I enlisted four times! My former unit blacklisted me.

"Are you kidding me? Are you sure it's one minute and 35 seconds?"

"Eleven seconds faster than the company commander's record! What does that mean? He's a god of the Third Company!"

"Awesome! Brother Feng broke the record!"

"From last in the class to breaking the record, Feng-ge, how did you do it?!"

"Aaaaaah! The deputy squad leader is amazing!"

In an instant, everyone surrounded Wu Hanfeng, excitedly congratulating him.

In a corner where no one was watching, Chen Zhiyuan quietly crossed the finish line.

"Company commander, 1 minute 45 seconds!"

At 1 minute and 45 seconds, Chen Zhiyuan broke his own record, but lost to Wu Hanfeng.

The first two times I could say it was because I underestimated my opponent, but what about this time?

Despite giving it his all, he couldn't catch up with Wu Hanfeng, who crossed the finish line with ease.

Has Wu Hanfeng really cheated?!

Wu Hanfeng steadied his breathing, looked at Chen Zhiyuan who was standing by unnoticed, and said with a smile, "Old Chen, I told you not to be so arrogant. The 400-meter obstacle course record for the Third Company is going to change hands."

Chen Zhiyuan was still in shock: "Did you take some kind of magic pill? You were ten seconds faster than me! Is that even possible?"

"Why not? There's no way around it, I'm the embodiment of a miracle. Don't forget our bet, a month's worth of clothes and socks." Wu Hanfeng said smugly.

The other soldiers whispered among themselves, "I seriously suspect that the company commander has become addicted to washing Wu Hanfeng's socks. If this competition continues, it'll be scheduled for the second half of the year."

"What do you know? The company commander has a broad vision; he's using this method to encourage Feng Ge to improve."

"But look at the company commander's face, he doesn't seem to be in good spirits."

He may not look happy on the outside, but he's secretly overjoyed.

"Wow! No wonder he's a company commander, he even did armed swimming and a 5-kilometer cross-country run... Looks like Brother Feng won't need to wash his socks for two years..."

Chen Zhiyuan was so angry he felt like he was going to grind his teeth to dust as he listened to the whispers of the crowd.

"What's wrong, Company Commander? Don't you want to agree?" Wu Hanfeng continued to press the issue.

"It's just a month's worth of smelly socks! It's not like I haven't washed them for you! A loss is a loss, a bet is a bet."

Wu Hanfeng chuckled: "Old Chen keeps his word. I'll bet on you again next time!"

"Fuck you, get out of here, I'm not putting up with this anymore."

…………

Wu Hanfeng defeated the company commander, and the entire special operations platoon stood tall and proud, looking down on everyone else.

The training syllabus for the special operations squad differed from that of other squads, and Wu Hanfeng provided individual instruction to Zhao Yihang, Qian Kun, and the other three.

"The 400-meter obstacle course requires everyone to run it five times consecutively without stopping."

Qian Kun's face turned deathly pale instantly.

"Huh? Five times in a row? That's just the 2000-meter steeplechase, isn't it?"

"Your math is pretty good." Wu Hanfeng nodded and said, "From now on, everyone must complete five times a day. If you don't, you won't get to eat."

"Ah? Brother Feng, I can't do it!" Sun Dawei's voice was trembling with tears.

He's a fat guy, and although he's lost some weight now, his starting weight was so high that running the 2,000-meter obstacle course would be like killing him.

"No way? Then why did you come to the special operations platoon? Go train with the company commander."

Ma Teng muttered to himself, "The company commander is ten seconds slower than you..."

Chen Zhiyuan, who was not far from them, blushed when he heard this.

He glared at Wu Hanfeng through gritted teeth.

This kid will probably have to use himself as a negative example for a while!

Mad!

They can fight but can't win, and they can't compete in matches either.

He could only lose face and swallow his anger.

He turned to his soldiers and said, "Run! Are you all sluggish, trying to find milk on the track?"

"You, you came down the balance beam in less than a meter? That's some hand-eye coordination!"

"Why are you crawling with your butt sticking out so high? Are you trying to hold a bomb up?"

The soldiers whispered among themselves.

"Is the company commander going through a shock?"

"They've lost face, so they're taking it out on us now."

"Run! Run! The company commander is looking over here!"

At this moment, Zhao Yihang and the others also started running.

Wu Hanfeng followed along, giving instructions as he ran: "When you're climbing, accelerate your footwork, that's right."

"Keep breathing and don't stumble."

One lap is over.

The other soldiers stopped to rest, but Wu Hanfeng's special operations squad was still running.

"Qian Kun, speed up! Put the same effort you would put into running five kilometers."

The entire company was stunned.

"The 400-meter obstacle course is over, why are they still running?"

"What kind of training method is this?"

"Can your body handle it?"

Under everyone's watchful eyes, the second lap quickly came to an end.

Just as everyone was about to call them over to breathe a sigh of relief, the third lap began.

This time, everyone was completely unable to sit still.

Three consecutive 400-meter steeplechase runs? Even the King of Heaven couldn't handle that!

"What's going on?"

"Holy crap. No wonder Sergeant Wu trains his troops; they're just as reckless as him."

Chen Zhiyuan was also getting anxious.

He grabbed Wu Hanfeng's arm and shouted, "Wu Hanfeng! Is this how you train soldiers? 400 meters is the limit for everyone's short sprint. You're making them run continuously like they're going to die?"

"Company commander, don't worry, I know what I'm doing, I won't break down."

"What if something really happens? Even veterans haven't trained like this. Aren't you just messing around? Get everyone to stop right now."

"Isn't it your problem that veterans haven't trained like this?"

"Don't worry, nothing will happen." Seeing that Qian Kun had slowed down, Wu Hanfeng immediately shouted sternly, "Qian Kun, you're slacking off as soon as I'm not watching you. Take bigger steps."

Chen Zhiyuan watched as Qian Kun's face turned red and his neck bulged, looking like he was about to explode.

He immediately said, "Stop running! Quickly tell everyone to stop!"

Wu Hanfeng looked at Chen Zhiyuan seriously: "Old Chen, you said before that the special operations platoon was breaking away from the company's training syllabus and training independently."

"You told me back then that you would have full authority to develop the training plan and transform the special operations platoon into the strongest combat team in the entire company. Did you say that yourself?"

Chen Zhiyuan felt like he had shot himself in the foot.

"That's true, but you can't train them to the point of exhaustion! Is this how you train them? Their bodies can't take it."

"I know better than you whether they can handle it. If you think I'm not doing a good job, then put them in other classes." Wu Hanfeng said with a serious face.

Chen Zhiyuan, of course, could not agree to that.

When the regiment wanted to form a special operations squad, Wu Hanfeng was the first person they thought of.

Considering his significant progress and long service in the military, we wanted him to lead troops based on his own experience.

Let's see if we can achieve some results.

But Wu Hanfeng's training today was so extreme that Chen Zhiyuan was caught in a dilemma.