Special War God

Most of these soldiers come from the lower classes of society and are accustomed to working. They have no problem with physical strength, but some of them will inevitably slack off after repeating simple movements.

At this time, Xia Zhongnan would stop it sternly, asking everyone to stay focused and reminding the squad leaders to take the lead and manage their teams well.

The next day, just like the day before, everyone needed to introduce themselves in front of everyone and then continue with queue and pace training.

Then came the third day, the fourth day, the fifth day...and so on.

Gradually, everyone got used to it, and speaking in front of the crowd became natural. No one was afraid anymore, and some people even joked in front of them. At this time, Xia Zhongnan would not stop them, and sometimes even responded with a few words.

This period of time became a rare time of relaxation and entertainment for everyone, because after starting the strict queue and pace training, Xia Zhongnan's requirements became higher and higher, requiring everyone to have consistent reaction speed, pace rhythm, etc., and not allowing any slackness.

Other teams had already started training, but their content was different from that of Xia Zhongnan's troops.

After all, "the poor are civil and the rich are martial", these soldiers all come from the lower classes, how could they have ever been exposed to martial arts before? Therefore, other teams have special people to teach them sword skills, and shouts and the sound of martial arts training can be heard everywhere.

Seeing others practicing martial arts, Xia Zhongnan's team was standing in formation and marching every day, which made everyone envious. Several team leaders even proposed to Xia Zhongnan that he should learn martial arts, but Xia Zhongnan firmly refused, thinking that if he didn't practice marching well, he couldn't think about martial arts.

Xia Zhongnan reported his training situation to Liu Dabazi every day. At first, Liu Dabazi thought Xia Zhongnan was going to practice tactics and asked Mao Zizhuang to pay close attention. Who knew that after seven days, they were still repeating these basic movements.

Mao Zizhuang couldn't help wanting to talk to Xia Zhongnan, hoping that he would teach the soldiers martial arts as soon as possible, but was stopped by Liu Dabazi.

He said, "Don't worry, at most waste a month, don't disrupt his plan. I want to see how he can train these 100 people in a month."

Fortunately, after seven days of intensive formation and pace training, the military posture of the one hundred people was recognized by Xia Zhongnan.

The square formation consists of one hundred people. No matter what order is given, the whole team can execute it in unison, which looks quite imposing.

Many people from other teams like to come and see how this special team of 100 people practiced their formation. At first, they just wanted to watch the fun, and gathered in twos and threes to laugh at this team. The people in the team were angry and wanted to argue, but they were all stopped by Xia Zhongnan. If anyone did not follow the rules, not only would he be punished, but his group of ten would also have to practice more.

After several such lessons, no one dared to violate the rules set by Xia Zhongnan, but they all held their breath in their hearts. Everyone was more united, concentrating on practicing their own team, and ignoring those onlookers as if they were air. Gradually, the discussions and provocations of the people around them really no longer had any impact on them.

On the seventh day, the onlookers were so shocked by the momentum displayed by the hundred-man team that they were speechless and even envious. Of course, some people also murmured sourly, saying that what was the point of lining up, and fighting was not about who stood more beautifully, but about standing there to be killed?

On the eighth day, Xia Zhongnan finally asked the soldiers to bring their spears to the training ground. He had already arranged that all the weapons of the 100 soldiers were spears. However, even with the spears, the opening program was still for everyone to line up and take turns to speak on stage. Now, everyone has memorized everyone's name, and some people's words have never changed. Everyone has memorized them, and they don't understand why Xia Zhongnan insists on this process every day.

The next step was an hour of marching training with guns. Although the team members had long guns in their hands, they did not feel much novelty. On the contrary, because of the addition of long guns, Xia Zhongnan required everyone to hold the guns in a unified posture, which caused them a lot of trouble.

An hour later, Xia Zhongnan stopped the formation training. He also picked up a spear and said, "Haven't you always wanted to practice martial arts? From tomorrow on, we will only practice formation for half an hour every day, and spend the rest of the time practicing spearmanship. Now I will demonstrate to you, and you will practice according to my movements."

After saying that, he spread his legs slightly apart, shoulder-width apart, held the gun in both hands, and suddenly shouted loudly: "Kill!" At the same time, he took a step forward with his left foot and thrust forward fiercely with both hands holding the gun.

Everyone felt that this stab seemed to have accumulated a huge amount of power, which was released instantly. They could even hear a sonic boom, which was indeed amazing. Everyone was enjoying the show and was looking forward to seeing their centurion demonstrate a complete set of spear skills. Who knew that after Xia Zhongnan stabbed out the spear, he put away the spear and did not move.

He looked at everyone's expectant eyes and said coldly: "Did you see my movements clearly?"

Although Xia Zhongnan's shot was full of momentum, the action was indeed very simple, and basically everyone understood it. Seeing that no one objected, he continued: "Everyone spread out a little, stab me as I did just now, and you keep stabbing until I stop."

This time Xia Zhongnan did not urge them, and even when they dispersed, they still maintained a neat formation. As long as these people were together, they would automatically maintain the formation, which had become a habit of this team of 100 people.

Then, at the same speed and rhythm, they shouted "Kill!" together, took a step forward at the same time, and stabbed with all their strength.

After one shot, there was another shout of "Kill!" and another shot was fired.

After stabbing continuously for half an hour, you can rest for a quarter of an hour, and then continue stabbing training for another half an hour.

Xia Zhongnan was also not idle, he practiced this simple straight spear technique with everyone. Under his leadership, no one dared to relax at all.

Xia Zhongnan seemed to have regained the feeling he had in the special forces.

In the next ten days, the daily training content increased from two to three. First, everyone took turns to speak, then marched in formation with guns for half an hour, and finally repeated the same assassination action all day.

Time passed quickly, and more than half a month had passed. Every day, the sky over the military camp was filled with the sound of a hundred people shouting "Kill!" in unison.

The other teams were distracted by them, and some people couldn't help but shout loudly, but how could the voices of a few people compare to the momentum of a hundred people shouting in unison?

However, it was difficult for them to organize more people to challenge this team. Even if they managed to gather dozens of people to shout together, they could not shake this team of 100 people. They were already immune to these provocations and completely ignored them.