I enlisted four times! My former unit blacklisted me.

"Yeah," Zhao Yihang said, panting. "One shot, one night's sleep, and you can train as usual the next day. It's nothing serious."

"Nothing serious?" Liu Zhen felt his head buzzing. "You call this nothing serious?!"

"It's really nothing, squad leader." Qian Kun wiped the sweat from his face and said, "If you don't believe me, just wait and see tomorrow. Hao Qiang will be as lively as ever, even more energetic than he is now."

"Yes, maybe we can even break through a limit or something," Ma Teng chimed in.

The team leaders and squad leaders looked at each other in bewilderment.

When a soldier got dizzy from running, their reaction was "standard procedure" and "he'll wake up with a shot"?

Is this even something a human being would say?

"Don't worry." Wu Hanfeng glanced in the direction the medics had gone, then looked back at Qin Gang and Liu Zhen. "Captain Qin, Captain Liu, we haven't finished delivering the rings yet."

"What do you mean?" Qin Gang had a bad feeling.

"We just delivered three kilometers. That makes thirteen kilometers in total. What a great number, thirteen is just right!" Wu Hanfeng laughed. "Our elite team has decided to deliver another two kilometers, to make it a perfect fifteen, since the moon is fullest on the sixteenth!"

"What the hell?" Qin Gang wondered if he was hallucinating because he hadn't slept all night.

"Two more laps." Wu Hanfeng held up two fingers, making a "two" shape. "Fifteen kilometers. Wishing Captain Qin and all the team leaders and squad leaders a successful month and all things going smoothly!"

After saying that, he turned around and, with Zhao Yihang and the other three, stepped onto the track again in full view of everyone.

Qin Gang stood there, staring at the five figures behind him, feeling a throbbing vein in his temple that made him see stars.

"They... they still ran away?" Cao Meng's eyes widened.

"They've already covered thirteen kilometers! Hao Qiang has passed out! And they're still adding more laps?! Are these trainees or a suicide squad?!"

"That's not right," Han Song said in a deep voice. "I suspect they may have already passed out, and now their souls are wandering around."

The students in the regular classes on the playground were in an uproar.

"Holy crap! Hao Qiang's already fainted! And they still want to do extra training? Are they practically begging to keep Hao Qiang company?!"

"I'm convinced, I'm really convinced. I thought the elite class was just better in terms of physical fitness, but I didn't expect them to be so reckless."

"I'm even starting to suspect that they were sent by the Third Regiment to deliberately sabotage our training team..."

"The Third Regiment sent five soldiers to disrupt the training unit's territory? Impossible! What are they after?"

"Just for the fun of it! Didn't you see how green Captain Qin's face turned!"

"Stop talking, my legs are weak... I felt weak just watching them run... Am I going to faint too...?"

"You better stand still! The other person is still running, and you, the spectator, are already dizzy? Is that even acceptable?!"

Hao Qiang was carried away by the medics.

The stretcher swayed as it crossed the parade ground and disappeared down the cinder road leading to the camp's medical team.

Qin Gang stood by the track, his face as black as the bottom of a pot.

"Captain..." Liu Zhen said worriedly, "What should we do? Just let them keep running? Hao Qiang has already fainted. If a few more faint, where will our training team's reputation be?"

Qin Gang pursed his lips and remained silent.

Liu Zhen panicked: "Captain, say something! If we keep running like this, the remaining five will definitely collapse too!"

"You saw it yourself, Hao Qiang's face was as white as a sheet! If something really happened, the division commander would blame us—"

"Then tell me how to stop him?" Qin Gang whirled around, growling, "The whole team of over a hundred is watching! He's running, and you're going to go and stop him?"

"Aren't you discouraging the trainees' enthusiasm for training? What will others think of you? This is a training battalion, not a regular company!"

"They're here to get stronger! If you stop them, the other classes will think we're afraid to train, that we can't handle it! How are we supposed to train them then?"

Liu Zhen shrank back; there was some truth to that.

Qin Gang took a deep breath, trying to calm his tone: "Wait a little longer. They're human too. They've already run thirteen kilometers, and Hao Qiang is already dizzy. The rest of them must have reached their limit too."

"They'll have to stop on their own after one or two more laps at most."

"But they don't look like they're going to stop."

Qin Gang: "..."

He squinted, looking at the five figures still running on the track.

Wu Hanfeng led the way, with Zhao Yihang and Qian Kunyi on the left and right behind him, while Ma Teng and Sun Dawei followed a little behind.

The five of them were a little unsteady on their feet, but they were still running, and at a considerable speed.

"These guys..." Qin Gang muttered, "Just who are they?"

"Captain," Cao Meng walked over with a complicated expression, "I have a bold guess."

"explain."

"Did they... take some kind of drug? Because they knew we were going to train them today, so..."

Qin Gang glared at him: "You think you're questioning doping tests? This is the military! A bunch of soldiers training! Who would do drugs to run for no reason?"

"How do they explain this? I've been a soldier for so many years, and I've never seen anyone run thirteen kilometers carrying over forty kilograms of weight and still be able to accelerate!"

"Look at them now, their speed is about the same as when they first ran five kilometers! Is that reasonable?"

Qin Gang remained silent.

unreasonable.

That's definitely unreasonable.

But no matter how unreasonable it is, he still has to watch it.

Because he was the battalion commander, the highest-ranking officer on this training ground.

He cannot act rashly.

"Let's wait and see," Qin Gang said through gritted teeth. "They definitely won't last much longer."

On the runway.

Wu Hanfeng glanced at the system panel in his mind.

[Current Host Status]

Stamina: 27%

[Muscle Load: Danger Zone]

[Limit Breakthrough Progress: 73%]

73 percent.

There are still 27 percent left.

According to the system prompts, the fifth time breaking through the limit was different from the previous four times.

His body, after being enhanced by two bottles of physique-enhancing liquid, is now vastly different from what it was before.

The difficulty of getting dizzy from running is much higher than before.

He got dizzy from running during his first three breakthroughs.

The fourth time, he didn't faint.

The fifth time, he himself didn't know if he would faint.

But no matter what, he had to push himself to that critical point.

"Brothers."

Wu Hanfeng looked at Zhao Yihang and the other three:

"Our elite class was just established today, and someone has already fallen."

"Hao Qiang has already been carried away. Do you think that's fair enough?"

"Not enough!" Zhao Yihang shouted, panting heavily.

"Shouldn't we earn back the reputation of our top class ourselves?" Wu Hanfeng asked again.

"yes!"

"Do you want to push your limits?!"

The four of them were all taken aback.

Immediately afterwards, all four pairs of eyes lit up.

It was a light that bordered on fanaticism.

It's like someone who's been starving for three days suddenly seeing a Manchu Han Imperial Feast.

It's like someone who has been walking in the desert for ten days suddenly hearing the sound of a spring.