Strongest Soldier King

Lan Xue didn't say anything, instead quietly pondering. After a while, she confidently said, "The last mission was top-secret and has been sealed. Besides a few limited people, no one knows the truth. As far as I know, that loser had a vendetta with his rookie battalion, and it was a coincidence he met them in the Training Team. It wasn't specially arranged. Had I known, I wouldn't have sent him to the Training Team."

So that was it. Lan Xing realized and laughed, "So, you mean Song Yang doesn't know that he is the love rival, and your beloved doesn't know about Song Yang and your affair?"

Lan Xue nodded noncommittally, and Lan Xing said cheerily, "Then this is too funny. How about this, big sis, shall I go and take a look?"

Seeing Lan Xue remain silent, Lan Xing quietly waited. After a while, seeing that Lan Xue still didn't speak, unable to bear the silence, she muttered, "Big sis, I've already snooped around the situation for you. What's next? Give me some instructions. If you don't speak, I'm really leaving, and don't blame your little sister for not helping you out. Besides, mum and dad are adamant about marrying you off to the Song family, which is just a political marriage. This isn't uncommon in our kind of families, but if you want to fight for your happiness, you can't stay silent. Anyway, I think that Song loser does not deserve you. As for your beloved, he looks fine in the photos, but who knows what he is really like."

"Stop causing trouble; this is the end of it. You should go back," Lan Xue said calmly, stood up, opened the door, and looked at Lan Xing indifferently.

"Big sis, you're abandoning me after crossing the bridge? Don't expect me to help you in the future," Lan Xing said discontentedly. Nonetheless, she got up, the bond between the sisters deep enough not to truly hold grudges. Lan Xing got off the bed and walked to the door, then suddenly lowered her voice, "Big sis, I heard mum and dad went to the Song family this morning, and it seems they had a pleasant talk. I'm going back to the troops early tomorrow morning. Are you sure you don't need my help?"

"I'll handle it myself, remember, let's leave it at that," Lan Xue instructed.

"Fine, you're just afraid I'll mess things up, right? I'm off," Lan Xing said with a chuckle and left.

Lan Xue immediately closed the door, leaned back against it and started pondering with a stern face and an almost imperceptible murderous aura. After a while, Lan Xue made up her mind, the murderous aura receded, and she returned to normal. She picked up the phone from the vanity, quickly dialed a number, and once connected, said, "Cousin, didn't you want me to train your soldiers? I'm free recently, I'll come over and help you."

"That's great, little sis! You really care this much about your big brother," a middle-aged man laughed heartily.

"But I don't want anyone to know about this. I'll tell them I'm going on a vacation to clear my mind. Can you manage that?" Lan Xue instructed.

"Yes, of course," the middle-aged man immediately realized something was afoot, but out of familial affection, he didn't pry but readily agreed, saying, "Then I'll wait for you at the brigade. The Military District Special Brigade hasn't had an outstanding sniper in years. Your coming over is great news. The outcomes of this year's national Special Forces competition are all riding on you."

"It's a deal," Lan Xue agreed.

"Huh?" The middle-aged man was a bit incredulous to hear Lan Xue's resolute response. The call ended with a beeping tone, and the man hung up, pondering if there were things he didn't know, debating whether to inquire further. Considering Lan Xue's temperament and capabilities, he decided to keep his curiosity to himself.

...

The vast undulating mountain ranges, lush with green trees, tower majestically as a large bird circles over a valley. In the valley, a team of soldiers was sweating profusely on a training field, undergoing the four-hundred-meter obstacle training. According to the rules, the trainees needed to sprint a hundred meters across, navigate through various obstacles like the five-step poles, leap over pits, hop on low platforms, climb high benches, traverse high-low platforms, scale cloud ladders, cross a log bridge, climb over a high wall, and crawl under barbed wire; at three hundred meters, they had to jump over low-stake nets, climb over high walls, crawl under bridge piers, cross cloud ladders, navigate high-low platforms, crawl under low wall barriers, descend into a two-meter deep pit, take three steps on poles; at four hundred meters, they sprinted back, a training session characterized by high intensity and complexity.

This training required 2 minutes and 10 seconds to pass, 1 minute and 50 seconds to score as good, and 1 minute and 40 seconds to be considered excellent. Luo Zheng watched for a while, familiarizing himself with the rules and essentials, thinking the training was good, deciding to give it a try later in the evening.

After the previous incident, the instructor and Song Yang hadn't made any further moves. This calm before the storm made Luo Zheng even more cautious, careful in his actions. After watching for a while, Luo Zheng left the training field to prepare dinner in the canteen.

Seeing Luo Zheng leave, Song Yang glanced at the instructor sitting in a nearby jeep, then quietly walked over and whispered, "Instructor, I want to seek revenge. Can you help me?"

"No problem, tell me, what do you want to do? Just make sure not to leave any evidence," the instructor said indifferently, puzzled to himself why the Song family placed such importance on a plain soldier just because of a minor setback during rookie training.

"I've arranged with a few brothers to sack him over the head and beat him tonight," Song Yang whispered.

"Such a small matter. Law doesn't punish the masses, but be careful with the severity. If it ends up in a manslaughter, we can't escape the consequences," the instructor seriously admonished, aware that if something went wrong, he would be the one to take the blame, so he clarified his stance clearly.

"Don't worry, no one will die," Song Yang assured, although he didn't take it seriously at all. With the Song family's influence and status, what did it matter if someone died?

Seeing Song Yang's disdainful expression, the instructor felt a pang of concern sensing the situation could turn bad, but knowing Song Yang's vengeful nature, he realized once decided, nothing would change. It seemed he had to utilize the death quota in training in advance, and he began to plan for how to handle the aftermath.

Song Yang glanced at the instructor, satisfied, and left with a vengeful look towards the canteen. The surrounding soldiers, busy training, paid them no heed. Song Yang walked up to a soldier and warmly said, "Bro, we move tonight. The instructor's already in on it."

"No problem, I hope to receive more favor from Young Master Song in future," the soldier readily agreed.

"No worries. I'm just here to kill time until it's over, and then I'll return. Later you might either continue with the Special Forces or come with me to Beijing, and you'll definitely benefit," Song Yang bragged proudly, skilled in winning people over—a trait of major family scions.

"Of course, we'll follow you from now on," the soldier replied with a grin.