When the applause dissipated, Zhao Changsheng stepped down from the podium and patted Yang Chen on the shoulder, which was meaningful. The one hundred and twenty-two students in this classroom came from the special operations brigade of the field group army, and they were all chief officers and backbones. They were very proud. Can you
Convincing them and winning respect is the first test Yang Chen faces.
Yang Chen nodded with understanding and came to the center of the podium. When Zhao Changsheng walked out of the lecture theater and closed the door, he faced all the students calmly and said calmly: "Everyone, please sit down."
The students sat down neatly.
Yang Chen picked up the chalk and wrote his name on the blackboard and introduced himself very simply. He did not reveal much identity information, nor did he describe the extraordinary achievements he had made during his many years of military service.
A good man does not mention his former bravery.
"Looking at your expressions, I know you think I am even less suitable to stand here." Yang Chen laughed at himself and continued: "Whether I am suitable or not, you will know soon."
"Teacher Yang, I have a question."
As soon as Yang Chen finished speaking, Shen Jianjun raised his hand resolutely to attract everyone's attention. Yang Chen was not surprised at all. Most of the people here were elites in the field army.
Major, he is arrogant and unruly.
"Say..." Yang Chen stared at Shen Jianjun with a half-smile.
Shen Jianjun left his seat, stood up straight, like a straight javelin poking behind the third row of desks, held his head high and said: "We are all from the top troops of the field group army. We are the best soldiers, and we have personally trained batch after batch of followers.
We are all excellent soldiers, and many of them deserve the title of King of Soldiers."
"Don't beat around the bush, just say what you have to say." Yang Chen interrupted Shen Jianjun.
"Teacher Yang, I want to know, you are so young, you should be less than thirty years old, and you are not an active soldier. You come to teach a group of professional soldiers like us who have been in the army for more than ten years. Where does your confidence come from?" Shen Jianjun said brightly.
He stared at Yang Chen, not like facing a teacher, but like questioning a subordinate, with an imposing manner.
More than a hundred students stared at Yang Chen, waiting for the answer.
"Report yourself and let me know who you are and how outstanding you are." Yang Chen asked instead without answering.
"My name is Shen Jianjun, I am thirty-eight years old, and I am the captain of the Night Tiger Brigade, which is also the current Tianlang Commando Team." Shen Jianjun's words were sonorous and powerful, and the pride in his bones was clearly revealed.
"Thirty-eight years old, at the regimental level, quite satisfactory." Yang Chen's tepid words stimulated Shen Jianjun's brows to slightly frown and he was about to retort, but Yang Chen raised his voice first and asked: "Shen Jianjun, have you ever killed anyone and seen blood?
?Have you been on the battlefield? Have you ever fought with foreign special forces with real swords and guns? Have you ever been chased and intercepted by hundreds of enemies?"
A series of questions left Shen Jianjun speechless.
When other students witnessed Yang Chen's sudden appearance, their hearts... couldn't help but rise to their throats.
Shen Jianjun was silent for a moment and said: "I have never experienced this. As a special operations force commander, I deeply regret this..."
"This is the reason why I can be your teacher." Yang Chen pressed his hands on the desk and interrupted domineeringly, showing off the style of an iron-blooded soldier, which suffocated the students present.
"Have you ever experienced it?" Shen Jianjun didn't believe it.
"Having never experienced this, how could I have the shame to walk up to the podium at the National Defense University." After Yang Chen finished speaking, he smiled proudly and asked Shen Jianjun, "You said you have trained many soldiers kings, do you know what a soldier king is?"
"The King of Soldiers..." Shen Jianjun hesitated, not knowing how to express the King of Soldiers perfectly.
"The King of Soldiers is not a contestant, nor can it be created by brutal training and close-to-actual combat exercises. In my opinion, the only King of Soldiers trained by you, Yehuhu, are Cao Zheng and Qin Bin. Unfortunately, Cao Zheng died in a mission.
"Yang Chen said with sadness on his face at the end.
Shen Jianjun's heart was filled with ups and downs, and he stared blankly at Yang Chen, Cao Zheng, and Qin Binling, all of whom were his comrades-in-arms. He was once the top master of Yehuhu, and had created many records and honors that no one has been able to replicate, which made him often sigh...
..The men of Yehuhu are worse than the others.
Six years ago, the two of them were selected. Later, their files were transferred and contact was lost. They seemed to have disappeared. He guessed that the two of them would probably join the legendary fifth unit.
Three or five people are selected from Yehuhu every year, but most of the time those selected are sent back soon. They keep silent about the details of participating in the selection, which makes Shen Jianjun curious and fascinated, but he has not participated in the selection for so many years.
I didn’t even have a chance to be selected, so I was extremely envious of my two old comrades.
"How do you know Cao Zheng and Qin Bin? How do you know that Cao Zheng died?" Shen Jianjun's serious and arrogant expression finally collapsed, and surprise and surprise appeared on his face.
"They are rookies I have trained." Yang Chen replied calmly.
Everyone here understood what "rookie" meant. They all looked at Yang Chen with bated breath. The previous arrogance, contempt, and doubts were gone. They all noticed that the young teacher was evil.
Shen Jianjun asked in disbelief: "Cao Zheng really died?"
Yang Chen nodded, and Shen Jianjun was in a daze for more than ten seconds. He sighed sadly, gave Yang Chen a standard military salute, and said, "Teacher Yang, I apologize to you."
"It's okay, sit down." Yang Chen calmed Shen Jianjun and started the class. He picked up the textbook he carried with him, shook it at the 122 students, and said: "The content compiled in the textbook will not be of any use to you.
Any promotion effect, I say this, I believe you will also agree."
The students nodded.
They read too many similar textbooks and ponder them for too long, and the essence is almost absorbed by them, leaving them with almost no use value.
"So, I don't know how to use this thing. What I'm talking about... is not included in any special warfare textbook of the National Military Academy." Yang Chen said and wrote two lines on the blackboard.
Chapter One, Survival.
The first section, battlefield camouflage.
The students listened to the lecture attentively and took notes. When the bell rang, one hundred and twenty-two people were still interested. Experts would know if there was anything left.
Teacher Yang is really amazing!
A short ninety-minute class gave them an unprecedented shock.
"Stand up!" Following the squad leader's loud command, the students stood upright with their heads held high and their chests held high. They watched Yang Chen leave the classroom and immediately whispered to each other.
One student lamented: "Teachers who have been in war are different."
"Old Shen, you seem to know a little bit about our teacher Yang." A young student approached Shen Jianjun with a smile, and there was something in his words.
Shen Jianjun said indifferently: "I can't say that I understand him. What I can confirm is... that he comes from the most mysterious shadow army."
The young student exclaimed: "That is the real King of Soldiers!"
Shen Jianjun shook his head and said slowly: "He is the king of soldiers among kings of soldiers..."
In the next few days, various rumors about Yang Chen spread like wildfire, becoming more and more bizarre. When students from other majors heard about it, most of them scoffed or laughed it off.
In times of peace, there is no such thing as a warrior king who has experienced hundreds of battles.
