As Zhao Yi's voice faded, the conference room fell silent, so quiet that you could hear a pin drop.
Many officers had an expression of lingering interest on their faces; Zhao Yi's words had opened a new door for them.
The officers who could sit in the conference room in this era were all elite soldiers and strong generals who had been on the battlefield and tempered in blood and fire.
They certainly did not lack combat experience, strategic vision, or military foresight; it was just that due to the limitations of the current era, some problems could not be pinpointed to their core.
Now, Zhao Yi's cross-era remarks caused many people to ponder, as their minds integrated the new concepts Zhao Yi spoke of with their original understanding and methodologies.
"Hiss—those words seem to make some sense."
"Let me sort this out first… This Special Forces is indeed very different from what I had imagined before."
"Instructor Zhao, he is not simple."
In the conference room, many officers who had previously looked down on Zhao Yi now looked at him with surprise:
They hadn't expected this second-generation playboy, in their eyes, to speak so eloquently on the issue of establishing Special Forces, truly possessing some real talent.
These words caused many people in the conference room to change their attitude towards Zhao Yi.
However, Zhang Deyong, who was the first to volunteer, still held a prejudice against Zhao Yi:
"I'm just afraid you're all talk!"
"Zhao Yi, what you say sounds good, but you lack actual troop-leading experience, so you might not do well."
"Battalion Commander Zhang, Zhao Yi is also a company Instructor who was withdrawn from the southern battlefield front line; in terms of troop-leading experience, he is not bad either."
Someone in the conference room spoke up for Zhao Yi.
What he said was the truth, and Zhang Deyong couldn't think of anything to refute, but his gaze towards Zhao Yi remained unkind.
Evidently, Zhang Deyong still believed Zhao Yi was a gilded second-generation, and that Zhao Yi was inferior to him in the task of training Special Forces.
In the center of the conference room, Yang Weiguo snapped out of his thoughtful expression and looked up at Zhao Yi.
Because of Zhao Yi's background, he had known this young man for a long time.
Yang Weiguo knew that Zhao Yi was definitely not the second-generation playboy in most people's eyes, but a qualified soldier.
However, Zhao Yi's remarks today still exceeded Yang Weiguo's expectations.
Zhao Yi's words even gave him considerable inspiration; someone without a deep understanding and who hadn't specifically studied Special Forces would absolutely not possess such insights.
"Well said, Zhao Yi."
Like the others, Yang Weiguo briefly affirmed Zhao Yi's speech, then changed the subject:
"However… I still have one question, Zhao Yi, where did you learn all this from?"
This question was a simple background check.
Asking this question indicated that Yang Weiguo already intended to involve Zhao Yi in the Special Forces construction task.
Although Yang Weiguo understood Zhao Yi's family background and knew that there was a 98% chance he had no issues, as the highest person in charge of this meeting, Yang Weiguo still needed to ask one more question.
"This… I might not be able to explain it clearly in a few words."
"Some of these things I read in military books from home and the military, as well as from analyzing the enemy's armed work teams with my comrades and summarizing experiences when facing them on the southern battlefield."
"And some I deduced myself based on the above, as well as news intelligence about some suspected Special Forces abroad."
Zhao Yi said, what he said was actually a microcosm of the country's theoretical development in the process of building Special Forces, and saying it this way was absolutely not wrong.
Moreover, whether it was military books or experience facing the enemy's armed work teams on the southern battlefield, these were all solid personal credentials, and even if investigated, no problems would be found.
Hearing Zhao Yi's words, Yang Weiguo nodded slightly:
"Good, very good."
Then, Yang Weiguo's gaze swept around the conference room: "Does anyone else want to speak?"
"Chief, I have an idea."
A Military Region Division Commander, forty-something years old with thick eyebrows and large eyes, spoke.
"Among all the young men who volunteered just now, I personally favor Zhang Deyong and Zhao Yi the most."
"Of these two, Zhang Deyong, as the Sharp Knife Battalion Commander, is experienced and has outstanding personal ability; as for Zhao Yi, there's no need to mention it, his words just now are enough to show that he has put effort into researching Special Forces related issues."
"I think, let Zhang Deyong serve as the Special Forces training chief officer, and Zhao Yi serve as the unit Instructor, with such a strong combination, they will surely do a good job with the Special Forces!"
As soon as the Division Commander finished speaking, it drew agreement from many officers in the conference room:
"Hmm, I agree with Division Commander Liu."
"Old Liu's idea is indeed good, I approve!"
"I also think it's feasible."
"…"
"Hmm." Yang Weiguo nodded slightly; he himself also thought this plan was good. "Does anyone else have differing opinions?"
"If not, this matter is settled."
"Reporting, Chief, I have an objection."
Just as Yang Weiguo's voice fell, a clear voice rang out.
Everyone looked towards the sound, and the person speaking was none other than Zhao Yi.
Most people showed puzzled expressions; if it were others who volunteered but weren't selected and had an opinion, they could understand.
But Yang Weiguo had just agreed to Division Commander Liu's proposal to let Zhao Yi participate in the task of training Special Forces, so what else was he dissatisfied with?
"Oh?" Yang Weiguo raised an eyebrow and looked at Zhao Yi, "Zhao Yi, what else do you want to say?"
"Reporting, Chief, I don't plan to be the Instructor of the Special Forces; if I'm going to be anything, I'll be the chief Instructor of this Special Forces!"
Zhao Yi spoke with conviction.
He didn't mean to look down on Zhang Deyong, but having Zhang Deyong serve as the training chief officer would certainly not be as good as having him, a future Special Forces, serve.
Moreover, the system he had awakened earlier also required him to be the unit's chief training Instructor, not the Instructor.
Whether for the development of this soon-to-be-established Special Forces or for the system rewards, Zhao Yi was duty-bound to take the position of chief Instructor.
As Zhao Yi's words fell, the atmosphere in the entire conference room froze.
Everyone looked at Zhao Yi with astonished eyes; for a company-level Instructor, being able to serve as the Instructor of the Special Forces was already quite good.
Who would have thought that Zhao Yi was still not satisfied and wanted to be the chief Instructor of this Special Forces!
And it was the chief Instructor of the first Special Forces unit to be established in the Southwest Military Region, specially ordered by the higher-ups!
They were somewhat unsure whether this young man was ambitious or just fantasizing.
Zhang Deyong, beside him, flushed red with anger:
He hadn't even complained about Zhao Yi, this armchair strategist, becoming his Instructor, yet Zhao Yi directly wanted to kick him aside and do it alone?!
