I enlisted four times! My former unit blacklisted me.

Wu Hanfeng shouted, "If you want to die, you have to finish the run first. Soldiers die standing, not lying down to live!"

Upon hearing this, the students in the regular class who were watching in stunned silence all gasped in shock.

"Who is this person? They have the energy to reason after running ten kilometers?"

"What kind of logic is that? That's absurd! What does dying standing up or living lying down have to do with running!"

"But I saw Hao Qiang, who was about to fall, actually take two more steps after hearing those words..."

That's called a final burst of energy before death.

"No, no, no, I think he's angry. Didn't you see? His eyes were red, like he was about to bite someone."

"Even a rabbit will bite when cornered, but more often than not, it will just lie down and give up."

"But the rabbit isn't lying down..."

"That means this rabbit's brain has been warped by those lunatics."

Whether provoked by Wu Hanfeng's words or not, Hao Qiang gritted his teeth, took off running, and stumbled along with Zhao Yihang and Qian Kun.

Although his posture was like that of someone who was drunk, his legs were weak and his body was floating.

But it is indeed running.

Qin Gang stood at the finish line, his eyes fixed on those figures.

When they finished the 400-meter race and reappeared at the finish line, before he could even say a word, Wu Hanfeng shouted again:

"One lap isn't enough! Good things come in pairs! We'll give you another lap!"

"???"

The entire venue fell silent for a second.

Immediately afterwards, the more than one hundred people in the regular class who had already finished running and were walking like ducks on the periphery erupted in uproar.

"Again? Are they crazy?"

"It's already over ten kilometers! Do we have to add more?"

"Oh no, my legs are weak, watching them run made my legs go weak..."

"I ran five kilometers carrying 15 kilograms, and now I can barely walk like a duck. They carried over 25 kilograms, ran ten kilometers, and want to do another lap? Are they carrying nitrogen accelerators instead of bricks?"

"I suspect they cheated! I'm going to check their backpacks later!"

"No need to wait any longer. Captain Liu personally checked it just now, and not a single brick is missing. There were also mineral water bottles and sandbags inside!"

…………

"Captain, should I... go and stop them?" Cao Meng asked.

"Stop him?" Qin Gang turned to look at him, sneer, "Can you stop him? That kid even dared to arrest me. If you go and try to stop him, his next line will be 'I'll give you three laps!' Do you believe me?"

Cao Meng shrank his neck.

Qin Gang watched the figures receding into the distance on the track: "I'm going to see how many laps they can get there!"

However, what happened next was even more devastating.

When Wu Hanfeng led the group to complete the second lap and reappeared at the finish line, he grinned at Qin Gang and the others.

"Captain! Our elite squad's motto is: the more we run, the deeper our bonds grow!"

"These two laps made us feel much better!"

"But we feel that just sending rings isn't enough; we also need to send a little something extra—"

"So, we'll do one more round to make it a round number! We wish you and all the team captains and squad leaders continued success in your training!"

After saying that, he turned around again, leading the nearly disorganized team behind him, and rushed out again.

Qin Gang was so angry that he was trembling all over.

Where is Song Yizhou?

"Captain, I'm here." Song Yizhou squeezed out from behind the crowd.

"Go! Call the medical team! Tell the medical staff to prepare stretchers and oxygen cylinders!"

"Huh?" Song Yizhou was taken aback.

"What are you yelling about! Didn't you see that soldier over there who's about to collapse?" Qin Gang pointed at Hao Qiang, who was being carried along the track. "Hao Qiang! His face is as white as paper! After two more laps, do you believe he'll roll his eyes back?"

Song Yizhou looked up and saw Hao Qiang being dragged away, sprawled out on his back.

It's less like he was running and more like he was floating—his legs barely touched the ground.

With Zhao Yihang and Qian Kun supporting him on either side, and Ma Teng and Sun Dawei pushing from behind, they managed to lift him forward.

"This...this isn't running, these are five people carrying supplies..." Song Yizhou muttered subconsciously.

"Forget about whether he runs away or moves! Go make a call!"

"yes!"

Song Yizhou turned and ran, but after taking two steps he turned back.

"Captain, should we...should we have two more medics wait at the finish line with stretchers?"

"Nonsense! Tell them to bring everything they can! Glucose, saline solution, Huoxiang Zhengqi Water (a traditional Chinese medicine for relieving chest congestion), quick-acting heart medicine..."

"Quick-acting heart medicine?" Song Yizhou looked troubled. "Um... the medical team doesn't seem to have any..."

"Then borrow them from the division's medical team! If you can't borrow them, buy them! In short, get them ready for me!"

After Qin Gang finished yelling, he realized he had lost his composure.

He took a deep breath and tried to make his expression return to normal.

But when he looked at the track again, his breath hitched up again.

Wu Hanfeng still hasn't stopped!

On the track, Zhao Yihang and Qian Kun were now running backwards, each carrying a strap of Hao Qiang's backpack, their faces flushed red.

Ma Teng and Sun Dawei simply each took one side of Hao Qiang's arms and draped them around their necks, half-carrying him as they ran.

"I...I said...please...let me go..." Hao Qiang gasped weakly, "I...really...can't take it anymore..."

"Brother Qiang! Don't give up! We're almost there!" Zhao Yihang's voice was hoarse and his legs were getting weak. After all, they were carrying much more weight than Hao Qiang.

"That's right! Brother Qiang! The number thirteen is so auspicious!" Qian Kun grinned and encouraged him, "Thirteen Spices! Ever heard of it! After running this lap, you'll be Thirteen Spices Brother Qiang!"

Hao Qiang didn't even have the strength to roll his eyes.

He was screaming internally: I fucking don't want Thirteen Spices! I fucking want to lie down! I want to drink Coke! I want to go back to the Third Regiment!

Outside the playground, the duck-walking formation had all come to a standstill.

It wasn't the class monitor who called a halt; everyone was just stunned.

They were all half-squatting there, heads tilted back, mouths agape, drool practically dripping down their faces.

"Good heavens, I'm just speechless. These five people carried one person and ran almost two kilometers?"

"Is this some kind of battlefield medic training? Or armed cross-country running and combat casualty transport?"

"When I was in basic training, my squad leader said, 'Never abandon or give up on the battlefield.' Today, I've witnessed it firsthand..."

"But Hao Qiang doesn't seem to be a wounded soldier; he just can't run anymore..."

"That's even more ruthless! Imagine, you can't run anymore, but four brothers will carry you until you finish! Isn't that a greater test of willpower than transporting combat wounded?"

"What kind of willpower is this? It's purely out of desperation! Judging from Hao Qiang's expression, he's even contemplating suicide!"

"Sigh, being born into the top class, fate is beyond my control..."