I enlisted four times! My former unit blacklisted me.

The four squadron leaders, Liu Zhen, Cao Meng, Du Hong, and Han Song, had already taken their positions at the front of their respective teams.

Apart from Song Yizhou, He Yong, and Zhou Ming, who were absent, the other squad leaders all had stern faces, hands behind their backs, and an air of impartiality.

Upon closer inspection, it becomes clear that their eyes are bloodshot and they are not as energetic as they were yesterday.

Fortunately, it was still early, and the gaps between the lines were large enough that the students couldn't see the fatigue on their faces.

When Qin Gang's gaze swept over the first squad of the first company, his eyelids twitched violently.

Wu Hanfeng was standing in the ranks, his military posture so perfect that there was not a single flaw.

The brim of his hat was pulled down just right, his chin was slightly tucked in, his shoulders were back, his hands were pressed tightly against the seams of his trousers, his legs were straight, his heels were together, and his toes were spread apart at a 60-degree angle.

He looked like a sculpture.

No, are you even human?

Are you on drugs?

Why do you have so much energy?

He looked at Zhao Yihang next to Wu Hanfeng, and his expression became even more complicated.

This kid stood on the parade ground for most of the night last night, and he's still full of energy right now, his military posture is impeccable.

His slightly reddened eyes couldn't hide the eagerness in his eyes, and he didn't look tired at all.

Instead, it resembled a bayonet that had just been coated with gun oil, its cold gleam sharp, just waiting to be drawn.

Behind Zhao Yihang, Qian Kun, Ma Teng, and Sun Dawei were full of energy.

They all slept through the night and are in excellent physical condition.

Liu Zhen stood at the front of the line, his gaze sweeping over Wu Hanfeng and Zhao Yihang, his heart breaking.

Last night, he personally witnessed Zhao Yihang wandering around the playground with Wu Hanfeng for most of the night and even eating instant noodles.

He calculated that it was already past 2 a.m. when Zhao Yihang went back to sleep.

How can you be so energetic after sleeping for less than four hours?

Wu Hanfeng, a man who slept for most of the night sitting under a tree, was still able to maintain this mental state.

Is this kid made of iron?

Liu Zhen's teeth were practically grinding to powder.

Of the six people who were punished to write self-criticisms last night, he's the only one in the best condition now.

No, he wasn't the best either. He was just good at pretending.

Qin Gang, the captain, had a livid face and dark circles under his eyes, clearly indicating that he hadn't slept all night.

But he was the captain, standing tall and having a wide view, and the scar on his face added to his intimidating presence, so no one dared to give him a second glance.

Han Song and Du Hong were the only two squad leaders who were not caught by Wu Hanfeng last night.

The two men, full of energy and with rosy complexions, stood at the front of the line, looking ready to get down to business at any moment.

Han Song even smiled at the trainees below, a smile that seemed to indicate he was looking forward to a good show.

"You slept well last night?"

Han Song walked to the front of the line and glanced at everyone's faces: "Look at you all, you're all in good spirits."

"Good, good. Then take advantage of your good spirits and enjoy today's training."

"Because from today onwards, you have truly entered the training team."

These words immediately caused a stir in the queue.

The trainees below looked at each other, some of them turning pale.

Yesterday was just the registration day, and there was already a five-kilometer armed run and an emergency assembly. Is this what they mean by "not having truly entered the training team yet"?

How terrifying will it be starting today?

Qin Gang spoke.

His gaze swept across the faces of more than a hundred people.

Those eyes were as cold as ice crystals, and the person being stared at felt a chill run down their spine.

"Yesterday was just an appetizer." Qin Gang's voice was deep, carrying an aura of authority that commanded respect without being angry. "Today, the real training begins."

"I have something to tell you. What can truly transform you in the training camp is never those fancy subjects, but two words—physical fitness."

"In the future, you will be assigned to companies as squad leaders and key personnel, leading about ten soldiers under your command."

"If you yourselves aren't physically capable, how can you expect your soldiers to submit to you? Are you going to do it with just words?"

"Infantry, infantry, they rely on their two legs!"

"Armed cross-country running, hiking training, and mountain treks—none of them can be omitted!"

"So, starting today—'Three 5-kilometer runs in full gear every day, morning, noon, and evening! Not a single one can be missed!'"

"In addition, there will be three 400-meter obstacle courses every day, one in the morning, one at noon, and one in the evening! There will also be one tactical command lesson and one platoon/squad-level tactical command lesson for key personnel!"

"Interspersed with over a dozen subjects including shooting training, drill demonstrations, and regulations study!"

"A unified assessment will be held at the end of the month! Those who fail will have their training extended!"

"Train hard, all of you! Infantrymen's knees are meant to be worn down! Infantrymen's legs are meant to be worn out!"

The trainees below turned pale.

Three times a day, armed with five kilometers of foot?

That's fifteen kilometers!

Add in the 400-meter obstacle course, and running that thing once is more tiring than running three kilometers!

This is training people to the point of exhaustion!

"Report!" A voice suddenly rang out from the queue.

Qin Gang: "Speak."

The speaker was Zhao Peng from the Second Company, a top runner in the Second Regiment's five-kilometer race. Yesterday, he ran a remarkable 18 minutes and 20 seconds, ranking first in the entire event.

He hesitated for a moment, but still braced himself and asked, "Captain, I am Zhao Peng from the Second Company of the Second Regiment. My best time for the five-kilometer race is eighteen minutes and twenty seconds, and my best time for the four-hundred-meter obstacle course is one minute and fifty-two seconds."

"My question is, is the passing score for the training team a standard uniformly issued across the entire army, or is it set by our division itself?"

Qin Gang said coldly, "The standard for the entire army is nineteen points. Our training team uses this standard."

"You were selected from the best of your respective groups! Nineteen minutes is just the passing grade for you!"

"Want an excellent score? Under 18 minutes! Want to be a model student? 17 and a half minutes!"

Zhao Peng's expression changed, but he still mustered his courage and said, "Seventeen and a half minutes. I haven't seen many people in our division who can run that far."

"That's why I'm standing here," Qin Gang said. "You think you're something special just because you ran a race in 18 minutes and 20 seconds? You're even bragging about that?"

"To me, this result is barely above average! Believe it or not, I have someone under my wing who can run under seventeen minutes right now!"

Zhao Peng shrank back, not daring to speak again.

Qin Gang's gaze slowly swept across the entire room, his expression remaining unchanged.

But when his gaze swept over a certain spot in the first squad of the first company, his eyes paused for a fraction of a second.

Wu Hanfeng stood in the queue, still with his usual calm and unwavering demeanor.

But Qin Gang always felt that the corners of the kid's mouth seemed to turn up slightly.

That angle, that curve.

It's like saying: That's it?

Qin Gang clenched his fists behind his back and took a deep breath.

He knew he had laid the groundwork enough.

"Next, there is one more thing to announce."