Chapter 457 The selection begins! Four thousand words

Author: Passer-by from the South China Sea

hiss!

When the wisteria hit his body, he felt the burning pain. Jiang Fan was so prepared that he couldn't help but groan in pain!

"Company Commander, are you okay?"

He Chenguang looked embarrassed: "Did I use too much force?"

Jiang Fan took a long breath and said, "It's okay!"

"Just use this intensity! Keep fighting!"

"If I don't let you stop, you won't stop!"

He Chenguang responded hesitantly: "...Okay..."

Then, He Chenguang continued to slap Jiang Fan on the back.

Every time he was hit, Jiang Fan's whole body shook violently, and the veins on his neck and face bulged out.

And soon, blood marks appeared on Jiang Fan's back, which was extremely hideous.

After being whipped for more than a dozen times, Lei Zhan and others came to check the training equipment and saw He Chenguang whipping Jiang Fan on the back with a wisteria. They all looked shocked.

"What are you doing?"

After hearing the whistling sound of tearing up the air current in the air, everyone could not help but feel cold snorts rising up on their backs.

Every time the whip hit Jiang Fan's body, their bodies also shook, and they seemed to feel the severe pain caused by the wisteria hitting their bodies.

Snapped!

Finally, after a few more consecutive whippings, Jiang Fan couldn't bear it anymore and knelt down on one knee, grinning and breathing heavily.

"Company commander!"

Wang Yanbing and Li Erniu came over quickly to support Jiang Fan.

"No...it's okay."

Jiang Fan's lips trembled a little and turned white. Then with the support of the two people, he sat gently on the beach.

At this time, blood was slowly oozing from his back, which was shocking.

"Jiang Fan, what's going on?"

At this time, a low voice came.

I saw that Long Baichuan and Kang Lei had appeared behind everyone at some point.

"Hello, Chief!"

Everyone stood at attention and saluted.

Jiang Fan also wanted to stand up and salute, but was stopped by Kang Lei.

Kang Lei frowned and said, "What are you doing? Who hit you?"

"Report!"

He Chenguang hesitated and said: "Regiment...leader, I was the one who beat him."

Kang Lei was stunned, "Did you hit him?"

"What plane are you working on?"

Jiang Fan waved his hand slightly and said to Kang Lei: "Captain, don't blame him, I asked him to hit him."

"I'm testing something."

"Testing something?"

Everyone looked puzzled.

Long Baichuan on the side suddenly said: "Are you practicing resisting blows? Or are you practicing Qigong?"

Jiang Fan said: "It's both."

"qigong?"

Wang Yanbing and others are still a little confused.

Lei Zhan on the other side was quite experienced and explained: "It's the kind of hard qigong we usually hear about or see in TV martial arts dramas!"

"Hard Qigong can make the body muscles stronger and have a certain ability to resist blows!"

"Legend has it that when you practice hard qigong to a certain level, you can become invulnerable to weapons! Of course, the gun here refers to cold weapons."

"Even if you can't reach that point, practicing the basics can greatly improve your ability to resist being hit."

Wang Yanbing was surprised and said: "Does this thing really exist in reality?"

Lei Zhan said: "Of course there are, but there are very few people who know this skill, and it is basically not spread around. You can search online. Many people who perform in society know a little bit about it, but

, they have been trained at a relatively low level and do not have such a strong ability to resist attacks."

"In our army, there are also one or two special forces who know this skill. But because these qigong are hidden sects or passed down from generation to generation and cannot be passed on to others, they are not generally popular in the army."

"Of course, even if someone really teaches you, you may not have the talent to practice it. Even if you have the talent, you don't have the perseverance!"

"If you don't practice this skill for ten or eight years, it will be difficult to see good results."

Hearing this, Li Erniu glanced at Jiang Fan's back and swallowed, "Veteran, what you mean is that if you want to practice this so-called hard qigong, you need to be beaten with wisteria for a long time like the company commander.

Body, tempering muscles?”

Lei Zhan looked at Jiang Fan's back, frowned and said: "Beating with wisteria, I have never heard of this. But beating with a stick or fists, this is necessary."

When Li Erniu and Wang Yanbing heard this, they quickly waved their hands and said, "Forget it! It hurts just looking at it! I'd better focus on training other skills."

Lei Zhan asked Jiang Fan: "Lao Jiang, are you sure that using wisteria to beat this will be more effective than beating with a stick?"

Jiang Fan smiled bitterly: "That's what my master said. Is it good or not? You have to try it to know whether it is or not."

Kang Lei said worriedly: "But now the selection is about to begin. As the chief instructor, you have made yourself bruised and bruised at this time. Can you hold on later?"

Jiang Fan comforted him: "Captain, don't worry, I have my own sense of discretion."

"My physique is relatively good and my recovery speed is relatively fast. It won't be a problem."

Everyone knew that Jiang Fan was cautious, and also knew that he would never speak big words, so they didn't say anything else immediately, and everyone went about their own business.

After Jiang Fan rested for a while, he asked He Chenguang to continue.

He was given fifty lashes each, and his whole body was dripping with blood and sweat before he gave up.

"Here, help me apply this liquid to the wound."

Jiang Fan took out a bottle of redeemed recovery potion and handed it to He Chenguang.

He Chenguang thought it was just a medicine for treating wounds, so he didn't say anything. He quickly applied it on Jiang Fan, and then wrapped Jiang Fan's upper body with gauze to prevent blood from seeping out and sticking to his clothes.

"Okay, you go and do your own thing."

"yes!"

After He Chenguang left, Jiang Fan came to a tree on the beach of the sea training ground.

He took a deep breath and started punching the tree trunk one after another.

With each punch, the tree, which was more than twenty centimeters in diameter, trembled slightly and dropped a few dead leaves.

After more than a dozen punches, Jiang Fan's fist had already broken through a layer of skin, and blood seeped out.

But Jiang Fan didn't care at all. He endured the pain and kept beating.

The bark of the tree was also stained red by Jiang Fan's blood, and several pieces fell off.

"Chen Guang, does your company commander have masochistic tendencies?"

On the training ground, everyone couldn't help but gasp again when they saw Jiang Fan's behavior.

He Chenguang smiled bitterly: "Since we met the company commander, he has been pursuing the limit. Every military subject and skill is a life-threatening effort."

"No one can persuade him at all."

Everyone nodded in agreement with He Chenguang's statement.

Even though in their opinion, Jiang Fan's strength was far ahead of theirs, it seemed that he was far from satisfied with his own strength and was constantly pushing past his physical limits.

It was the same when I was in the Iron Fist group, and it was the same when I went to hunter training.

Now in the Marine Corps, even as a chief instructor, I have never relaxed and have been working hard!

They asked themselves, if it were them, the intensity of training or the degree of cruelty to themselves, let alone reach the level of Jiang Fan, even if it was half as good as him, half of their lives would probably be lost!

Later, Jiang Fan finally stopped after punching him dozens of times with various parts of his fist.

After everyone thought Jiang Fan finally stopped this self-harming behavior, the next second.

boom!

boom!

Jiang Fan raised his legs and started kicking the trees sideways.

Everyone looked at each other and almost said in unison: "Pervert!"

the next day.

In the morning, He Chenguang called He Chenguang over again.

"Continue today."

Jiang Fan said.
To be continued...