Chapter 1471 - 1472: Lost Means Lost
While Yang Fei was cultivating in the True Martial Realm, he was also very concerned about increasing the strength of the Blue Sword Special Forces Brigade.
He personally participated in the training, with all kinds of unconventional tactics emerging one after another, which greatly astonished and impressed the members of the Blue Sword Special Forces Brigade.
Only then did everyone realize why the Warrior Kings of the Evil Dragon Special Combat Team were so unconventional; their Chief Instructor was evidently the root of it.
An heroic unit always has a soul core figure.
The words and deeds of this core figure, along with their demeanor, have a profound impact on the entire unit, forming a unique unit imprint.
Many heroic units possess some sort of honorable tradition.
However, in the eyes of everyone, the Evil Dragon Special Combat Team had no such honorable tradition; sneaking, double-dealing, and underhanded tactics were what everyone excelled at.
And all of this originated from Yang Fei, the Chief Instructor.
This man's unconventional and dark style is practically contagious.
It's not just the Evil Dragon Warrior Kings who suffered; even the soldiers of the Blue Sword Special Forces Brigade began to turn unconventional, showing that the more shameless one is, the more honorable they become.
Li Guoqing was flabbergasted as he watched his soldiers turn from upright and purehearted youths into unscrupulous and shameless troublemakers.
Fortunately, these guys not only inherited the shameless and insidious tactics of the Evil Dragon Warrior King but also learned their loyal, fearless, and dogged combat style.
After mingling with the Evil Dragon Reserve Team for twenty days, the combat capability of the Blue Sword Special Forces Brigade had greatly improved.
They were like a pack of howling wolves, willing to use any means to achieve their goals.
As the saying goes, a tough guy fears a rascal, a rascal fears a lunatic.
If a rascal is fearless, shameless, they are practically invincible.
This realization gave Li Guoqing some comfort.
The twenty days of training quickly came to an end.
During the reporting performance, another Special Forces unit from the Southeast Military Region, the Cheetah Brigade, competed against the Blue Sword Special Forces.
The Cheetah Brigade's strength was always on par with the Blue Sword Special Forces Brigade, and every time they met in a training competition, the showdown between Cheetah and Blue Sword was incredibly exciting.
As the longtime rival of Blue Sword, this time they were completely outclassed with a very low score, losing their spot in the World Special Forces Championship.
From the Commander to the soldiers, the Cheetah Special Brigade was determined, ready to reclaim their honor in this match.
However, every leader was stunned by the outcome of the competition.
Usually, there was only a slight gap between the Cheetah Brigade and Blue Sword Brigade in terms of competition, but this time no matter if it was physical training, shooting targets, or simulated counter-terrorism hostage rescue missions.
The soldiers of the Blue Sword Special Forces Brigade easily and overwhelmingly defeated the Cheetah Brigade.
The final total score of the Blue Sword Brigade was more than double that of the Cheetah Brigade.
Yet, the officers present only exchanged wary looks and refrained from giving the Blue Sword Special Forces Brigade any applause.
Two of the officers even started cursing on the spot.
The reason was simple. In twenty days, the soldiers of the Blue Sword Special Forces Brigade practically changed souls, with insidious tactics emerging endlessly during combat.
Although their strength surpassed the Cheetah Brigade, no competition was won by legitimate means.
Blue Sword Special Forces Brigade had tasted the sweetness of Evil Dragon's unconventional tactics, and everyone was overjoyed.
Cheetah Brigade was a fierce rival to Blue Sword Brigade.
In past competitive training, the Blue Sword Brigade often had to endure hard-fought battles to defeat the Cheetah Brigade.
Even a slight mistake could lead to Cheetah Brigade turning the tables.
But this time, the victory was incredibly easy, with an unexpectedly glorious record.
As soon as the training ended, Li Guoqing received a call from the officer Liang Qinglong, instructing him to report to the headquarters immediately.
Li Guoqing was anxious and ordered Yang Fei to accompany him to report to the headquarters.
Outside the headquarters building, Li Guoqing and Yang Fei showed their credentials to the sentry.
The two walked with distinct military strides into the headquarters commander's office.
In the headquarters office, Liang Qinglong sat leisurely, brewing tea.
A burly Major, with a dark face, sat in front of the desk.
Seeing the man, Li Guoqing laughed; the person was none other than Wu Yongqin, leader of the Cheetah Special Combat Brigade.
After the disastrous loss by the Cheetah Brigade during the day's competitive training, it was hardly surprising that his expression was grim.
Liang Qinglong nodded to Li Guoqing and Yang Fei, gesturing for them to sit down.
He said casually, "Little Wu has some opinions about today's special combat competition."
"I asked you here to give Little Wu an explanation."
"We're comrades and it wouldn't be good if things become strained; you guys need to do some ideological work below as well."
Wu Yongqin suddenly stood up, his face dark as ever.
"Captain Li, your soldiers aren't playing fair, when did they learn such insidious moves?"
"Look at my soldiers, where they're injured—either their eggs were squeezed, their butt~hole was poked, or their honey was scratched."
"I hope Captain Li can give me a reasonable explanation."
Li Guoqing stifled a laugh and looked at Yang Fei, signaling for him to speak.
Yang Fei stood up, casually looking at Wu Yongqin.
"Regarding the competitive match during the day, I don't think we did anything wrong, nor do I understand what needs explanation."
"You..."
Wu Yongqin did not expect Yang Fei to say this, feeling suddenly choked, his dark face turning purple-red.
After a long pause, he finally squeezed out a sentence.
"You're being unreasonable, not playing fair; is it necessary to be this underhanded in a competitive match?"
"Remember, Cheetah Brigade and Blue Sword Brigade are brothers in the same trench."
Yang Fei snorted, "Well said."
"Cheetah Brigade and Blue Sword Brigade are trench brothers, so your Cheetah soldiers are alive now; otherwise, do you think they would still have their lives?"
Wu Yongqin was stunned, then a chill ran up his spine: "Your meaning is..."
Yang Fei waved dismissively, "I mean nothing; go back and think about it."
"The more blood shed during training, the more lives saved in real combat."
Wu Yongqin turned his head, looking at Liang Qinglong.
"Commander, please say something fair; our Cheetah Brigade really lost unjustly this time."
Liang Qinglong snorted, "Losing is losing; what more is there to say?"
"Yang Fei is right, this time against our own people, Cheetah's soldiers were only injured; if they faced a real enemy, they'd lose their lives."
Wu Yongqin was dumbfounded: "This..."
Yang Fei said calmly, "In fact, the jungle warfare techniques used in the competition are widely employed by many mercenary groups abroad."
"Moreover, their methods are even more cunning and toxic; we just tried using them."
At this point, Wu Yongqin was left speechless.