I enlisted four times! My former unit blacklisted me.

"Huh? What are you here for?" a new recruit asked curiously.

"We've brought some things for Brother Feng." He Dong and Li Pengfei pulled out a lot of snacks from their pockets.

"Brother Feng, these are energy bars. If you can't handle it, eat two."

"If you feel low blood sugar, suck on two lollipops..."

The two of them pulled out quite a few more things as if by magic.

"Brother Feng, you eat first, but we'll bring you more tomorrow."

Wu Hanfeng looked pleasantly surprised, "You two are really thoughtful, knowing to remember me."

Li Pengfei and He Dong smiled and said, "Old soldier, why are you being so polite with us? Isn't this what we should do?"

"Alright, I'll accept it. You two should go back now, don't let it interfere with your business."

The two waved to Wu Hanfeng and said, "Then we're leaving."

As they passed Li Cuicui and Zhao Long, the two greeted them politely: "Commander, Political Commissar, we'll be going now."

Li Cuicui: "..."

They just left like that?

You still remember that I'm the regimental commander and Zhao Long is the political commissar!

Didn't you bring a lot of food?

Give us some, though.

Wu Hanfeng looked at the snacks in his arms, which were so big he couldn't even hold them all, with a contented expression.

"Yihang, put down that tasteless steamed bun and eat a dumpling!"

"Dawei, here are two skewers of grilled sausages for you."

"Kun'er loves chive and egg pancakes, eat more."

"Ma Teng, here's some braised beef for you."

Wu Hanfeng shared the food they brought with the special operations squad members.

Others were filled with envy, jealousy, and hatred, their tears and saliva flowing freely.

Zhou Haibo, Liu Yang, and Zhao Yu looked at the white steamed buns in their hands.

Liu Yang: "You guys think we're brothers who've been through thick and thin together, so could the veterans give us a little something out of old times?"

"I think what you said makes a lot of sense!" Zhou Haibo was the first to respond. "Back then during the military exercises, I carried him for a long distance. He should remember that, both morally and logically."

"Exactly, I even climbed over the wall with him to buy barbecue skewers, and we got caught together and were forced to write self-criticisms together."

The three of them prepared themselves mentally and then shamelessly went to find Wu Hanfeng.

"Old Wu, I see you have quite a lot of food here?"

"Did Xiao He, who was just on patrol, give you an energy bar?"

"Wow, old soldier, your steamed bun is practically oozing oil!"

Wu Hanfeng raised an eyebrow at the three menacing figures. "You three are looking at each other way too bluntly."

"Old soldier! What are you saying? We know you're exceptionally understanding and loyal. After all, we've slept together before, you wouldn't bear to see us eating steamed buns, would you?"

Wu Hanfeng nodded.

The three men immediately felt they had a chance, and Zhou Haibo seized the opportunity to play the emotional card, "Think back to those days, who accompanied you to the mess hall kitchen for a big clean-up?"

Zhou Haibo's evil claws quietly reached out to the big steamed bun.

Snapped--

As a result, he was slapped away by Wu Hanfeng.

"Thank you for reminding me of happy memories during the rally. I feel so lucky to know you all." Wu Hanfeng said with a touched expression, but the next second, his face turned serious.

"But, I can't eat much; this is for my teammates."

"Old soldier! How can you be so heartless?" Liu Yang looked at Wu Hanfeng pitifully.

"What's there to be reluctant about? Even the regimental commander and political commissar eat steamed buns."

The three glanced at the two regimental leaders not far away, who shared the same resentful expression as them.

"..."

The 100-kilometer training run didn't take as long as everyone expected.

Li Cuicui was probably feeling resentful because she hadn't gotten to eat the big steamed buns.

This directly shortened everyone's rest and meal times.

They set up camp at the foot of the mountain in the evening, sleeping on the ground in their quilts.

As a result, he only slept for less than three hours before being woken up to continue walking.

In the latter half of the journey, many new recruits were exhausted and had to use tree branches as walking sticks to keep going.

Most of the inexperienced recruits had blisters on the soles of their feet, which would rub off and then blister, creating a vicious cycle.

Wu Hanfeng's special operations squad was a cancer in the team.

Not only is he in better condition than most veterans, but he also has relatively more strength.

"Don't those guys in the special operations squad ever get tired?"

"I...I'm...too tired...to...speak."

"Someone help me, I can't walk anymore."

They held on until the break time, then everyone collapsed onto the ground.

Aside from backpacks, the only other items taller than half a meter belong to the special operations squad.

The special operations squad members sat on the ground and adjusted their breathing along with Wu Hanfeng.

"Yes, inhale for five seconds, hold for two seconds, and exhale for seven seconds."

"You must learn to make your body recover efficiently in a short time..."

Ten minutes later, while the others took a nap, Wu Hanfeng led the special operations squad to recover.

Qian Kun's eyes widened in surprise: "It really works! I don't feel as much pain in my foot as before."

The old soldier standing nearby said weakly, "Are you sure you haven't been walking for too long and lost consciousness?"

Qian Kun: "..."

No wonder you're so tired, just keep being tired!

Let's set off again.

We were only 20 kilometers away from the regimental headquarters, but our speed had dropped to almost 3.5 km/h.

The veterans have all emerged from their near-death state.

Wu Hanfeng looked at the special operations squad members, who were drenched in sweat.

"Are you tired?"

Not tired

"Is it still possible to hold onto the item?"

"able!"

"Then take the rest of the things that are too heavy to carry."

The four men simultaneously examined Wu Hanfeng's face: "..."

Wu Hanfeng pointed to the group of soldiers in front of him who could barely stand up straight.

"What's most important among soldiers? Mutual help and cooperation. If you see someone who can't run anymore or can't keep going, take their equipment and carry their load."

The group sighed helplessly and had no choice but to do as instructed.

Zhao Yihang walked up to a new recruit who was leaning against a tree branch: "Comrade, do you need me to help you carry your bag? It will make things easier for you."

"Huh?" The new recruit looked at the angel descending from the sky and wondered, "I didn't make a wish, did I?"

But it would be even better if someone could help, so he happily handed the 30kg bag to Zhao Yihang.

Zhao Yihang could only hang it on his chest. The moment he put it on, he felt that he would eventually become a windshield wiper that wobbled back and forth.

"Well done! Special forces platoon, you're awesome!"

Sun Dawei and Ma Teng each had four guns hanging from their chests.

Qian Kun carried countless water bottles...

The four of them walked and asked questions along the way. Many people, still in shock, couldn't control themselves and handed the guns to the other party.

"Holy shit, that special forces squad is a bunch of bastards!"

Several were even dumbfounded: "Are we going to train like this from now on? I think I'm going to die here."

"Are they even human?"

"I think it's perfectly normal to lose to people like them."

"Madmen! A bunch of madmen!"

"Are they fucking risking their lives to walk like that?"