nycdaug Chapter 762 Badge
Chapter 762 Badge
Chapter 762 Badge
Calida Military Academy, Hospital.
Roxie awoke from her coma once again.
What came into her view was a pristine white ceiling.
Although she still felt completely drained, the splitting headache had disappeared. Roxie turned her head to look at her side and saw that the cuffs of her hospital gown were rolled up, and a needle was inserted into the prominent vein on the back of her hand. She could feel the cold liquid flowing into her body through the IV tube.
Roxie turned and stared at the ceiling.
She began to recall fragments of memory from before she fell into a coma.
Recalling that damned wilderness survival course, only two feelings filled her mind: heat and thirst. The intense heat and the overwhelming thirst left her dehydrated, and she never imagined that she would one day have such an intense craving for water.
Her memories after falling into a coma were fragmented. She vaguely heard Yevander talking to someone, but couldn't make out what they were saying. Then, a strange-tasting, scalding liquid was poured into her mouth, and she drank it thirstily...
and many more……
Roxie frowned suddenly as he thought of this.
Her reason was rapidly returning to her mind.
That smell... it seems kind of familiar.
Desert environment, extreme water scarcity, hot liquid, peculiar smell... When all the keywords were strung together, Roxie had no choice but to guess the terrible answer.
"Fuck your mother..."
The woman murmured softly.
Did they feed me urine?
At that moment, the door to the private hospital room slid open.
"Roxie! Thank God, you're awake!"
The young Black man, Yevander, walked in with his hands raised.
A chubby little boy with red hair was following behind him.
It was Roxie's lost companion. The two came to Roxie's bedside, carefully observed his condition, and found that he seemed to be alright, so they breathed a sigh of relief.
"We almost thought you were going to die."
Yevander patted his chest, looking terrified.
"Yes, Yevander and I take turns carrying you."
The chubby Hussein quickly chimed in, praising Hussein's achievement.
Roxie watched the two men quietly.
"Whose urine? Yours or Hussein's?"
Roxie suddenly asked.
"Uh."
Yevander and Hussein froze, neither of them expecting that Roxie's first question after waking up would be this. They looked at each other, unsure of what to say.
"Go ahead and tell me, I'm not angry, I'm just curious."
Roxie raised his chin slightly.
"It's not me, nor is it Hussein, it's Qingshan's."
Yevander scratched the back of his head and whispered.
Who is Qingshan?
Roxie tilted his head and asked, puzzled.
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Training base, a large hall.
This was a very spacious hall with soft mats on the floor. More than three hundred trainees dressed in loose wrestling uniforms were lined up in two neat square formations, facing each other and standing at attention.
Fu Qinghai was also standing in one of the formations.
The wilderness survival course has ended, and Fu Qinghai unsurprisingly became the student with the highest single GPA among all students in this year's class. He also broke the record for the fastest desert trek by a freshman at the Kalida Military Academy—at the time, he was carrying and dragging three lost students from other colleges.
Meanwhile, just as Fu Qinghai had predicted, his beating of a classmate during class went unnoticed. He didn't know if the guy he beat up complained, but in any case, no school officials came to him afterward, and he attended classes and left get out of class as usual without any problems.
"Ding-ling-ling-ling!"
As the school bell rang, a lean, bald man strode into the hall, saying as he spoke:
"Take a break."
The trainees spread their legs and put their hands behind their backs.
“I am your unarmed combat instructor, Roger Deng. You can call me Roger. I see many people here today. Thank you for choosing this elective course, which will help you deal with all sorts of unexpected situations in war.”
A lean, bald man stood with his hands behind his back, between the two formations, and spoke calmly, looking quite stylish.
Hand-to-hand combat is a compulsory course for Stormtrooper cadets and officers, but an elective for students from other colleges. The instructors probably noticed that the number of cadets in the hall significantly exceeded the number of students taking the compulsory course, thus knowing that many students from other colleges had also chosen this course.
As warfare evolves towards more modern and even futuristic directions, the application scenarios and scope of unarmed combat are indeed becoming increasingly narrow. As this instructor himself said, it is now mostly used to deal with some unexpected situations in war.
Even the vast majority of Space Marines do not learn hand-to-hand combat. Space Marines wear power armor most of the time. While wearing power armor does not affect the Space Marines' reaction and speed, it does limit the flexibility of their limbs. Space Marines usually learn full-armor combat.
These are two completely different concepts of fighting.
“Some people think that unarmed combat is just fighting, which is not entirely wrong. However, many of you have a biased understanding of fighting. You often have some extreme perceptions, such as believing that hard physical indicators such as height, weight, reach, and strength will give you an absolute advantage in unarmed combat. This is completely wrong.”
The bald instructor turned to the left and right and began to speak eloquently:
"I know some of you still won't believe me, and some smart people might say that it's because there are no rules in combat on the battlefield, and people can gouge out eyes and groins, which is why there are situations where the small can defeat the big. But what I want to tell you is that even within the limits of the rules, combat skills and techniques still play a decisive role."
The bald drill instructor pointed to himself:
“I am 1.67 meters tall and weigh 58 kilograms. There are many people in the class who are taller and stronger than me. You are welcome to challenge me and verify my conclusion.”
Upon hearing this, the trainees in the formation exchanged bewildered glances.
"anyone there?"
The bald instructor's gaze swept across everyone's faces.
However, no one at the scene stepped forward voluntarily.
Nobody's a fool. This bald instructor is so skinny, yet he can be a hand-to-hand combat instructor at Calida Military Academy. He must have some skills. If you challenge him rashly, you'll likely be easily defeated and become a laughingstock.
Fu Qinghai also did not step forward.
Although he could easily defeat the instructor, there was no need. In the current situation, the instructor clearly needed a few students to help him establish his authority. If Fu Qinghai were to take him down right away, it would be a slap in the face to the instructor, and offending the instructor would not help his plan to quickly earn credits.
Fu Qinghai waited patiently.
He wanted to wait until the instructor finished establishing his authority.
Still no one?
The bald instructor looked around and continued to increase his bets:
"Alright, anyone who can last three rounds against me will get five hundred credits for this course."
Now some students finally started to get restless, even thinking: So what if I get beaten up? I might not be able to beat you, but at worst I can just squat on the ground with my hands behind my head and endure three rounds. Those little arms and legs can't kill me. Getting 500 credits in exchange for a beating is a great deal.
A tall boy, 1.9 meters tall, stepped forward.
Upon seeing this, the bald instructor immediately smiled and waved, saying:
"Very good, come here."
The two men faced each other and assumed their stances.
The boy slightly bent over, raised his arms to shield his face, and stared intently at the instructor in front of him through his arms. Judging from his posture, he must have been trained. The bald instructor in front of him seemed very relaxed and made a gesture to indicate that they should start.
The tall boy stared intently at the instructor's shoulder, trying to anticipate his punching motion. Unexpectedly, the bald instructor launched a swift and fierce sweeping kick, his foot striking the boy's calf muscle. The boy was unable to dodge in time and was hit.
However, to the surprise of all the trainees present, the tall boy, despite the seemingly light sweeping motion, still maintained his defensive stance with both hands. He first hopped twice on the leg that had been kicked, and then surprisingly fell to the ground.
"My calf... I can't feel it!"
The boy hugged his calves and said in terror.
Oh, what kind of magic is this?
The onlookers gasped in surprise.
"Don't worry, you'll recover in a little while."
The bald instructor raised his hand to indicate that there was no need to panic.
Kafkick, or Kafkick.
Only Fu Qinghai understood it at the scene.
The bald instructor kicked the tall boy in the calf, specifically the end of the gastrocnemius muscle on the outside of his lower leg. This temporarily severed the nerve connection of the peroneal nerve, causing numbness and weakness in his entire lower leg and even his ankle, making it impossible for him to stand properly and ultimately causing him to fall to the ground.
Compared to a powerful sweeping kick that directly breaks hard bones or joints, targeting muscles and nerves can achieve greater effects with less force, making it very cost-effective. However, it also requires a higher level of accuracy in the landing point of the attack.
This attack method is very likely the modern scientific basis for the "pressure point" technique in traditional martial arts novels.
Next, three more students, not believing in the odds, stepped forward to challenge the bald instructor. However, the instructor used different jujitsu techniques to lock their joints and throats, easily knocking them down within two rounds. In the end, none of them earned the 500 credits.
"Is there anyone else?"
The bald instructor looked around and asked.
The instructor had already established his authority.
Fu Qinghai knew that now was the time for him to make his move.
So he took a small step forward.
The bald instructor turned his gaze to Fu Qinghai.
"Qingshan, right? I've heard of you."
The bald instructor looked up and sized up Fu Qinghai:
“You carried three engineering students and broke the record for the fastest desert trekking and cross-country running. You’re amazing, but I have to remind you that physical fitness and combat are not the same thing.”
Fu Qinghai's original plan was to complete the desert crossing within four hours, but because he needed to save the severely dehydrated girl, he was forced to speed up, and ended up breaking the fastest record at the Kalida Military Academy.
"If I defeat you, will I get a perfect GPA in this hand-to-hand combat course, sir?"
Fu Qinghai asked calmly.
The bald instructor raised an eyebrow upon hearing this.
The surrounding students immediately began to whisper among themselves.
"of course can."
The bald instructor raised his chin and nodded.
"Do you need to take a break, sir?"
Fu Qinghai asked considerately.
After all, the bald instructor had already taken down four students in a row. Although each time it ended within two rounds, his stamina was inevitably depleted. Fu Qinghai didn't want others to say that he won unfairly, so he took the initiative to make the suggestion.
"Need not."
The bald instructor slowly shook his head and said.
The two men faced each other and assumed their stances.
The bald instructor clenched his fists, just about to charge out.
"Oh!"
Fu Qinghai raised his knee and delivered a Spartan kick. He precisely caught the fleeting gap in the instructor's defense, and his foot passed right through the instructor's arms, striking him squarely in the chest. The instructor was instantly sent flying backward, crashing heavily onto the mat.
The bald instructor lay on the ground, dumbfounded.
The surrounding trainees were also dumbfounded.
Fu Qinghai walked over and extended his hand to the instructor:
"Again?"
He estimated that the other party wouldn't be particularly convinced.
Although he used very little force.
"Come again!"
The bald instructor grabbed his hand and stood up.
……
"No no no!"
The bald instructor's face turned red as he raised his hand and slapped the strong arms that were holding his neck repeatedly, signaling Fu Qinghai to let go. Fu Qinghai then released the severing lock.
……
"Fine, fine, I give up."
The bald instructor was pinned down by Fu Qinghai, who held his hands and knees behind his back, pressing his back down onto the soft mat. Half of his face was pressed against the mat as he struggled to speak.
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The bald instructor held his chin with one hand and pressed his head with the other, turned his neck joints left and right, and then rubbed his throat a few times, finally feeling a little better.
"Alright, Aoyama, you can leave get out of class now."
The bald instructor waved his hand helplessly and said:
"Your fighting skills are better than mine, so you don't need to take this course anymore. I really don't have anything to teach you either. I'll just give you the highest grade I can give you at the end of the semester."
"You flatter me, Teacher Deng."
Fu Qinghai clasped his hands in a fist salute and said.
Then he simply turned around and left the hall.
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Walking out of the training hall alone, Fu Qinghai stood in the center of the deserted training base. At this time, most of the trainees were taking classes in different places, and only a few black MES-6 maintenance robots were wandering around the entire base.
Fu Qinghai looked up at the huge electronic screen in the center of the base, where his name was prominently displayed at the very top. The Calida Military Academy kept a GPA ranking system, and even displayed the top ten in the center of the training base.
On this horizontal bar chart, the red bar next to Fu Qinghai's name is exceptionally long; the combined credits of the second to tenth place students are less than a fraction of his.
It can be said to be a commanding lead.
Logically speaking, as an undercover agent planted by the rebel alliance in the Imperial Military Academy, Fu Qinghai shouldn't be so high-profile and arrogant. However, in order to earn enough credits to graduate early, Fu Qinghai can only selectively display some of his abilities.
Moreover, from a reverse perspective, the more high-profile Fu Qinghai is, the better he can shake off suspicion of being an internal traitor.
Fu Qinghai withdrew his gaze.
He turned and walked straight towards the dormitory area.
He could have used the afternoon to take another course and earn some more credits, but Yevander Kalanga texted him at noon, inviting him to a bar get-together that evening, so Fu Qinghai returned to his dormitory early to make some preparations.
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At this moment, inside a single dormitory room.
Fu Qinghai sat cross-legged on the bed.
He closed his eyes and muttered something under his breath.
Fu Qinghai waved his hands, and as the spell continued, specks of green fluorescence appeared between his fingers, gradually condensing into a green mist.
Fu Qinghai continued to manipulate the green mist, controlling it to condense into black and gold badges in his palm. The badges were in the shape of lightning eagle wings.
Force shapes.
After repeatedly using the Force to shape things, Fu Qinghai felt mentally exhausted. He put the badges into his pocket, lay down on the bed, and quickly fell asleep.
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