Military: Last but not least?I was admitted to the best military academy

Chapter 157 Victory and Failure in the Eye of the Beholder

After the eliminated students returned to the shore, they were ordered by the monitors to run along the beach.

After reaching the end of the task, you can rest.

The end of the mission should have been reached by them by sea route.

But now, those who have been eliminated can only run on land.

"Give me some speed! If you can't swim fast at sea, can't you run fast on land?"

A group of freshmen were reprimanded.

They swam at least six kilometers of sea swimming, and had a fierce confrontation with the third-year students on the sea, and their physical strength had been exhausted.

Now that I'm back on the shore, I'm running again before I rest, and the speed is naturally not fast.

However, the teachers will not spoil them.

"Look at the juniors in front of you, how far have you fallen from others?"

A student couldn't help asking: "Squad leader, those who ran ahead are really juniors?"

"Didn't you see that the team was led by a junior teacher?"

"Why, haven't you lost enough at sea, and you have to lose again on the shore?"

"They are juniors. Is there any reason for you to run slower than them as freshmen?"

The student said weakly: "No, I'm just curious. Why do so many juniors come back?"

His squad leader said: "Where can you go if you are eliminated?"

The students were instantly shocked.

Only then did I somewhat believe the words passed down from Fang Ziwen.

Was it really eliminated by them?
That junior team had nearly a hundred people.

How many are they?How to eliminate so many third-year students?

These have become doubts in their hearts.

The squad leader who led the team had an idea, and shouted: "The end of the task is ahead, and the game will come to an end soon."

"Whether you can catch up to witness the result of the game depends on your foot strength!"

This method really worked, and the curious freshmen immediately quickened their pace.

At the end of the mission, everyone looked at the sea in unison.

"Someone is coming! It's three!"

Everyone immediately stretched their necks.

Sure enough, on the surface of the sea, at a distance of about a kilometer, three people were swimming towards this side.

After Fang Ziwen identified it carefully, he immediately collapsed and shouted.

"It's Lu Feng! It's Lu Feng!"

He also grabbed Wang Gang's clothes and excitedly said, "Did Gangzi see it? It's Lu Feng, they succeeded!"

The people around were all attracted by his voice.

Lu Feng, the famous cramp roll king in his freshman year, who hasn't heard of it?

It's just that they were not familiar with Lu Feng, and they couldn't recognize them at such a distance.

But when they heard Fang Ziwen's shout, their first reaction was not doubt, but understanding.

Sure enough, if anyone could do it, it was him.

"Huh? Why is there a group of people standing there with blue scarves on their arms?"

A cadet points to a small group near the surface.

They stood knee-high in the water, staring at the distant sea.

Everyone was still confused, but Wang Gang immediately came to his senses.

"No! They are the Blues who have not been eliminated!"

Not eliminated?
Everyone was stunned.

Li Rong from Class 6 suddenly said: "Oops! They guarded here on purpose, Lu Feng and the others are in danger!"

He also hoped that Lu Feng would win, to win for the freshman, and he also became worried at this time.

Fang Ziwen heard the words, and immediately shouted anxiously towards the sea: "Lu Feng, Xiao Xinji!"

Before he finished speaking, Wang Gang covered his mouth.

Wang Gang said seriously: "Don't shout! We can't interfere with the game!"

Only then did Fang Ziwen realize that he had slipped his tongue in a hurry.

Waiting for Fang Ziwen to nod, Wang just let go.

He said, "Trust Lu Feng."

Fang Ziwen's eyes became firm again, staring nervously at the sea.

Not long after, Lu Feng, Li Hefeng and Gao Lei landed on the shore.

Lu Feng waved his hand and stopped.

Apparently, they also found out that the junior also has an interception team.

This team is the junior team leader just in case, to prevent any fish from slipping through the net.

Not long after he set off, he arranged for an elite team, instead of chasing the Red Army with the army, they crossed the sea directly and squatted at the end of the mission.

Now, this surprise soldier actually got caught by Lu Feng, the three slippery fish.

And Lu Feng quickly made a judgment.

Li Hefeng and Gao Lei immediately distanced themselves from each other and landed in different directions.

And the junior team was immediately divided into three parts, to intercept Li and Gao respectively.

Lu Feng himself did not change his direction, and continued to swim straight towards the shore.

Fang Ziwen immediately shouted: "Brother Feng! Come on!"

Wang Gang also shouted: "Lu Feng, come on!"

Seeing this, the others also shouted.

"Li Hefeng, come on!"

"Come on, Gao Lei!"

Immediately, there was a burst of encouraging shouts on the beach.

And when Lu Feng threw down the third-year blue team who blocked him one by one in the sea with a wonderful catch and throw, it immediately aroused another round of cheers.

When Lu Feng successfully arrived at the finish line with the mission items, he held up the post and shouted out the declaration of victory.

The freshmen who were watching couldn't bear it anymore, and surrounded them with a howl.

After a while, Lu Feng was lifted up by the freshmen and thrown into the air.

"Lu Feng!"

"Lu Feng!"

"Lu Feng!"

The crowd tossed and cheered his name in unison.

And over there, the junior blue army who had just intercepted Li Hefeng and Gao Lei were all stunned.

Li Hefeng and Gao Lei immediately broke free from their grasp and ran towards the cheering crowd.

Junior did not stop.

That is their victory.

They deserve to embrace victory.

On the other side, the third team of the Blue Army, which was eliminated by Lu Feng and others, all lowered their heads in frustration.

They lost.

Lost to a bunch of freshmen.

Those cheers, to them, were like knives, piercing into their bodies, scarring their dignity.

"Don't bow your head! Lift them all up!"

Their squadron leader roared at them.

"Keep your eyes wide open and watch carefully, watch carefully!"

They immediately raised their heads again and looked at the cheering crowd.

"It's this group of people who will defeat you!"

"They are a group of freshmen!"

"Freshman!"

"Does freshman know?"

Some of them had red eyes and could no longer hold back their tears.

The squadron leader continued to shout: "Failure is not shameful, what is shameful is that you dare not face failure directly!"

"Remember it for me!"

"Remember your feelings at this moment!"

"When training, when studying, when sleeping!"

"Ask yourself, do you still want to lose!"

They immediately said in unison: "No!"

"If you don't want to think about it, why didn't you work harder during training!"

A junior student suddenly shouted: "Report!"

"Say."

"Please let me do three hundred push-ups!"

The squadron leader looked at the group of junior students, and saw the determination on their faces again.

He knew that this group of people needed to vent their feelings of failure.

Let it out, and you'll be able to bounce back.

"All of them! Get ready for push-ups!"

The group of juniors immediately fell forward in unison, lying on their stomachs.

"Three hundred push-ups! Start!"

The squatting team looked at each other, pulled off the blue scarf on their arms, consciously joined the queue, and followed suit.

Soon after, the people on the sea also returned one after another.

The third-year students, without saying a word after landing, all joined the ranks of push-ups.

(End of this chapter)