840: Chapter 831: Top Secret Hornet 840: Chapter 831: Top Secret Hornet Previously, Gao Yang’s weakness was his combat skills.
He wasn’t exactly someone anyone could bully, but anyone with training could easily push him around.
Now, Gao Yang doesn’t really have any glaring weaknesses or shortfalls.
With the guidance of the expert Li Jinfang and Gao Yang’s own hard training, combat skills had ceased to be his weakness.
Especially with his Groin Kick move, Gao Yang was often able to take down combat experts.
Combat skills were no longer a shortcoming, but they certainly weren’t Gao Yang’s strong suit either.
Regardless of the opponent, he had to rely on his signature move to make his mark.
However, facing an opponent who knew him inside out and was also highly skilled in combat, all that was left for Gao Yang was a solid beating.
For instance, during sparring sessions with Li Jinfang and Eileen, using the Groin Kick on them wasn’t remotely possible, so all Gao Yang could do in front of Li Jinfang and Eileen was get beaten up.
After using the upgraded version of the Groin Kick to handle a major, if another skilled contender sparred with Gao Yang and cautiously guarded against it, Gao Yang would be completely done for.
However, being proud, how could he engage in shoddy relentless attacks?
If he lost, he lost.
He definitely wouldn’t return for a round two using the same tactics to bother someone a second time.
Victories were clear-cut, and losses were to be accepted graciously.
Thus, the instructors opted to challenge Gao Yang in shooting.
What did Gao Yang rely on to make a living?
His best skill was his gunmanship.
He was acclaimed as the number one marksman in the Mercenary World.
Even if ninety-nine percent of mercenaries were cannon fodder, the remaining elite one percent were veterans from top Special Forces around the world.
This fact alone was enough to prove both the prestige of Gao Yang’s title as the top marksman and the caliber of his gunmanship.
Comparatively speaking, if Gao Yang’s current combat skills were like useless snacks on a mud field, then his gunmanship was akin to a true god above the nine heavens, beyond comparison, literally incomparable.
Among all present, at least half could pin Gao Yang to the ground and beat him mercilessly once they learned his combat routine.
Yet, when it came to convincing Gao Yang with gunmanship, there wasn’t a single person capable among those present.
Gao Yang was exceptional with guns, excelling at both long and short distances.
Most critically, he wasn’t just skilled in precision shooting with rifles—he was also a master with shotguns and pistols, making each a dazzling golden signature of his prowess.
Anyone who thought they could corner him at close quarters or point-blank range was sorely mistaken.
The problem was, not many knew that not only was Gao Yang excellent in gunmanship, he was also an extremely rare all-round shooter.
At least, the people in front of Gao Yang right now—those intent on teaching him a lesson—were unaware.
There were four instructors in total, and two were in charge of handling Gao Yang.
A serious-looking lieutenant stepped in front of Gao Yang, opened his clipboard, and said gravely, “Not only are you a marksman, but you are also an assault specialist who regularly takes proactive part in assault operations, not just as a last resort.
Frequently.
Do you have any objections?”
Gao Yang stood at attention and replied, “No objections, you can consider me a genuine Fire Assault Specialist.
As an assault specialist, my primary weapon is a shotgun, and my sidearm is a pistol!
I often participate in street and indoor combat, instructor!”
“Very good, excellent.
Let’s see if you qualify as an assault specialist.
You use a Shotgun, right?
Then I’ll find someone who uses a shotgun as your counterpart.”
As an assault specialist, the type of firearms used and the roles and responsibilities assumed varied.
Those who used rifles stuck to rifles; those adept with shotguns stuck to shotguns, although swapping was possible, specialization was key.
Clearly, the assault instructor of the Satan Mercenary Corps wasn’t skilled with shotguns, so he had to find someone adept with shotguns to challenge Gao Yang.
After scanning the crowd, the lieutenant hesitated momentarily before shouting loudly, “Call Cat Shit!
To the CQB Training Field.”
Immediately, someone sprinted off to fetch the individual.
The lieutenant then said to Gao Yang gravely, “Follow me.”
A massive group began to switch locations, and at the same time, in Wolfgang’s office, a junior lieutenant said to Wolfgang with a worried expression, “General, should we stop them?
The ruckus our guys and Ram are causing is getting bigger, and many are going to watch.
I’m worried things might spiral out of control.”
Wolfgang replied gravely, “Who’s winning?”
“So far, Major Nate and Junior Lieutenant Theodore have lost.
Lieutenant Levy is leading them towards the CQB Training Field.
Levy plans to have Cat Shit compete against Ram because this time they’re comparing shotguns.”
Wolfgang tapped the desk lightly and sighed, saying, “Levy is going to be disappointed.
Cat Shit handles the shotgun well, but he’s no match for Ram.”
“Why?
General, I don’t think so.”
“Because Ram has been trained by Simon, and Simon has said, ‘Ram is his only student whom he is completely satisfied with, the only one!'”
“Simon?
The legendary shotgunner who killed what’s-his-name?”
“Yes, the one who killed what’s-his-name with a shotgun.”
“Alright, I understand, General.
I suggest we immediately put a stop to this unauthorized dueling.
It must be stopped at once!”
“Why stop it?”
After a long silence, the Junior Lieutenant reluctantly said, “General, the impact on morale is too great.”
Wolfgang murmured softly, “Of course, I know what the effect of another loss would be on the morale of those young men, but the effect I desire is just that.
We haven’t had a worthy enemy for a long time, and Ram and his team are of the right caliber.
Do you know who Ram is?
He’s the top marksman in the Mercenary World.
I need Ram to give our people a psychological jolt to show them that they aren’t the only experts in this world.”
“The top marksman?
And the only student Simon has ever been satisfied with?
Elevating rifle and shotgun use to the same level of proficiency?
Is that possible?
Is Ram a genius or a freak?”
Wolfgang nodded, saying, “He is a genius, without a doubt, a true genius!
Go check his data, not the training data, but the combat experiences of Ram and his Satan Mercenary Corps.
Remember, you are the only one who can see this.
Ram trusts me; he has detailed all his combat experiences to me.
And I don’t want to be dishonorable, so the file has a top-secret classification and must be destroyed after reading.”
The Junior Lieutenant stared in disbelief and asked, “No record kept?”
“No records kept.
I am letting you access his information because I want you to be in charge of planning their drills.
You are responsible for coordinating and drafting the drill content while Major Nate will be responsible for the training.
Plan more exercises, make the exercise plans more comprehensive so that our soldiers can learn something from them.
Remember, do not underestimate them just because they are mercenaries.
Also, I remind you again that the documents of the Satan Mercenary Corps need to be destroyed after reading, but everything about Satan here, especially the exercises, must be meticulously documented.”
The Junior Lieutenant nodded but still felt puzzled, so he asked in a grave tone, “General, there are many top-notch forces around the world that could train with us, why place such importance on some mercenaries?”
Wolfgang smiled faintly and asked, “Do you know the story about the hornet that President Lincoln of America mentioned?”
“I do, General.
The hornet represents the minister who ran against Lincoln for the presidency.
The story implies that the presence of the hornet increased the plowing efficiency of the horses.
In Lincoln’s case, having that minister improved his efficiency.
Can I consider it this way—that Ram and his team symbolize the hornets, serving as both a threat and a motivation to propel our people forward?”
After hearing his subordinate’s earnest response, Wolfgang smiled and said, “Exactly, that’s right.
Since you understand what the hornet represents, I’ll answer your question.
Indeed, there are many forces in the world that could interact with us, but really not many are top-notch.
Moreover, they might be strong but in terms of combat experience, they don’t compare to a Satan Mercenary Group.
Because Ram and his team are constantly in battle.
Also, I value Ram and his mercenaries because they are the only group that can come here for training.”
The Junior Lieutenant promptly spoke loudly, “I understand, General, and I request to go watch their match immediately!”
Wolfgang waved his hand and said, “Go ahead, it’s all yours.
Keep them in a tight competitive relationship, but don’t let it become too intense; we wouldn’t want competition to turn into hostility.”
The Junior Lieutenant spoke loudly, “I understand, General.”
Wolfgang spoke firmly, “Remember, in individual events, I can tolerate failure, but in team events, I will absolutely not accept a loss, even if the victory isn’t quite stellar.”
The Junior Lieutenant saluted Wolfgang confidently and said, “General, rest assured, I understand.”
No one likes to fail, especially Wolfgang.
He could let Gao Yang steal the spotlight in individual actions to motivate his subordinates, but he couldn’t accept any failure in team actions because the military has never been a stage for solo heroism.
The military values the power of teamwork; even if a squad only totals ten people, a squad of average individual strengths but well-balanced overall will always triumph over a squad where individual strengths are extremely pronounced but lacking in coordination or with obvious weaknesses.
When this scale is increased to fifty or a hundred people, a team that synchronizes well and is evenly matched in strength can dominate a team with great imbalances indefinitely.
Gao Yang’s individual competence was exceptional, but on the battlefield, it was only with the backing of the well-balanced Satan Mercenary Corps providing him a platform that he had the opportunity to excel tremendously.
When the Junior Lieutenant arrived at the CQB Training Field, the match had already finished.
Gao Yang appeared nonchalant, while a young soldier nicknamed Cat Shit was completely devastated.
The result was already clear, the Junior Lieutenant knew; Gao Yang had won again.
Devastation wasn’t limited to Cat Shit, who had shown outstanding shotgun skills.
Seeing all his comrades downhearted, the Junior Lieutenant knew it was time for team combat.
Whether it’s horses or humans, a sting from a hornet indeed spurs one to pick up the pace, but too many stings can also be lethal.
(To be continued.
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