
Zhang Jing looked at the soldiers and said, "Alright, now, let's change the rules. Ten people per group, knock them down and they're out, no limit on who's inside the circle. The next group of ten, step forward."
This time, all ten people were much more cautious. As soon as they entered the arena, they all made their moves and attacked together, no longer caring about men giving way to women or letting women make the first move.
An Moxue used her fists and feet with all her might. With a "bang," one person flew out. After the first one, there was a second and a third, until the last one. Although these ten people persisted for a short while, they only persisted and did not even touch a piece of An Moxue's clothes.
An Moxue stood in the middle, her breathing steady and smooth, without even blushing. Looking at the group of people, some were grimacing, some were limping, and she couldn't bear to look at them.
By this time, a group of officers had gathered around Zhang Jing. "Old Zhang, is this Commander An's daughter? Truly a young hero!"
"Hmm! Commander Xiao. How was it? Excellent, right? Just like her parents, it's a pity they won't see their daughter shine. Believe me, our Independent Regiment's support and efforts for her won't be in vain; the child is very grateful! This time she came back with a big bag of gifts, saying they're New Year's presents for her uncles and aunts. Moreover, if these little rascals don't step up after this afternoon, they'll be letting down all my good intentions." Anyone could hear the pride and admiration in Zhang Jing's words.
"Old Zhang, this girl has changed a lot. She used to be quiet and reserved, but now she's so spirited. She's completely different."
"I used to have my parents' love and care, but now I have to shoulder everything on my own. If things were like before, I wouldn't be able to survive!"
In the Lion Independent Regiment, everyone above the company level knows what An Moxue has been through in the past two years, and they all feel sorry for the child. Otherwise, there wouldn't be a year-round surveillance of the Tang family.
An Moxue stood in the middle of the field. After the ten people went down, no one else went up. Everyone had the same thought in their minds—why go up there? Would it be embarrassing? Would they be asking for a beating?
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