Special Forces from Fire Phoenix

But this is a school, not a combat unit, usually an honorary lieutenant general.

Principal Mao smiled and nodded in agreement.

And Zhang Bo's real name is Chamberlain, and he is the teacher of Principal Mao. He founded the 986 Military Academy and was also the first principal.

Of course, if there is a war, these people will become generals with real power, put on general uniforms, kill enemies for the country, and defend the enemy from outside the country.

Chamberlain thought about it for a while, and said with a little seriousness: "I can't see through this little guy. It's right to say that he has shown his talents, and it's okay to return to basics."

Immediately, Principal Mao was very surprised, because his teacher was someone who rarely had a sixth sense of war.

Relying on this miraculous sixth sense back then, he circled the enemy back and forth on the battlefield, fought beautiful roundabout battles and annihilation battles one after another, and brought the chairman's guerrilla warfare to the extreme.

From a company commander, relying on his illustrious military achievements, he was finally promoted to general.

People with a sixth sense are rare, even Mao Yisheng doesn't have one, and his teacher, relying on the sixth sense, rarely misses it all his life.

Even the teacher can't see through him?

This kid has such great ability?

Principal Mao suddenly had an extraordinary urge to meet Zhang Lu. He knew that he should have waited and met this young man for a while.

Principal Mao smiled lightly and said, "People who can't even see through the teacher, it seems that this time our 986 Academy has come across a river."

Chamberlain closed the book in his hand, handed it to Principal Mao, and said, "Show him this book tomorrow and ask him to recite it. This is the second assessment."

Mao Yisheng took the book, glanced at the title, and said, "It may not be easy to pass the teacher's assessment."

Chamberlain suddenly became very interested, and said with a smile on his old face, "It's hard to say, I rarely meet people with a sixth sense!"

Mao Yisheng was stunned for a moment, but his heart was overwhelmed. This kid also has a sixth sense?

This is incredible!

There are so many people in the country, but how many people have a sixth sense?

After so many years, no one in the military has found that person has a sixth sense, otherwise he would have already focused on cultivating it.

Mao Yisheng still couldn't believe it, and asked, "Teacher, is he a person with a sixth sense? People from sixth-type institutions, don't they know?"

Logically speaking, as long as a person with a sixth sense is found, the sixth type of institution will absolutely not say a word, immediately grab the person, and bring them back to the sixth type of institution to focus on cultivation.

But the people from the sixth category rejected this kid, otherwise He Zhijun would not have asked him to apply for training at the 986 Military Academy.

Chamberlain nodded and said: "Looking at Huaxia, there are only two people, one is me, and the other is the hermit ≈ from the sixth type of institution, he should be the third person."

Chamberlain snorted coldly, and an awe-inspiring aura arose, that was the majesty of a general in the army, the invincible momentum of commanding a million troops.

He walked to the bowl window and said, "Li Shangyin is too conceited and selfish. I lost to him back then, so I withdrew from the sixth category of institutions."

"But in these years, he has also cultivated the four kings of soldiers [Ya Linhong left the world and founded the Seven-color Killer, just to put forward an opinion, to open the sixth category of institutions, so that more outstanding soldiers have the opportunity to enter the sixth category Institutional training, but he refused."

"In my opinion, he just sticks to the rules and keeps going."

"Now, he wants to train his daughter to become the new Fang, succeeding Lin Hong."

Mao Yisheng knew about the matter between the teacher and the hermit, but it was the first time he had heard that the hermit wanted to train his daughter to become a new fang.

To promote the virtuous does not avoid relatives.

If the hermit's daughter has such abilities, it would be fine to become the new fang.

But how can it be so easy to be the fang of the country?

It is the four kings of soldiers, and they are still a little bit worse, unable to take over the position of the fangs.

"Teacher, how about the hermit's daughter?" Mao Yisheng asked.

"I've seen that young man. He's very strong, but he doesn't have a sixth sense."

Chamberlain said with a hearty smile: "He gave up the rookie this time, hehe, it will be the biggest loss in his life!"

Seeing the teacher's smile, Mao Yisheng thought of something, and said respectfully: "Is the teacher going to train him personally?"

Chamberlain nodded and said, "If he passes the assessment, he will become your junior."

Mao Yisheng smiled wryly. After so many years, he was the only disciple. There were a few named disciples, but they were very few.

Without him, the teacher's standard for selecting students is too high. Even he almost failed to pass the test back then.

Mao Yisheng said: "Is a rookie so good? How many people can't pass your level."

Chamberlain tapped the thick book in Mao Yisheng's hand a few times, and said, "Just look at it, let him memorize this book for a week."

Only memorized for a week?

Mao Yisheng was astonished, thinking that the teacher would lower the standard because the rookie had a sixth sense, but unexpectedly, he raised the standard instead.

You must know that it took him ten days to finish this book.

The scene of the endorsement back then, many years later, is still vivid in retrospect.

This is not just to read it once, but to memorize it in your head, and you can recite it at any time during the question and answer.

These training colleges are also reciting this book, but according to Mao Yisheng's estimate, it will take at least a month.

"Teacher, do you want to lower your mark, or else, I'm afraid I'll lose a junior." Mao Yisheng smiled lightly.

Chamberlain waved his hand and said without doubt: "No need! It can be done in a week."

"Teacher, it's not that I don't believe in your vision. I'm afraid it won't work in a week."

"Oh, are you so sure?"

"Then I will dare to make a bet with the teacher."

"Hehe, fine, let's have fun."

……

Zhang Lu vomited his mind of practicing bodhicitta.

Haste makes waste, and he didn't expect to develop the third bodhi heart right away, which requires some external stimulation.

Especially in the case of a crisis, the chance of a breakthrough is greater.

Usually, it is mostly just grinding.