Huayu started from the Three Kingdoms period

Chapter 67 Pain and Pleasure

When Zhu Yilong returned to the dormitory last time, he collapsed on his bed groaning, "My arm...it doesn't feel like my own anymore..."

Luo Jin rubbed his aching calves and said with a wry smile, "This is only the first day."

At 5 a.m., the loud reveille sounded.

Xu Ying opened his eyes and got up immediately without hesitation.

His physical condition is excellent. Despite the intense training he underwent yesterday, he didn't feel tired at all when he woke up.

In contrast, the other people in the dormitory were in a terrible state, and there was a chorus of groans.

Zhu Yilong sat up abruptly. "Old Xu, I've really fallen for your trick. Is this a TV drama? This is killing me!"

Luo Jin was also starting to feel the strain. "Hang in there," he said. "It's only the second day. The better days are yet to come."

Xu Jia watched with amusement. After failing his previous audition, he went to audition for Zheng Sanpao and passed.

He looked at Zhu Yilong and said with a smile, "Old Xu, why don't you teach Old Zhu a little more? The difference is too great."

Fu Chengpeng, who plays Qiang Xiaowei, and Shi Dafan, who plays Lang Feng, also laughed.

The three of them were in pretty good shape. Xu Jia, Fu Chengpeng, and Shi Dafan were codenamed Mountain Wolf, Evil Wolf, and Bald-tailed Wolf in the show, respectively.

Xu Ying is a Siberian wolf, Luo Jin is a forest wolf, and Zhu Yilong is a big-tailed wolf.

"Let's go, hurry up, or you'll know what a nightmare is when you're late." Xu Ying had already folded the blanket into a neat square.

"Damn it, why didn't you teach me this, Lao Xu?" Zhu Yilong looked at the quilt he had folded. He thought it was pretty good, but it was far inferior to Xu Ying's.

"You didn't even ask! Come down, I'll help you."

Luo Jin's blankets weren't very neat either, which showed that he had prepared before coming.

Unlike Zhu Yilong, who only knows how to train and nothing else, Xu Ying told him to keep training.

The morning session was still focused on physical conditioning.

Xu Ying maintained a leading position throughout the cross-country run, breathing evenly.

Zhu Yilong struggled a bit along the way, but gritted his teeth and kept up, while Luo Jin relied on his previous training to barely maintain his pace.

The instructor's gaze occasionally swept over Xu Ying, and he nodded slightly.

During lunch break, Ji Daoqing came to the cafeteria again and deliberately sat next to Xu Ying.

"Are you adjusting well to the training?"

"I'm trying to adapt," Xu Ying replied, putting down his chopsticks and straightening his back.

"This is what life is like for special forces soldiers. You're playing frontline combat personnel; you can't portray that kind of spirit without experiencing it firsthand." Ji Daoqing paused, "We'll have extra sniping practice tonight; you should focus on that."

In the evening, shooting targets were set up at the training ground.

The instructors explained in detail the structure of the sniper rifle, the proper way to hold it, and the techniques for firing.

When it was Xu Ying's turn, he quickly became proficient due to his skill with firearms.

This training exercise involved live ammunition, including Type 95 assault rifles, Type 56-1 submachine guns, and even Z-9 helicopters.

Xu Ying was holding a Type 88 sniper rifle.

Although it wasn't the latest model, it still excited him greatly; it was a genuine sniper rifle.

The instructor squatted down next to him. "Good feel for the gun. Remember, the most important thing for a sniper is that his mind and gun are one."

Back in the dorm that evening, Zhu Yilong rubbed his aching arms and sighed, "Old Xu, do you think our training like this will actually look decent in the final cut?"

"If you practice enough, it will naturally look like it."

"The director chose us not because we know how, but because we can learn."

......

As training entered its second week, the program shifted from basic physical fitness to more professional tactics and close combat.

On the training field, the group practiced in pairs.

The instructor scanned the panting actors, his gaze lingering on Zhu Yilong for a moment before his voice suddenly rose.

"Stop! Zhu Yilong, is that fighting or dancing? Who are you trying to fool with that weak pose? Do you think the enemy will wait for you to get into position before attacking?"

Zhu Yilong immediately tensed up. The instructor walked up to him and pointed at his movements.

"Raise your hands higher! Lower your center of gravity! You're a wolf, not a sheep! Remember, on the battlefield, no one will show you mercy; one mistake means death!"

Then, the instructor turned to Luo Jin, his brows furrowed.

"Luo Jin, your movements are too stiff! What about your reaction speed? Are you just memorizing the sequence of movements? Combat is dynamic, and your opponent is dynamic! You need to anticipate and launch attacks, not just memorize textbooks!"

"You're special forces soldiers, not old women! In critical moments, fighting is a matter of life and death!" He walked into the center of the field and loudly reprimanded everyone. "Look at the way you're all acting! Sluggish and indecisive! Do you think the enemy will show mercy just because you've acted?"

"Again! Put all your strength into it, and anyone who dares not to fight can come and spar with me!"

"Xu Ying, step forward!"

"You will conduct a one-on-two confrontation demonstration with Zhao Xun and Xu Jia."

After Xu Ying stepped forward, he stood facing the two men.

Because of his proficiency in combat, he has undergone the corresponding training, and his current level is far beyond what he was when filming "My Chief and My Regiment".

Facing Zhao Xun and his group, they naturally had to hold back some of their strength.

As soon as Xu Jia stepped into the attack range, he felt a chill down his back, and his movements subconsciously slowed down by half a beat.

In that split second, Xu Ying lunged forward, parrying his punches with his left hand while locking his shoulder joint with his right and pressing him down.

Almost simultaneously, he turned sideways and delivered a short, powerful elbow strike, blocking Zhao Xun's rib opening as he lunged from the side.

The whole process took less than ten seconds. One of them was restrained by the shoulder and forced to kneel on the ground, while the other clutched his ribs and gasped for breath.

A flash of murderous intent crossed Xu Ying's eyes; this was the first time he had tried to incorporate murderous intent into his fighting.

The instructor blew his whistle to stop them, walked over, and stared at Xu Ying for several seconds. "Have you ever trained in real combat before? Have you ever seen blood on your hands?"

"Reporting, Instructor, yes, we have conducted live-fire training." Xu Yingshou stood up straight.

He can't very well say it's because he cheated, he should just honestly say he practiced.

The instructor didn't speak, but patted him on the shoulder and turned to the others, "Did you see that? His look and the timing of his attack just now, that wasn't a rehearsal, that was a real 'I'll kill you' kind of ruthlessness."

"You're playing special forces soldiers; you should have that same killing intent when facing the enemy!"

While rubbing his shoulder, Xu Jia muttered, "Old Xu, when you lunged at me just now, I really thought you were going to break my arm."

......

More than a month later, at a special forces training ground in Nanjing.

The members of Lone Wolf Team B moved from the meeting point for the final wilderness survival exercise to the camp.

After five days of wilderness survival, everyone's face was etched with exhaustion, but deep in their eyes lay a tranquility they had never known before.

"It's finally over..." Zhu Yilong's voice was hoarse.

Luo Jin didn't even have the strength to retort.

Xu Jia, Fu Chengpeng, and Lang Feng were in the same boat; they weren't having an easy time either.

Xu Ying walked slightly ahead, and his physical condition seemed to be the best among them.

For over a month, I've had daily morning runs starting at five kilometers, countless tactical drills, live-fire shooting training, hand-to-hand combat in mud pits, and extreme wilderness survival...

They were battered and bruised, their skin tanned dark, their muscles muscular, and most importantly, most of the nonchalance and theatricality between their brows were erased.

Instead, it is replaced by a vigilance and perseverance that is closer to the instincts of soldiers.

The instructor, that dark-faced man, was standing at the entrance of the barracks waiting for them.

He maintained a stern expression, his sharp gaze sweeping over everyone.

"Look at the pathetic state you all are in!" the instructor said, his voice rough, a long-lost smile appearing on his face.

"Congratulations, your closed training is over from today."

Everyone gasped in surprise, while Xu Ying's eyes lit up as he looked at the instructor.

"Brothers, let's go!"

At this command, the actors rushed forward and surrounded the instructor.

Then lift it up and toss it into the air.

"Disband!"

That evening, the film crew arrived and arranged a lavish farewell dinner for them.

Liu Meng has arrived. He and Ji Daoqing have visited many times these past few days, and each time they see how hard the actors are working, they feel a little sorry for them.

"Thank you all for your hard work! I'll punish myself with three drinks!"

The atmosphere at the table was somewhat complex, a mixture of relief and a subtle anticipation for the upcoming filming.

They shared a month of eating, living, and working together, forging a special bond as comrades-in-arms.

The instructors and drill instructors also arrived, said a few words, and encouraged everyone to bring the spirit and energy they had gained from training to the play.

The instructor even raised his glass for the first time ever, using water instead of alcohol, saying, "Act like a soldier, don't embarrass us."

The instructor had other tasks, which made the actors, who were prepared to be forced to drink alcohol, suddenly lose interest.