Siheyuan: Buyers get rich from hunting

At this moment, Liu Haizhong, who was always active and lively, rushed out of the crowd like a wild horse. His dark face flushed red due to extreme excitement, his eyes flashed with excitement, and his whole body was full of energy as if he had been injected with chicken blood. He shouted loudly: "Haha, this martial arts competition? It sounds so interesting! I have been looking forward to such a day, I can fight with masters from other places and see who is the real hero! We are people in Siheyuan, we are never afraid of challenges, let alone difficulties. This time we must let them see our strength!"

Then, He Yuzhu, who never wanted to be outdone, could no longer suppress his excitement and echoed loudly, "That's right! We can't lose to anyone! We have to hurry up and prepare well! We must use all our skills and try our best to fight for the supreme throne of honor and bring the first place medal home safely! Let everyone in the world know that our Siheyuan Militia is not a pushover! We must show them what true unity and courage are!"

Liu Pingan stood there quietly, his eyes slowly sweeping over the faces of the crowd that were flushed with excitement and excitement, as if he could see through the desire and determination in everyone's heart. His eyes revealed an unconcealable relief, the corners of his mouth slightly raised, he nodded gently, and said in a firm and loud voice: "Great! I am sincerely happy to see everyone's high enthusiasm. This is exactly the fighting spirit and courage we need. Since we all have such a determination, let us work together and move forward bravely to win supreme glory for our courtyard! From this moment on, we must redouble our efforts, continuously strengthen our training intensity, and improve our respective skill levels. Whether it is physical fitness, tactics or teamwork, every aspect cannot be ignored. At the same time, for the upcoming competition, every preliminary preparation cannot be sloppy. We must be foolproof and ensure that we perform at our best level on the field!"

As Liu Ping'an's inspiring words fell, the whole courtyard was instantly enveloped by an exciting and positive atmosphere. A raging fire of fighting spirit ignited in everyone's heart, as if they could already see themselves fighting hard on the field and hear the cheers of victory.

Under his personal leadership, the militia team composed of residents of the courtyard quickly took action and launched a more intense but orderly training journey. They were not afraid of hardships and challenges, and used practical actions to interpret what the true warrior spirit is.

Every day of training is filled with sweat and perseverance, but their eyes are becoming more and more determined and their confidence is growing, because they know that only after thousands of trials and tribulations can they shine the brightest on the field.

The first thing to bear the brunt is the queue training, which is the foundation of militia training and an important part of showing teamwork and personal discipline. Liu Ping'an stood upright like a pine tree and a towering mountain, standing firmly in front of the open space. His eyes were sharp and focused, like a hawk hunting, not letting go of any slight movement flaws, and he had extremely strict training requirements for the militia.

Under his strict supervision, the militiamen devoted themselves to the formation training, which seemed simple but was actually a great test of teamwork and personal discipline. They stood tall and energetic, as if everyone had transformed into a soldier on the training ground, ready to meet challenges at any time.

The bright sunshine poured down without reservation, covering the empty space of the quadrangle with a layer of golden brilliance. The sunlight shone through the gaps between the leaves, forming mottled light and shadow, adding a bit of liveliness and vitality to the training ground. The long shadows projected on the ground, accompanied by the militiamen's uniform steps, sometimes intersected and sometimes overlapped, like a dynamic painting, silently witnessing their growth and transformation in sweat and persistence.

"Stand at attention! At ease! Turn left! Turn right!" With clear and powerful commands, Liu Ping'an stood at the front of the team like a general commanding thousands of troops. His voice was as loud as a bell, echoing throughout the courtyard, with an unquestionable majesty and power that made people excited.

The militiamen responded quickly after hearing the command, and completed each instruction neatly and uniformly. They were like a well-choreographed dancer, with consistent steps and standard postures, just like one person. Whether turning or marching, they showed a high level of tacit understanding and cooperation. Although everyone's face was covered with crystal beads of sweat, the sweat did not weaken their training enthusiasm in the slightest. On the contrary, they sparkled in the sunlight, as if they had become a symbol of glory, recording their efforts and persistence for the honor of the team.

In this training ground full of challenges and opportunities, the militiamen wrote their own glorious chapters with sweat. They not only exercised their bodies, but also sharpened their wills and improved their teamwork ability. Every training is an opportunity for growth, and every persistence is a transcendence of self.

At this time, the sunlight penetrated through the layers of clouds like golden threads, and like the brocade woven by the Weaver Girl, it gently and delicately sprinkled in this empty yard, coating every corner with a layer of dazzling gold. This golden light not only illuminated the surrounding environment, but also illuminated the resolute faces and vigorous postures of each militiaman, shaping them like warriors on the ancient battlefield, brave and fearless.

The rays of light stretched the shadows of the militiamen and projected them on the ground, making them look particularly slender and deep, as if reflecting their bravery and tenacity. For a moment, the whole yard seemed to be frozen in this moment, even the breeze stopped blowing, the leaves stopped swaying, and time seemed to have quietly stopped flowing. The whole world was silently watching the transformation and growth of this group of brave men, witnessing the glorious chapters they wrote with sweat and persistence.

The bangs of this senior militiaman, who is highly respected in the courtyard, always flashed an indomitable and unwavering light in his piercing eyes. Every time he turned around or took a step, he looked so steady and powerful, as if every step carried his desire for victory and loyalty to the team. Although his movements seemed simple, every detail revealed his profound skills and rich experience.

Beads of sweat rolled down his broad forehead, one drop after another, silently dripping onto the dry and almost cracked ground like pearls that had broken off a string. As soon as the sweat beads touched the ground, they were evaporated by the hot air in the blink of an eye, as if they had encountered a scalding furnace, leaving only a faint trace. However, even so, the steps of Liu Haizhong showed no signs of pausing or slowing down, but became more steady and powerful, as if he had endless strength and endless fighting spirit in his body.

His perseverance and persistence, like the firm belief deeply rooted in his heart, remain as solid as a rock and unbreakable despite the wind, rain, and erosion of time. His figure appears particularly tall and majestic in the sun, like an unshakable monument, always inspiring everyone around him.

In sharp contrast, is Yi Zhonghai. Compared with the passion and vitality of Liu Haizhong, Yi Zhonghai seems more calm and restrained. His every move does not seem hurried, but so calm and at ease. Every move he makes is just right and extremely precise, as if he has reached the level of perfection after a long period of careful carving and repeated practice. There is a deep and wise light in his eyes, as if he can see through everything and predict the future. Under his leadership, the training of the militia is more orderly, efficient and orderly.

His eyes, like the deep night sky, sometimes become solemn and deep, as if he is concentrating on a crucial strategic issue, and every subtle change in his eyes reveals his desire for victory and his deep sense of responsibility for the team. Sometimes, a ray of wisdom and bright light will suddenly flash across his eyes, and that light is like a meteor that cuts through the night sky, dazzling, as if he has instantly understood some key tricks that can improve his own skills and make the team stronger, which makes people around him excited.

Although his dry and clean clothes were soaked with sweat and clung to his slightly weathered but still tough body, his weathered face was always covered with a faint, calm smile. There was no arrogance or helpless smile in that smile, but a kind of incomparable firmness and strong self-confidence from the bottom of his heart for self-challenges. This self-confidence, like a solid foundation, supported him to keep moving forward without fear of any difficulties and challenges.

He Yuzhu, the chef who usually works hard in the kitchen, shovels flying, and warms people's hearts with delicious food, can show such a tenacious and fearless side at this moment, which makes people look at him with new eyes. His figure looks particularly tall on the training ground, like a pine tree that has gone through wind and rain but still stands tall.

He took steps, and although his movements were not as agile and nimble as Liu Haizhong's, each step was steady, solid and powerful, as if his feet were rooted and closely connected to the earth. His steps revealed a strong spiritual force of never giving in and fighting tenaciously, which made people feel his tenacity and perseverance deep in his heart.

Occasionally, when he paused to adjust his breathing, people could see a trace of fatigue that was difficult to conceal from his slightly tired but still bright eyes. However, this trace of fatigue only flashed by, like the mist in the morning light, and was completely replaced by an extremely firm and bright light in an instant. In that light, there was his firm belief in victory and his deep love for the team.

Because he deeply understands that he is no longer just an ordinary chef, but has transformed into a brave militiaman with the important responsibility and mission of protecting our beautiful homeland! This heavy sense of responsibility and mission is like a burning torch, illuminating and guiding his way forward, allowing him to be more resolute and forge ahead in the face of many difficulties and obstacles. His figure left a firm footprint on the training ground, becoming a role model and source of strength in everyone's heart.

However, in this lively and high-spirited crowd, there is a figure that stands out, like a red dot in the green, and that is Xu Damao. He is not conspicuous, but he attracts the attention of others in a subtle way.

At first glance, Xu Damao's movements seemed to be keeping up with the overall training rhythm, with steady steps and standard movements, as if he was one of the many brave militiamen. But if you look closely, you can easily detect the absent-mindedness in his eyes, an indescribable wandering and confusion, as if his mind is not on the training at the moment.

Whenever there was a break during training, he would always be the first to find excuses to ask for a break. Sometimes he said he wanted to wipe the sweat off his forehead, which seemed to be his best excuse to avoid training; sometimes he said he needed to adjust his heavy equipment, which seemed to be an unbearable burden in his heart. In short, it seemed that no matter when and where, he could always find a perfect opportunity to slack off in some subtle places, as if this would give him a little breathing space in this hard training.

His inner world is like a turbulent ocean, complex and changeable. Perhaps hidden in it is a deep fear of the hard training. The high-intensity physical requirements, complex tactical skills and strict discipline are like heavy mountains, pressing him to the point of being a little breathless, making him feel unprecedented pressure and challenges.

However, at the same time, he could not help but doubt and waver in his own abilities. Faced with such a difficult task, could he really handle it? This self-doubt was like a haze, quietly shrouding his heart, often causing him to fall into deep confusion and struggle.

Then, the long-awaited shooting training officially kicked off with its mysterious and exciting curtain. On this sunny morning, the militiamen were all in high spirits, like warriors about to go to war, holding brand-new rifles, standing upright in front of the vast, green shooting range. Their figures cast straight shadows in the morning light, as if they were a magnificent painting painted with determination and courage.