In the center of the valley was a huge school ground. Zhao Yuan, who was looking unhappy, led everyone to the largest school ground in Jinghai City. There, there were already a pair of soldiers standing in a square formation of 500 people.
Everyone was wearing dark green military uniforms. The shoulders of the military uniforms were bare. There were no wheat flowers or any stars. They did not look like the uniforms of regular troops at all, but their standing postures were extremely standard, so quiet.
Standing there, there was also a strong chilling air spreading.
Especially the twenty people at the front had a murderous look on their faces, a murderous look that only comes after several battles. Ye Xingchen just looked at this group of people quietly, and he even believed that,
Even the strongest members of the Kirin Team in his own hands may not have the same fighting power as them. These people are definitely super elites left over after a narrow escape.
"Xiaoye, these are the five hundred soldiers I prepared for you. These are the elites of our army. What do you think?" Seeing the silent expression in Ye Xingchen's eyes, Zhao Yuan smiled casually.
Laughed.
"Strong, absolutely powerful. Even the strongest people under my command are no match for them!" Ye Xingchen said with certainty. The combat power of this group of people is definitely stronger than that of the Qilin Team. Their killing aura makes them more powerful.
Their fighting instincts, their experience, and their physical fitness are definitely not something that the Kirin Team can predict.
But this group of people also has a huge disadvantage, that is, they are more like machines that can only kill than humans. They have no emotions in their hearts, and some only have absolute obedience to orders.
If we really fight against the members of the Qilin Team, the outcome is still unknown. After all, the members of the Qilin Team have gone through the test of life and death for many years. While they have developed their skills, they have also developed deep friendships. It is a kind of competition.
The affection that makes life more precious can often make people do many things that are difficult to do at ordinary times.
"Haha, they are also your subordinates now, are you satisfied?" Zhao Yuan saw the firm look in Ye Xingchen's eyes and nodded naturally. This is the right thing. If these elites selected from the army are still
Without the strength of the Xingyao Society, then my position as Vice Chairman of the Military Commission would be in vain, right?
"Satisfied, quite satisfied!" Apart from saying this, what else can Ye Xingchen say? Could it be that no one in this group of guys is sexy?
The army is the sword of the country. When a sword has thoughts, it is the beginning of a country's demise. What the country needs is this kind of warriors who absolutely obey orders, not a group of fleshy, emotional and thoughtful people.
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"Haha, what you have to do now is to defeat twenty of them, and then they will recognize your leadership position!" Zhao Yuan also nodded with satisfaction and said casually.
The other people were stunned, this... what is this? It can be seen at a glance that these twenty people are the twenty strongest people here. Each one of them is a super elite who has been on the battlefield for a long time.
No matter how strong Ye Xingchen is, he can only deal with three or four people. How can he deal with twenty people? Isn't this obviously making Ye Xingchen look bad?
Ye Xingchen was also slightly startled. When he saw the proud smile on Zhao Yuan's face, he knew in his heart that this was the power given to him by the superiors. Thinking about it, the superiors had given him such great rights, or so many rights.
If the privilege cannot be shaken properly, what if he has any different intentions? It has always been the national policy to use both soft and hard tactics.
While the higher authorities have given him so many privileges, they also naturally want to suppress him from the other side. But who is Ye Xingchen? He has always been a person who takes soft things but not hard ones. So what if you are a country?
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Since the higher-ups want to give him power, then just chop off the horse.
"Just defeat them directly?" Ye Xingchen said to Zhao Yuan seriously.
"No, what the ten of them are good at is marksmanship. As long as you can beat their marksmanship, you will win. What these ten people are good at is fighting. I know that your fighting skills are very powerful. I think the ten of them are no match for you.
Really?" Zhao Yuan said with a faint smile. He also knew that Ye Xingchen had good skills, but he didn't know much about Ye Xingchen's marksmanship. Everyone knew that Ye Xingchen used a throwing knife instead of a pistol.
"I understand!" Ye Xingchen nodded heavily and walked directly forward.
"Which of your two teams will come first?" Ye Xingchen came to the front of the twenty people and said arrogantly.
"Sir, I'll go first!" At this time, the person at the front took a step forward, saluted Ye Xingchen, and then shouted in a deep voice, as loud as thunder, loud and clear.
"How much trouble do you have to come one by one? You are all just trying to rob each other, so let's go together..." Ye Xingchen nodded indifferently.
"Come together?" Not only was the soldier stunned, but Zhao Yuan and others behind Ye Xingchen were also stunned. How could we do this thing that is so much better than marksmanship together? Do we still have to shoot at each other?
"Chairman, I also want you to select a hundred people. Each of them will take a wine bottle in their hands, and then throw it into the sky at the same time. We will compete with who can shoot more wine bottles. I am one person, and they are ten. Such a competition
I wonder if the chairman is satisfied with the method?" Ye Xingchen said lightly, but anyone could hear the arrogance in his words.
Everyone, including the ten men, were stunned. This＾...isn't this looking for death? There are ten of us, even if each of them shoots one, there are still ten wine bottles. Each of them only needs to shoot five bottles.
He can be invincible. How many shots can he make by himself?
"Satisfied, satisfied, of course satisfied. It's just that the wine bottles were thrown into the sky. How can we ensure which one was shot by you?" Zhao Yuan was stunned and nodded with satisfaction. This kind of bet
Fa, Ye Xingchen has almost no chance of victory.
"Chairman, I don't think it's better than this. We select a hundred soldiers and divide them into two teams. Each team has fifty people. Each person holds a wine bottle in his hand and throws it at 45 degrees in two directions.
How about whoever shoots out the bottle first wins?" Chen Shaohua said at this time.
"Haha, with the arm strength of the soldiers, if you throw the wine bottle into the sky, it will take at least ten seconds for it to land. Xiaoye, ten seconds should be enough, right?" Zhao Yuan looked at Ye Xingchen proudly, ten seconds
How easy is it to shoot fifty moving objects in the sky in a short period of time, and they are such small objects?
"No problem, but I need five twelve-shot pistols. Don't tell me I don't have them. What age are we now? If we didn't even have such pistols, then we would have been bullied by other countries!" Ye Xingchen saw Zhao.
Yuan wanted to open it, so he opened his mouth and grabbed it.