I enlisted four times! My former unit blacklisted me.

The finish line for the 10-kilometer race was set under the old locust tree behind the camp.

At this moment, Wu Hanfeng was squatting on a tree stump, looking at the sky in the distance, leisurely eating the braised duck wings that Wang Erniu had specially prepared for him that morning.

"Ah, it smells so good." Wu Hanfeng ate it with gusto, the oil sizzling as he ate.

Suddenly, four figures the size of soybeans appeared in the distance; they were Zhao Yihang, Qian Kun, Ma Teng, and Sun Dawei.

If you look closely, you'll see that all four of them are wearing backpack straps, and the other end of the backpack strap is the exhausted He Dong.

He Dong's face was deathly pale, and his limbs were weak.

At first, I didn't care about being dragged by backpack straps, but later I relied entirely on them to drag me by backpack straps.

He's practically a puppet on strings.

As soon as they reached the finish line, the straps of the four backpacks came loose, and he collapsed to the ground like a puppet with its strings cut, his eyes closed.

His training uniform was soaked from head to toe, making him look like he had been pulled out of the water.

My throats sounded like broken bellows, and my breathing was hissing.

Looking at the other four members of the special operations squad, they only had a little sweat on their foreheads and didn't even pant.

The four people looked at him: "..."

Are the disciplinary squad members really that physically weak?

He Dong lay on the ground for a full three minutes before he finally managed to get up, supporting himself on his arms.

After standing up, I found that my legs were shaking like I was playing clappers.

His teeth were chattering: "Then...that squad leader...are we...is the 400-meter steeplechase a must?"

He looked at Wu Hanfeng with a pitiful expression.

It wasn't that he didn't want to persevere; he simply lacked the strength to do so.

He struggles even to lift his leg high now, let alone climb over a high wall.

Wu Hanfeng didn't say anything, and gnawed on the last piece of chicken leg.

He Dong's heart was in turmoil.

After Wu Hanfeng finished eating, he wiped the oil off his hands and said, "I'm not running anymore, I'll rest for ten minutes."

"call--"

He Dong let out a long breath, as if he had been granted a pardon.

He lay down on the ground, too tired to even move a finger.

"This really saved my life..."

"Squad Leader Wu, you...you really are like my brother..."

"I'm really about to die."

It seems that Brother Feng is all bark and no bite, and still cares about me.

Sudden.

Footsteps approached.

Zhou Haibo and Liu Yang strolled over.

He heard that Wu Hanfeng was running ten kilometers with the new recruits and almost killed them, so he rushed over to see what was going on as soon as his training ended.

"Hey, isn't this He Sanjun?" Liu Yang saw He Dong lying paralyzed on the ground.

He joked with a smile.

He Dong kept his eyes closed and didn't speak.

He poked people's arms and faces.

"What happened to He Sanjun? He ran ten kilometers and then passed out?"

"Sigh, it seems the physical fitness of the military police isn't all that great. If they encounter a soldier breaking the rules, you'll have to give him the green light."

Liu Yang laughed as he spoke.

Zhou Haibo stood to the side with his arms crossed and joked, "What do you know? This is just a disciplinary inspection cadre coming to the grassroots to experience life."

"They're very down-to-earth and deliberately run slower to avoid putting psychological pressure on the new recruits."

"I see," Liu Yang agreed earnestly.

The two of them suppressed their laughter and chatted back and forth for a long time.

He Dong's face turned bright red, whether from the heat or embarrassment, it was hard to tell.

He stood up to save face, but his legs gave way and he fell to the ground again.

He quickly did two stretching exercises and pretended nothing had happened.

He stubbornly argued, "What do you know? I'm just warming up! Don't you understand what warming up is?"

He said with bright eyes, "Squad Leader Wu is right. As long as I follow his scientific training, I can make progress step by step."

"I'll get used to it in a few days. Running 10 kilometers will be a piece of cake... cough cough cough."

His eyes, however, were filled with admiration for Wu Hanfeng.

He believed everything Wu Hanfeng said.

He knew that his skills were indeed lacking, but as long as he trained hard with Deputy Squad Leader Wu, he would surely achieve great things in time!

Moreover, it will definitely leave that grandson of Li Pengfei far behind!

"Alright," Liu Yang chuckled. "Then we'll wait for the day you, He Sanjun, can scale walls and leap across rooftops."

After making sarcastic remarks, the two left: "If you ever come after me, I'll definitely open the door and give you a warm welcome."

Qian Kun handed him a bottle of water and said in a tone of someone who had been through it all, "Brother Dong, when we first ran this route, we had it even worse than you."

"I ran for half the distance, then hugged a tree and threw up. After throwing up, I ran again, and then threw up again."

"Stop trying to glorify yourself," Ma Teng bluntly retorted. "Which half? You threw up after three kilometers."

"Brother Dong, you have no idea that Sun Dawei was a fat guy back then..."

The group started teasing each other, laughing and joking, and ten minutes flew by.

"Alright, it's time to gather."

He Dong's mood, which had just relaxed, became serious again.

He stood up slowly, his legs feeling like they were made of lead, unable to move at all.

But then they saw Wu Hanfeng pointing to the 400-meter synthetic track in the distance.

He Dong felt as if he were drenched in cold sweat.

"Squad leader! Didn't you just say you couldn't run the 400-meter obstacle course?"

He really can't escape!

If he keeps running, he'll definitely die here!

Wu Hanfeng shrugged and said, "Yeah, no obstacle courses. Just the 400-meter race, flat road, no railings or potholes."

"It's not difficult."

Also.

He Dong's anxiety subsided once again.

That's alright. I've already run ten kilometers, so another four hundred meters won't make a difference.

"But..." Wu Hanfeng changed the subject, and He Dong's heart jumped into his throat again.

"Let's try something new."

"The rules are simple: the five of you run together, and the first one to reach the finish line in each lap advances and goes to rest."

"The remaining four people will run a second lap. The first one to reach the finish line this time will advance, and so on, until the last one finishes."

"It's not too difficult, but if you're unlucky, you'll have to make five trips."

The entire room fell silent.

He Dong's brain had short-circuited; he could only remember one sentence: "Run five times."

Is this specifically targeted at me?

He looked at the four men in the special operations squad, each of them looking excited and eager to try.

Looking at myself, my trouser legs were shaking as if I had stepped on an electric shock.

Even if I rode on a whirlwind, I might not be able to beat them.

Isn't this just blatant bullying of newcomers?

"Deputy squad leader, this isn't fair! They've been training with you for five months, and this is only my first day..."

He Dong's words were interrupted seriously by Wu Hanfeng.

"Run if you can."

"If you can't run anymore, go back to your military police unit. You're a dignified military police assistant, and you're crying and complaining about this little bit of physical fitness. I'll be ashamed of you when you go out on duty in the future."

Wu Hanfeng's words immediately struck a chord with He Dong.

He Dong clenched his fist.

As an assistant to the military police, I cannot betray this uniform!

He gritted his teeth and made a tough decision.

"Run! I can manage five runs, ten runs too!"