Zhao Yi began to examine the two new abilities the system had given him.
“Never Drunk” was exactly what it sounded like; no matter how much alcohol Zhao Yi drank, whether it was beer, liquor, or wine, he would not get drunk, nor would excessive drinking cause any damage to his body.
This skill seemed unrelated to the military, but it was actually very useful.
In this era, the army had not yet issued a ban on alcohol, and one of the ways for officers and soldiers in various units to build camaraderie was through drinking.
Moreover, this was the easiest way to bridge the emotional gap between unfamiliar soldiers.
Even at the negotiating table, drinking was an important negotiation tactic:
If you got all the opposing negotiators drunk, the negotiations would naturally proceed exceptionally smoothly.
The most classic example was “The Motherland Needs Your Stomach.”
By my estimation, this classic historical event would probably happen in about two years.
The country was planning to purchase advanced fighter jets, the Beilian-27, from the Mao Xiong Nation to the north. Naturally, both sides would engage in the classic negotiation process of the buyer trying to lower the price and the seller trying to raise it.
During negotiations, the Mao Xiong Nation military adhered to their “Ustinov Doctrine,” which involved getting the opposing side drunk at the drinking table before negotiations even began.
Born in the harsh northern lands and naturally fond of drinking, Mao Xiong Nation officers were invincible with this tactic, gaining every advantage in negotiations.
However, the Northern Military Region sent a Colonel who was a heavy drinker. He single-handedly outdrank seventeen Mao Xiong Nation officers, ultimately completing the negotiation successfully.
And now, Zhao Yi also possessed this skill, and it might come in handy very soon.
“Instructor Zhao? Instructor Zhao!”
Just as Zhao Yi was about to study his second system ability, the shouts from outside grew louder.
“Come in.”
Hearing the voice, Zhao Yi quickly spoke.
“Instructor Zhao, you’ve been in your room for a long time without a sound. I thought something had happened to you,” Wang Bin said as he entered Zhao Yi’s office.
“I was just thinking about something and got distracted,” Zhao Yi casually offered an explanation.
“You’re thinking about the Special Forces, aren’t you?” Wang Bin chuckled, then began to report to Zhao Yi on the various situations regarding the renovation of the training ground.
Zhao Yi blinked, and a series of panel numbers immediately appeared beside Wang Bin:
Name: Wang Bin
Age: 36 years old
Morality: 73
Intelligence: 63
Physique: 71
Aesthetics: 54
Labor: 65
Potential Value: 4.7
“Hmm?”
Zhao Yi was stunned for a moment, but he quickly realized:
This was his system ability—Insightful Eyes.
Zhao Yi hadn’t thoroughly studied this ability yet, but based on its literal meaning, it could help him discover talent.
However, Zhao Yi truly hadn't expected it to be by checking the five-dimensional panel attributes of military soldiers.
Zhao Yi looked at Wang Bin’s panel, and a flash of understanding quickly went through his mind. The system had already directly instilled the meaning represented by the Insightful Eyes panel into his brain.
The “Morality” attribute represents the corresponding soldier’s moral standards and ideological awareness;
The “Intelligence” attribute represents the soldier’s cultural level, mental agility, and ability to learn knowledge;
The “Physique” attribute represents the soldier’s physical quality and strength;
The “Aesthetics” attribute represents the soldier’s artistic appreciation, literary creation, and other abilities;
The “Labor” attribute represents the soldier’s practical skills, including the ability to use tools, weapons, and firearms;
And the numbers represent the quantified values of the soldier’s current abilities.
The system also provided reference values: the five ability levels of a normal healthy adult male are usually around 50.
Growth potential is on a ten-point scale; the stronger the potential, the higher the number, with the average potential for ordinary people being around 5.0.
Looking at it this way, Zhao Yi couldn’t help but feel a bit more admiration for Company Commander Wang Bin in front of him.
Wang Bin’s potential value was even lower than the average for ordinary people.
However, his current ability scores were far above the average for ordinary people.
This indicated that Wang Bin must have diligently studied and trained, putting in more effort and sweat than the average person to achieve his current abilities.
“Company Commander Wang, you’ve worked hard. Let the company soldiers rest for half a day. I will explain the subsequent training ground renovation plan to you tomorrow.”
After listening to Wang Bin’s report, Zhao Yi nodded slightly, affirmed the achievements of Wang Bin and his company, and then dismissed Wang Bin.
He was not in the mood to continue with the site renovation now. With an unreasonable ability like 'Insightful Eyes,' Zhao Yi was definitely going to find soldiers for his Special Forces!
After Wang Bin left, Zhao Yi pulled open the drawer to his left and took out a list.
This was the list of elite soldiers in the Southwest Military Region where he was stationed.
This list was provided to him by Lu Zhong, a staff officer from the 139th Division Headquarters. This staff officer, like Xu Kunpeng, was also a close friend who had grown up playing with Zhao Yi in the same military compound.
Zhao Yi had long anticipated that various units would not easily send their elite soldiers to his Special Forces, so he approached this friend and asked him to provide a list of the elite soldiers in the 139th Division.
Not only that, Lu Zhong and Xu Kunpeng also provided lists of elite soldiers from many other units based on the results of several Military Region competitions.
Zhao Yi planned to use this list, combined with his 'Insightful Eyes' ability, to select a group of soldiers with both high quality and high potential to become the first batch of Special Forces soldiers under his command.
Thinking of this, Zhao Yi called for his clerk, Ma Ping'an:
“Little Ma, get the car ready, we’re going out!”
“Instructor, where to?”
“369th Regiment.”
Zhao Yi’s gaze locked onto a name on the list, then he slowly spoke.
… …
At the same time, the burly Zhang Deyong was sweating profusely as he led a dozen soldiers in clearing a long-abandoned, overgrown training ground and setting up training facilities.
“Whew—everyone, take a rest.”
Zhang Deyong let out a long breath, looking at the surrounding area, and couldn't help but sigh.
Training Special Forces was much harder than he had imagined.
First, there was the application for training grounds and supplies. The Military Region’s Logistics Department’s approval process took time, but Yang Weiguo only gave him one month.
Left with no choice, Zhang Deyong could only seek help from his old Regimental Commander, obtaining this abandoned training ground, as well as a dozen soldiers he had personally trained to help rebuild the training ground.
“Battalion Commander, this is the list of soldiers that the Military Region has ordered various units to transfer to join the Special Forces.”
Just then, a soldier ran towards Zhang Deyong, carrying a stack of documents.
“Oh? Let me see it quickly!”
A rare smile appeared on Zhang Deyong’s face. Although the approval and allocation of site resources were slow, those were external matters.
Special Forces, most importantly, depended on the people, on the soldiers in the unit!
Although Yang Weiguo gave him and Zhao Yi a tight one-month training period, in Zhang Deyong’s plan, he could completely create the prototype of the so-called Special Forces for the Military Region leaders to inspect by selecting some good soldiers and elite soldiers from various Military Region units and training them intensively for a month!
“This mission of training the Special Forces will ultimately be mine, Zhang Deyong’s!”
Zhang Deyong confidently opened the personnel lists uploaded by various units.