I enlisted four times! My former unit blacklisted me.

The other four members of the special operations squad, upon hearing the news of today's training, acted as if they had gotten a bargain.

"Squad leader, is that all the tasks for today? Can we get some rest earlier?" Qian Kun asked excitedly.

Ma Teng laughed heartily: "Today is no different from a holiday."

Sun Dawei: "I thought we were going to have to climb another hill. Luckily, I'll have some free time after the run, so I'll go to the mess hall and grab some watermelon."

Zhao Yihang nodded in agreement.

He Dong was dumbfounded.

No.

I'd heard their training intensity was quite high, but I didn't expect it to be this high.

Don't we all use the same system of weights and measures?

He Dong boasted that his physical abilities were not bad in the whole company, but why did he seem like a burden to Wu Hanfeng?

He seriously doubted whether he was insane, or whether the world was insane.

He couldn't even imagine how terrifying their usual training must be.

He recalled Zhou Haibo's words at noon that made him wish he were dead. At the time, he didn't understand what they meant, but now he finally understood.

He swallowed hard in despair.

I wonder if it's too late to regret it now...

Seeing his pale face, Wu Hanfeng couldn't help but laugh and said, "What's wrong? Didn't you just say you were in good shape and didn't need me to take care of you?"

"Are you scared now?"

He Dong stared blankly, slurring his words, "Who's afraid? It's just 10 kilometers. No big deal."

Wu Hanfeng noticed that his fingertips were white and trembling slightly, but he didn't poke at them.

He raised an eyebrow and glanced at his watch, then said, "Now that everyone is ready, let's line up. Yihang will lead the way, and we'll maintain our pace."

"Yihang, don't run too fast, take care of the newbies."

"yes!"

Zhao Yihang said to He Dong, "Brother Dong, don't be nervous. Brother Feng said that since it's new day, he'll go easy on you. Just run at a steady pace and don't worry about your time."

"We've run this route at least fifty times in three months; we could find our way back with our eyes closed."

Qian Kun nodded in agreement, saying, "That's right, Dong-ge, if you can't keep up, just call out, we'll wait for you. It's just a warm-up, the important thing is to participate, there's no shame in it."

Upon hearing this, He Dong immediately felt reassured and even adopted the airs of a veteran.

It's just a constant speed of 10 kilometers per hour, isn't it?

Although he wasn't the best in terms of physical fitness in the disciplinary team, he never fell out of the middle in the two weekly five-kilometer tests, and the ten-kilometer test only took him a little over an hour if he gritted his teeth.

Besides, all four new recruits have said they'll wait for him. As a veteran, he can't really fall behind the greenhorns, can he?

"Hey, it's no big deal." He Dong casually stretched his ankles, striking a pose of seasoned composure. "Go ahead and run, just go at your normal pace. No need to give me special consideration. I often run 10 kilometers for fun in the disciplinary squad, it'll be fine."

In his view, these four were following Wu, the deputy squad leader.

But he was still a new recruit after all.

I enlisted six months earlier than them.

Their physical fitness should be much stronger than theirs.

When we start running, we need to slow down a bit so we don't leave the four new recruits too far behind.

To avoid discouraging people's enthusiasm.

After all, they are veterans, and they should act like veterans and not bully newcomers.

"Brother Dong, are you ready? I'm about to start running!" Zhao Yihang asked.

He Dong nodded. "Alright, let's begin."

Upon hearing this, Zhao Yihang immediately waved his hand, "Run!"

At his command, Zhao Yihang and his three companions rushed out.

He Dong's smile froze on his face.

and many more?

Is this what you call uniform speed?

You call this releasing water?

He Dong stared at the backs of the four new recruits, almost thinking he was seeing things.

"Fuck your sister!"

He Dong cursed inwardly and then quickly chased after them.

However, every fifty meters, He Dong had to subconsciously increase his speed in order to barely stay at the back of the group.

At first, he forced himself to stay calm, adjusting his breathing and maintaining the composure expected of a veteran.

But as he ran, He Dong realized something was wrong.

This road isn't flat!

First, there's a gentle uphill slope of 300 meters. It doesn't look steep, but the feeling of weight on your legs increases rapidly as you run.

After finally making it to the end of the uphill climb, we were met with another sharp turn.

Zhao Yihang and his three companions turned with effortless speed, without slowing down at all. When He Dong followed suit, his steps faltered, and he almost fell headfirst into the stinking ditch.

After running two kilometers, He Dong was already panting.

He secretly glanced at the four new recruits in front of him.

The four of them acted like nothing had happened.

Zhao Yihang turned around and shouted to him, "Brother Dong, keep up! It's downhill up ahead, so it'll be easier!"

Saves you a ton of a joke!

He Dong cursed inwardly, feeling as if hot air was filling his lungs, and every breath he inhaled was burning. His throat was so dry and painful.

He Dong gritted his teeth and forced himself to follow, but he was already starting to regret it.

I should have known better than to show off.

What about veteran's demeanor? What about not falling behind the new recruits? They're about to lose their lives, and they still care about saving face?

But it's too late to say slow now. You can't just stop after running two kilometers, can you?

That would be too embarrassing for the disciplinary team.

If word gets out that the veteran of the disciplinary squad can't outrun the new recruits of the third company, how will he ever be able to stay in the disciplinary squad again?

He had no choice but to grit his teeth and keep going!

By the time they reached five kilometers, He Dong was almost at his limit.

But looking at the four people in front of him, his competitive spirit returned.

I could only grit my teeth and persevere for another two kilometers.

By the time he reached seven kilometers, he truly couldn't run another step.

There happened to be a big poplar tree by the roadside. He Dong's eyes lit up as if he had seen a savior. He rushed over, leaned against the tree trunk, and bent down, panting heavily.

"No... I can't take it anymore..."

He Dong waved his hand, completely losing his nerve to pretend, "You...you run first...I'll rest for a bit...I'll catch up after I rest for a bit..."

Zhao Yihang and his three companions stopped upon hearing the sound, turned around, and slowly walked back.

Zhao Yihang took the water bottle that was always hanging on his waist down: "Brother Dong, drink slowly, sip it, don't choke."

He Dong took the water, carefully drank two mouthfuls, and felt a little touched.

Look how sensible those new recruits are; they know how to take care of the veterans.

Unlike those guys in the disciplinary squad.

If you're in the disciplinary squad and you can't run fast enough, the captain's lightning-fast legs will be there in the next second!

Before he could even feel moved for three seconds, he saw Qian Kun slowly pull out a roll of military green backpack strap from his training uniform pocket.

He Dong: "???"

Wait...wait a minute?

Why are you taking out your backpack strap?

Just as a strong sense of foreboding rose in his heart, he saw Zhao Yihang take the backpack strap, his fingers flying, and in two quick movements he made two loops that were just the right tightness, then he smiled slightly at him:

"Brother Dong, it's okay. It's normal to be like this the first time you run this route."

As Zhao Yihang spoke, he put one ring on his wrist and shoved the other into He Dong's hand.

"Here, hold onto this, Kun'er and I will each pull you on either side as we run, it'll save you a lot of effort."

"We've done this so many times, we're very skilled at it, we guarantee you won't fall."

Qian Kun also cooperated by taking another shorter backpack strap and wrapping it around his wrist twice.

He Dong was dumbfounded when he saw the backpack straps in the two men's hands.

Pull...run?

He Dong, a certified part-time military police assistant in the garrison area and a veteran of the regimental police force, was actually being dragged along by four green recruits with backpack straps.

If this gets out, how will he ever be able to stay in the troupe again?

Those guys in the disciplinary squad will laugh at him for a year!