Chapter 140: You Look A Little Like Daniel Wu (1)
Translator: Dragon Boat Translation Editor: Dragon Boat Translation
“Do you know why we humans have language?” Kang Hua asked, lying on the grass near the edge of the training ground.
Deng Hal, sitting cross-legged nearby, didn’t immediately respond.
Kang Hua continued, “Language is a tool for people to communicate with each other. Every country in the world, even primitive tribes, has their own language. It’s the biggest difference between us humans and animals.”
He shifted into a more comfortable position, soaking in the sun. “The ability to communicate and share information is what sets us apart and allows us to thrive as a species. Through communication, we can form groups, whether they are small like troops or villages, or large like nations.”
Deng Hai finally spoke up, expressing his difficulty in getting along with others. “1 just feel like I don’t get along with them,” he said.
Kang Hua turned his head to look at Deng Hai and asked, “Can’t get along?”
Deng Hai nodded, confirming his feelings. “Yes, we can’t get along.”
Kang Hua pondered for a moment and then questioned, “Do you think you’d get along better with others if I changed your class?”
Deng Hai hesitated but then nodded earnestly. “I’ll work hard. As long as I leave class five, I’ll do my best to integrate with the rest of the class!” he promised sincerely.
Deng Hai listened carefully as Kang Hua spoke, expressing his feelings about the situation in class five. Kang Hua understood his perspective, but he knew that dwelling on who was right or wrong wouldn’t be productive at this moment.
Kang Hua then offered Deng Hai a chance to change classes. He suggested, “Choose between Class 3 and Class 8, and 1’11 help you change classes.”
This approach was not a novel one; it had been used before with new recruits facing similar challenges in getting along with their classmates. Whether in recruit companies or veteran companies, such situations arose occasionally. If the issue was a personal one, they would try to find a way to guide and support the recruit. However, if the conflict was with someone specific, changing classes could be considered.
Kang Hua pointed out that Class 3 and Class 8 were the other two squads where there were also a few recruits facing similar challenges, although not as severe as in Class 5. Nonetheless, he wanted to take this opportunity to resolve the issue together.
Deng Hai felt a glimmer of hope. He contemplated the options for a moment before replying, “1’11 choose Class 3. Maybe a change will help me adapt better.”
Kang Hua nodded, pleased with Deng Hal’s decision. “Alright then. I’ll talk to the instructors of both classes and arrange the transfer for you. Just remember, making an effort to get along with your new classmates is crucial too.”
Deng Hai expressed his gratitude, determined to seize this opportunity to turn things around and start anew in Class 3.
“Quick, get up…”
“Your speed is too slow. You need to reach the shore within thirty seconds to pass. At this rate, it’ll take you forty seconds!”
“You need to move faster! In a real battlefield, you’d be in grave danger with such speed.”
“Hurry up, hurry up… If you don’t improve, I’ll call you ‘turtle’ for the rest of your training!”
On the training ground, the squad leaders’ shouts rose and fell, urging the recruits to move faster.
Amidst the shouts, the recruits were indeed picking up their pace.
After crossing to the other side, Wang Ye rushed back to the starting point, then lay down and continued crawling.
Although some recruits got injured due to their initial haste, Wang Ye was more cautious and managed to avoid any mishaps.
With his diligent efforts, Wang Ye quickly improved his basic tactical skills to level 2 (3/20).
Leveling up allowed him to integrate crawling tactics experiences more efficiently, making his climbing smoother.
Wang Ye learned various crawling techniques and methods, enough to reach the level of a first-class soldier, if not that of a sergeant or veteran.
The only drawback of this skill was that it boosted experience and techniques but didn’t enhance his basic attributes. Yet, Wang Ye was content as he quickly adapted to the training, avoiding injury from the barbed wire above.
Still, he knew that experience and skill alone wouldn’t make him invincible.
Wang Ye pushed through the pain, his climbing speed steadily increasing, and his determination unwavering. Despite avoiding the iron wire spikes, there were still other hazards on the ground, particularly the deliberately placed sharp stones.
His palms, knees, and elbows were bruised, some places even bleeding, but he pressed on.
The barbed wire crawling tactic was designed to test not just physical endurance but also mental fortitude.
As Wang Ye climbed, he could hear Wu Jianfeng’s voice echoing, encouraging the recruits to embrace the pain as a part of growth.
“Pain is the only way for growth! Scars are our exclusive medals! Don’t be afraid of bleeding, don’t be afraid of getting hurt, get up for me.. I’d rather you bleed on the training ground than die on the battlefield one day!”
Chapter 140: You Look A Little Like Daniel Wu (1)
Translator: Dragon Boat Translation Editor: Dragon Boat Translation
“Do you know why we humans have language?” Kang Hua asked, lying on the grass near the edge of the training ground.
Deng Hal, sitting cross-legged nearby, didn’t immediately respond.
Kang Hua continued, “Language is a tool for people to communicate with each other. Every country in the world, even primitive tribes, has their own language. It’s the biggest difference between us humans and animals.”
He shifted into a more comfortable position, soaking in the sun. “The ability to communicate and share information is what sets us apart and allows us to thrive as a species. Through communication, we can form groups, whether they are small like troops or villages, or large like nations.”
Deng Hai finally spoke up, expressing his difficulty in getting along with others. “1 just feel like I don’t get along with them,” he said.
Kang Hua turned his head to look at Deng Hai and asked, “Can’t get along?”
Deng Hai nodded, confirming his feelings. “Yes, we can’t get along.”
Kang Hua pondered for a moment and then questioned, “Do you think you’d get along better with others if I changed your class?”
Deng Hai hesitated but then nodded earnestly. “I’ll work hard. As long as I leave class five, I’ll do my best to integrate with the rest of the class!” he promised sincerely.
Deng Hai listened carefully as Kang Hua spoke, expressing his feelings about the situation in class five. Kang Hua understood his perspective, but he knew that dwelling on who was right or wrong wouldn’t be productive at this moment.
Kang Hua then offered Deng Hai a chance to change classes. He suggested, “Choose between Class 3 and Class 8, and 1’11 help you change classes.”
This approach was not a novel one; it had been used before with new recruits facing similar challenges in getting along with their classmates. Whether in recruit companies or veteran companies, such situations arose occasionally. If the issue was a personal one, they would try to find a way to guide and support the recruit. However, if the conflict was with someone specific, changing classes could be considered.
Kang Hua pointed out that Class 3 and Class 8 were the other two squads where there were also a few recruits facing similar challenges, although not as severe as in Class 5. Nonetheless, he wanted to take this opportunity to resolve the issue together.
Deng Hai felt a glimmer of hope. He contemplated the options for a moment before replying, “1’11 choose Class 3. Maybe a change will help me adapt better.”
Kang Hua nodded, pleased with Deng Hal’s decision. “Alright then. I’ll talk to the instructors of both classes and arrange the transfer for you. Just remember, making an effort to get along with your new classmates is crucial too.”
Deng Hai expressed his gratitude, determined to seize this opportunity to turn things around and start anew in Class 3.
“Quick, get up…”
“Your speed is too slow. You need to reach the shore within thirty seconds to pass. At this rate, it’ll take you forty seconds!”
“You need to move faster! In a real battlefield, you’d be in grave danger with such speed.”
“Hurry up, hurry up… If you don’t improve, I’ll call you ‘turtle’ for the rest of your training!”
On the training ground, the squad leaders’ shouts rose and fell, urging the recruits to move faster.
Amidst the shouts, the recruits were indeed picking up their pace.
After crossing to the other side, Wang Ye rushed back to the starting point, then lay down and continued crawling.
Although some recruits got injured due to their initial haste, Wang Ye was more cautious and managed to avoid any mishaps.
With his diligent efforts, Wang Ye quickly improved his basic tactical skills to level 2 (3/20).
Leveling up allowed him to integrate crawling tactics experiences more efficiently, making his climbing smoother.
Wang Ye learned various crawling techniques and methods, enough to reach the level of a first-class soldier, if not that of a sergeant or veteran.
The only drawback of this skill was that it boosted experience and techniques but didn’t enhance his basic attributes. Yet, Wang Ye was content as he quickly adapted to the training, avoiding injury from the barbed wire above.
Still, he knew that experience and skill alone wouldn’t make him invincible.
Wang Ye pushed through the pain, his climbing speed steadily increasing, and his determination unwavering. Despite avoiding the iron wire spikes, there were still other hazards on the ground, particularly the deliberately placed sharp stones.
His palms, knees, and elbows were bruised, some places even bleeding, but he pressed on.
The barbed wire crawling tactic was designed to test not just physical endurance but also mental fortitude.
As Wang Ye climbed, he could hear Wu Jianfeng’s voice echoing, encouraging the recruits to embrace the pain as a part of growth.
“Pain is the only way for growth! Scars are our exclusive medals! Don’t be afraid of bleeding, don’t be afraid of getting hurt, get up for me.. I’d rather you bleed on the training ground than die on the battlefield one day!”
