Official Career Storm
Chapter 362

Chapter 362: Chapter 362

With a single command,

the soldiers charged in an instant.

Over seventy soldiers took on more than a hundred gangsters.

On average, one soldier had to deal with less than two opponents.

These soldiers did nothing but train, and even their leisure activities involved one-on-one combat practice.

They might not be good at anything else, but when it came to firearms, driving special vehicles, and wilderness survival, they were more skilled than anyone.

If you were to drop them unarmed into the deep forests, they could live exceedingly well.

In times of war, these soldiers were like killing machines.

Using them to deal with a bunch of gangsters was like using a sledgehammer to crack a nut, completely overqualified.

The gangsters soon realized that there would be no peaceful resolution today.

Normally loud and aggressive, throwing their weight around, they had been initially intimidated.

But seeing negotiations were futile, they weren’t afraid—spurred on, their anger flared.

However, as soon as they clashed, the disparity became apparent.

The soldiers, robust and unbelievably strong, some of them slim but delivering punches so powerful that gangsters would bend over and retch, their internal organs twisting and convulsing as their strength was sapped in an instant.

The gangsters had thought their clubs and the advantage of having twenty or thirty extra men on their side—plus their usual experience in fighting—might allow them to put up a fair fight.

The idea was nice but the reality was harsh.

When the gangsters swung their sticks, the soldiers either dodged with ease or didn’t bother to dodge at all.

Taking a blow without flinching, a soldier would grab the stick, pull it away, and then deliver punches and kicks, sealing off both the upper and lower body and targeting the vulnerable areas.

Zeng Yingrong had said, leave them breathing then beat them to near death.

And, naturally, they obeyed orders.

Thus, after knocking someone down with a punch, they continued to relentlessly stomp on their heads.

Soon, the only sounds in the factory were the orderly screams of agony and the thudding of fists on flesh.

Lu Xiaotian stood rooted to the spot, his lips trembling, his legs shaking, surrounded by fear, he dared not move.

He watched as his subordinates were cut down like leeks, harvest after harvest.

This group of soldiers rolled through like a plague of locusts, leaving nothing alive in their wake.

His own men were wounded upon contact, falling over at the slightest touch.

Meanwhile, the soldiers were unfazed even by blows from sticks.

Were these guys even human?

Mr. Li swallowed nervously.

He was in a panic.

Song Guanchao tossed a cigarette to Zeng Yingrong and Political Commissioner Zhong.

Just as Zeng Yingrong was about to speak, he remembered Wu Ming was still there and said, "Xiao Wu, take your people away first."

"Brother Yingrong..."

"We’ll catch up later, leave now."

"Okay."

Wu Ming didn’t think much of it, assuming that Zeng Yingrong was worried about his involvement potentially causing a dispute.

"Sister Bai, we should go."

Bai Ruyi, looking at the roaring flames behind her, felt as if her heart was bleeding.

Song Guanchao said, "Mr. Bai, you go on back. Dujiang County will give you a proper account of this."

"Okay, thank you."

Bai Ruyi and Wu Ming left the factory with two soldiers for protection and got into the car.

After they left, Zeng Yingrong took out his lighter, paused for a moment, and lit Political Commissioner Zhong’s cigarette first.

Political Commissioner Zhong gave a wry smile and looked at Song Guanchao with a complex expression, "Guan Chao, are you into politics now?"

"Yes," Song Guanchao said, "serving as a dedicated secretary with the City Committee."

"You... Eh."

Political Commissioner Zhong shook his head, having much to say but not knowing how to say it.

Song Guanchao!

This name shone so brightly in the Nanjiang Military District.

The other military districts sent people year after year, contacting Song Guanchao in various ways, hoping to poach him.

In the end, Song Guanchao retired.

When he found out, he simply couldn’t believe it.

But the fact remained as it was.

"Commissar, let’s not talk about this matter."

Zeng Yingrong shook his head, and then lifted his chin slightly, "Guan Chao, how are these soldiers of mine?"

As he spoke, a trace of pride flickered across his face, as though seeking his approval.

Song Guanchao took a couple of puffs and said, "It’s evident, these lads are all pent up. You’ve been training a bit harshly these days."

Zeng Yingrong said, "Harsh training is necessary. This is a newly formed unit, and the leadership has said they want me to train them to the standards of special forces. To be ready to deploy, to ascend, and to win!"

Political Commissioner Zhong gave a wry smile, "Xiao Zeng’s training regimen is indeed too harsh; I’m worried these young fellows will break down mentally."

Song Guanchao took another puff, "I have a suggestion."

Upon hearing this, both turned to him with gleaming eyes.

Others offering suggestions might be met with smiles and silence.

But when Song Guanchao made a suggestion, they were all ears.

In terms of training, Song Guanchao had his unique insights.

Song Guanchao said, "Brother Zeng’s rigorous training is not a problem; after all, they need to be trained to the standards of special forces, and without intensity, they won’t make the cut."

"But you must pay attention to their mental state."

"Training with such intensity can easily lead to breakdown."

Zeng Yingrong said, "We have been providing psychological support all along."

"Psychological support alone is not enough." Song Guanchao shook his head, gesturing to the scene before them, "Circumstances like today should happen periodically. Consider it a way for them to vent, as long as there are no fatalities, let them fight as they wish."

"But remember, it’s not just anyone they can beat up; if they’re going to fight, it has to be against bullies like these. You have to let the soldiers know, ’Train for a thousand days for one moment of battle,’ they are on the side of justice. Let them know that the abilities they’ve gained through hard and tireless training can genuinely help the common people."

"This kind of psychological hint is more effective than any psychological counseling."

Political Commissioner Zhong considered his words carefully, nodding slightly, "Alright, I’ll have someone scope out the area over the weekend and see if we can find more bullies like these."

Song Guanchao continued, "It doesn’t necessarily have to be bullies; there are plenty of mountains around here, and there’s no shortage of wild boars. Wild boars have been removed from the ’three haves’ list these days, and the villagers’ crops are harmed year-round. Let them help the villagers catch wild boars when they’re free; it’s a good way to let off some steam."

Zeng Yingrong’s eyes brightened, "Good idea!"

Catching wild boars would help the villagers and provide meat to eat.

Lu Xiaotian and Mr. Li stood stiff as boards by the side.

Listening to the conversation of the three, they didn’t dare utter a single word out of line.

Lu Xiaotian was still somewhat confused at the moment.

They clearly had the upper hand, with over a hundred people!

He had thought that even if Song Guanchao had some tricks up his sleeve, at most he would call County Magistrate Hou, Secretary Tu, or someone in the city.

But no matter whom he called, it would take time for them to arrive.

By the time they arrived, he would have already dealt with Song Guanchao.

But who could have expected that this guy would suddenly summon dozens of people?

And they were soldiers!

The key question was, where did so many soldiers come from in this godforsaken place?

It was as if two people were fighting, and one said he was going to call his parents, and then the other one suddenly pointed to the sky and summoned a meteor shower to smash the opponent dead.

What the hell kind of situation was this, where one could even argue their case?

"Brother," Zeng Li suddenly spoke up.

"Huh? What’s wrong?"

"He was just trying to bully me."

Zeng Li lifted a small hand, and upon being pointed out, Lu Xiaotian’s heart skipped a beat.

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