I enlisted four times! My former unit blacklisted me.

Wu Hanfeng nodded: "At least you have some backbone."

"Ready, go!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the five of them rushed out at the same time.

He Dong gritted his teeth, determined to save face rather than fight for a steamed bun.

Could I really be stumped by these things?

I've already run 10 kilometers, what's another 400 meters?

Go for it!

But after sprinting a hundred meters, he realized something was wrong.

His body had indeed reached its limit; his lungs were burning and stinging, and his breath smelled of blood.

His legs grew heavier with each step.

He watched helplessly as Zhao Yihang easily ran to the front, and as they approached the finish line, Zhao Yihang was already about twenty meters ahead of him.

He crossed the finish line with ease, without even catching his breath.

"Zhao Yihang advanced in the first round."

With a victor's air, Zhao Yihang walked to the shade of a tree to rest.

The remaining four prepared for the second trip.

However, He Dong's physical strength was declining with each attempt.

"Ma Teng advanced in the second round."

He Dongnen could clearly feel a tearing pain in his thigh muscles with every step he took, but he still gritted his teeth and persevered.

"Sun Dawei advanced in the third round."

At this point, only Qian Kun and He Dong remained on the field.

Looking at He Dong, who seemed utterly despondent, Qian Kun hesitated and said, "I'm sorry, brother, I really don't want to make a fifth trip."

He Dong took a deep breath and said, "Bring it on, I'm not much worse than you."

I really don't believe in superstition.

He didn't believe he had absolutely no chance of winning!

"Fourth trip, run—"

At his command, He Dong exerted all his strength.

He had only one thought in his mind: to give it his all, to give it his all!

He has to surpass Qian Kun, otherwise he'll have to make another trip, and he can't afford to lose face like that.

Perhaps the heavens truly heard his call, for he indeed held the upper hand for the first two hundred meters.

But about 200 meters later, he suddenly twisted his ankle.

This put him at a disadvantage, and Qian Kun seized the opportunity to accelerate suddenly, widening the gap between the two. Qian Kun reached the finish line first.

It's such a pity for He Dong; he was just a little bit short, only five meters away!

"Qian Kun advanced in the fourth round."

Zhao Yihang, Ma Teng, and Sun Dawei, who were standing nearby, started making a fuss.

"Go, Dong-ge!"

"You can do it, believe in yourself."

"Dong-ge, if you finish this 500 meters, you'll have surpassed yourself!"

Damn it, He Dong felt like crying.

On the last trip, I had to run it alone, like a clown jumping around.

He looked at Wu Hanfeng with a wronged expression: "Squad leader, look at me, I'm all alone. I think we should just forget about it..."

"That won't do." Wu Hanfeng said seriously, "One thing at a time, rules are rules."

"Besides, this time it's just you on your own, there's no competition, so you can relax as much as you want, it doesn't matter how fast or slow you run."

"No way!" He Dong was on the verge of tears.

"Deputy squad leader, please have some decency!"

Wu Hanfeng raised his chin and said, "Hurry up."

He Dong stood at the starting line with a sigh. He had complained about Wu Hanfeng a hundred times in his mind, but in reality he was still very respectful.

He took a deep breath.

Fight!

"run!"

He Dong could no longer feel the existence of his legs; he felt that his legs were completely driven by nerves as a conditioned reflex.

He felt as if he were walking on cotton.

He persevered to the end purely through sheer willpower.

He was inwardly wailing.

Were you sure you weren't just kicked in the head by a donkey back then?

Why did they have to come to the special operations squad?

Have they had enough of the good life as disciplinary officers? Why do they have to come here to suffer?

Is it absolutely necessary to have these three military police?

It seems like it's okay not to do it.

Is that bit of glory really more important than my own life?

Although a whole host of thoughts flashed through his mind like a revolving lantern, all he could see was this destination.

He ran until his vision blurred, but then he heard Wu Hanfeng shouting at the finish line, "Hurry up! Haven't you eaten? Stop dawdling!"

He Dong gritted his teeth and charged forward, but he fell to the finish line in his last two steps.

He lost his footing and fell to the ground.

He had never trained so intensely in his life, and this was a first for him in the army.

Zhao Yihang happily handed him a bottle of water.

"Dong-ge is awesome! His skills are quite impressive."

Qian Kun fanned him with the brim of his hat.

"Dong-ge is really awesome, you're much better than us."

"Wow, that's awesome! That's amazing, he'll definitely be the second toughest guy in our special operations squad from now on."

He Dong listened to their words and didn't even have the strength to speak.

He could only hum a few words through his throat.

Wu Hanfeng walked over and kicked his training shoes.

"Not bad, I didn't embarrass myself."

"I'll tell the cooks tonight that they'll add two eggs for you and serve you a bowl of pork rib soup to help you recover."

Is this for real?

He Dong's eyes lit up instantly.

Pork rib soup is like an adrenaline injection into your body.

"Deputy squad leader, you'll keep your word, won't you?"

"How could it be fake?"

The others laughed.

Liu Yang and Zhou Haibo had wandered back at some point.

"Look at you, so easily bribed with a little food?"

"Weren't you just being pretty tough? Shouting slogans and talking about principles." Liu Yang laughed so hard he almost fell over.

"What do you know!" He Dong puffed out his chest and raised his head, looking proud.

"What matters is never what I eat, but the squad leader's recognition of me! Recognition is much more important than pork rib soup."

He Dong glanced at Wu Hanfeng, and seeing that Wu Hanfeng didn't react much, it seemed that he had tacitly agreed.

I felt even happier immediately. A little tiredness and hardship didn't matter at all; it was all worth it!

Zhou Haibo joked, "Food isn't important, right? Then don't eat!"

He Dong immediately became anxious: "That won't do. I have to listen to the deputy squad leader. What you say doesn't count."

Zhou Haibo shook his head with a smile, and said to Wu Hanfeng with a helpless expression, "It still has to be you, Wu Hanfeng, one slap followed by a sweet treat."

"You're really good at leading troops; no wonder everyone is so devoted to you."

"If you don't explain it, how come everyone can unleash their potential here? What tricks did you use?"

Wu Hanfeng raised an eyebrow but remained silent.

She walked over to He Dong and gently nudged him.

"Alright, stop lying on your stomach. You just did some strenuous exercise; are you trying to get varicose veins by lying down like that?"

"Get a good rest tonight. Today was just a warm-up. Formal training starts tomorrow."

"Our special operations squad has a high intensity. We assemble at 5:30 in the morning, do a 5-kilometer armed run as a warm-up, followed by tactical training, a 400-meter obstacle course, and so on."

what?

He was on the verge of a breakdown.

He Dong was utterly despondent.

Meet at 5:30?

A 5km warm-up with full gear?

Is there tactical training afterwards?

Are they going to include the 400-meter obstacle course too?

Can these words be put together?

This is almost a week's worth of his training.

He began to condemn himself for the umpteenth time for wanting to join the special operations squad, wondering if he had a death wish.

God!

Following Squad Leader Wu, my good days are completely over!