Wang Yan settled into Seventh Company for good.
Life in the army was relatively monotonous, though there were cultural and recreational activities too—basketball, table tennis, reading groups organized by the political instructor where the soldiers could discuss and exchange opinions, as well as internal competitions and sparring matches. There was no end to such things.
Of course, the main focus was always training in all kinds of military skills.
Everyone had heard about how damn capable Wang Yan was. After training alongside him, the soldiers of Seventh Company were thoroughly convinced. No one was stupid enough to challenge Wang Yan to a contest.
But when more than three hundred men from Third Battalion trained together, there were inevitably some who refused to accept it and wanted to measure themselves against Wang Yan.
So, from sprints and long-distance runs to obstacle courses, weighted runs, grappling, and fighting, Wang Yan steamrolled them all like an armored vehicle. Especially in grappling and fighting—on the drill field, using constant running and agile maneuvering, he single-handedly knocked down more than ten veteran soldiers.
After that, he earned everyone's respect. In the building occupied by their Third Battalion, people greeted him wherever he went, and he could bum a cigarette off anyone.
His life otherwise remained much the same. He simply kept studying all kinds of professional knowledge and honing all kinds of specialized skills.
The stack of professional books Shi Jin had given him, more than a meter tall, gradually shrank. He had already deliberately slowed down his pace to make it easier for his comrades to accept. Standing out was fine, but standing out too much was not necessarily a good thing...
The requirements for reconnaissance soldiers were, in truth, no worse than those for special forces. The difference lay mainly in their overall