I enlisted four times! My former unit blacklisted me.

Wu Hanfeng silently brought up the system panel in his mind.

[Current Host Status]

Stamina: 32%

[Muscle Load: Danger Zone]

[Limit Breakthrough Progress: 70%]

Seventy percent.

Thirty percent away from the final breakthrough!

He glanced behind him again.

Zhao Yihang and Qian Kun supported Hao Qiang on either side, their breathing completely disordered and their steps noticeably heavy.

They were carrying at least five kilograms more weight than Hao Qiang, and after running three laps while being pulled and dragged, their physical exertion was almost twice as fast as normal.

[Zhao Yihang: Breakthrough progress 91%]

[Qian Kun: Breakthrough progress 88%]

[Ma Teng: Breakthrough progress 87%]

[Sun Dawei: Breakthrough progress 89%]

They're all less than 10 percent away.

Let's look at Hao Qiang again—

[Hao Qiang: Breakthrough progress 96%]

Wu Hanfeng raised an eyebrow slightly.

Ninety-six.

Only four points away.

"Brother Feng...I...I'm about to die..."

Hao Qiang's voice drifted from behind.

Wu Hanfeng glanced back.

Hao Qiang was so weak he was like a lump of mud, his legs moving forward mechanically, supported only by Zhao Yihang and Qian Kun's arms.

His face was frighteningly pale, his lips were completely bloodless, his eyes were half-open and half-closed, and his pupils were already somewhat dilated.

"System, what are Hao Qiang's vital signs?" Wu Hanfeng asked in his mind.

[Ding! Hao Qiang's current heart rate: 173 beats/min, blood oxygen saturation: 94%, blood pressure: 85/52 mmHg.]

[In a state of extreme fatigue, but not yet in danger zone.]

If the current exercise intensity is maintained, it is expected that the maximum breakthrough will be achieved within 1.2 kilometers.

[Breakthrough method: Temporary loss of consciousness, commonly known as "dizziness from running".]

I got dizzy from running.

really.

Wu Hanfeng sighed inwardly.

To be honest, he had already fainted three times and almost fainted once, so he had long since stopped taking it seriously.

But he knew that for someone who had never experienced dizziness from running, it was a terrible feeling.

Wu Hanfeng looked at Zhao Yihang and Qian Kun: "You two, hang in there a little longer."

"Hao Qiang, listen up!" Wu Hanfeng shouted at Hao Qiang, "You have four hundred meters left. For these four hundred meters, close your eyes and don't think about anything."

"Just follow my footsteps."

"I step with my left foot, you step with your left foot. I step with my right foot, you step with your right foot."

"Don't worry about anything else, I'll hold the sky up even if it falls."

Hao Qiang was about to lose consciousness.

But Wu Hanfeng's voice was like a rope, firmly binding his last shred of consciousness.

He closed his eyes, and everything went black.

All that could be heard was my own heavy breathing.

Snap, snap, snap, snap—

He found himself unconsciously following the rhythm and moving forward.

Left foot.

Right foot.

Left foot.

Right foot.

The world has become so quiet.

The shouts, cheers, and panting all faded away.

Only the sound of footsteps remained, like a drumbeat, striking again and again in the darkness.

He didn't know how far he had run.

I don't know how much longer I can hold on.

All he remembered was the sound of footsteps, always ahead, steady and unhurried, like a road that would never end.

Three hundred meters.

Two hundred meters.

One hundred meters.

Fifty meters...

Wu Hanfeng scanned Hao Qiang's data in his mind again.

[Hao Qiang: Breakthrough progress 98%...99%...]

The last ten meters.

The last meter.

finally--

【Ding! 】

Hao Qiang has successfully achieved his breakthrough! Breakthrough progress is 100% complete!

[Breakthrough method: Brief loss of consciousness, fatigue-induced syncope. Vital signs are stable, no immediate danger to life.]

Almost simultaneously, Hao Qiang's body lurched forward like a puppet with its strings cut, collapsing limply onto the track.

Zhao Yihang and Qian Kun reacted quickly, reaching out simultaneously—one grabbing his arm and the other his waist—to catch Hao Qiang and prevent him from crashing face-first onto the track.

"Brother Feng! Brother Qiang has fainted!" Zhao Yihang said urgently.

Wu Hanfeng suddenly stopped, turned around, and quickly walked up to Hao Qiang.

He grabbed Hao Qiang's right wrist and placed two fingers on his pulse.

Meanwhile, the system radar in my mind has provided detailed data—heart rate, blood pressure, respiratory rate, and blood oxygen saturation, all within safe limits.

I just got dizzy from running.

I was completely exhausted.

Wu Hanfeng breathed a sigh of relief and patted Hao Qiang's face: "It's okay, you looked just like me when I first got dizzy from running."

He looked up at the medics who were running quickly toward him from the side of the track.

Even before the third lap began, Qin Gang had ordered the medical team to stand by the track.

At that moment, two medics carrying a stretcher and another carrying a first-aid kit were scrambling and crawling toward this side.

"Hao Qiang!" Liu Zhen rushed over, his face even paler than Hao Qiang's. "How are you? Are you alright? Wake up! Wake up!"

He slapped Hao Qiang's cheek hard, making a loud slapping sound, like slapping someone's face.

Hao Qiang's eyes were tightly closed, but the corners of his mouth turned up slightly, an expression exactly the same as Wu Hanfeng's when he was dizzy from running.

Liu Zhen was so frightened he almost fell to the ground: "He's laughing! He's passed out, how can he still be laughing? What's wrong with him?!"

Cao Meng squeezed through from behind and gasped when he saw what was happening: "Holy crap! That laugh is like...like he's having a wet dream..."

The students in the regular classes stopped waddling and started craning their necks to look this way.

"Hao Qiang has fallen!"

"Holy crap! He really passed out!"

"I ran thirteen kilometers! With such a heavy load and at such a fast pace! It would be a miracle if I didn't get dizzy!"

"Get it to the medical team right away! What are you waiting for?!"

The medics quickly lifted Hao Qiang onto a stretcher, secured him with straps, and put an oxygen mask on him.

"Make way! Make way!" the lead medic shouted as he cleared a path. "Don't crowd so close, keep the air circulating!"

Qin Gang grabbed the medic: "What happened? Is he in mortal danger?"

"Our initial examination suggests it's fatigue-induced fainting. The pulse is rapid but strong, breathing is shallow, and there's no immediate danger to life."

"However, the specific situation can only be determined after further examination by the medical team."

Hearing the words "no danger to his life," Qin Gang's heart, which had been hanging in suspense, finally felt half relieved.

He turned to look at Wu Hanfeng on the track, his eyes practically spitting fire.

"Wu Hanfeng! Look what you've done! What were you doing, sending someone to the morgue? Sending them to the morgue, and now you've sent them to the medical ward! Do you know how much effort I put in last night..."

He was halfway through his sentence when he suddenly realized something was wrong and quickly stopped.

How much effort did it take to write this self-criticism?

I almost let it slip.

I can't talk about being forced to write a self-criticism by that bastard disciplinary officer last night in public!

If word gets out, how will he, as the battalion commander, lead his troops?!

"So, you still want me to go to the division headquarters for another checkup, don't you?"

Wu Hanfeng said, breathing heavily:

"Captain Qin, Hao Qiang is fine. He just got dizzy from running. Several of us have gotten dizzy before; it's standard procedure."

"Standard procedure?" Qin Gang's eyes nearly popped out of their sockets. "You're saying getting dizzy from running is standard procedure?"