I enlisted four times! My former unit blacklisted me.

On the system panel, the progress bars for the four people seemed to be pushed upwards by an invisible hand.

[Zhao Yihang: Breakthrough progress 96%...97%...98%...]

[Qian Kun: Breakthrough progress 95%...96%...97%...]

[Ma Teng: Breakthrough progress 94%...96%...98%...]

[Sun Dawei: Breakthrough progress 95%...97%...99%...]

As Wu Hanfeng ran, he mentally counted his four brothers.

almost.

It's almost done.

Sun Dawei is the fastest.

This kid has always been the most resilient since the special operations squad. His ruthlessness is stronger than the other three combined.

When he first fainted from running, he was the last to faint, but also the first to wake up.

Wu Hanfeng always felt that Sun Dawei, though seemingly simple-minded, was actually more stubborn than anyone else at heart.

Although Zhao Yihang is still the strongest, he is still no match for Sun Dawei in this respect!

"ah--!"

Sun Dawei's voice was already hoarse; his roar sounded as hoarse as a broken gong, but the ferocity within it was even stronger.

His strides grew longer and longer, and his body leaned forward so much that it almost touched the ground.

The two legs moved at a speed that was difficult to detect with the naked eye, each step seemingly trying to stomp a hole in the cinder track beneath their feet.

[Sun Dawei: Breakthrough progress 100%!]

[Breakthrough method: Fatigue-induced syncope. Vital signs are stable, no life-threatening danger.]

Almost at the same instant the system notification sounded, Sun Dawei's body jerked violently, and then, as if his spine had been pulled out from behind, he collapsed forward limply.

"David!"

Zhao Yihang was only two steps away from him. In his dazed state, he watched as Sun Dawei collapsed to the ground, but he was too weak to help him up.

Sun Dawei crashed face down onto the track, and the coal dust he kicked up covered Zhao Yihang's trouser leg.

He lay there, his backpack bobbing up and down with his body.

His eyes were closed, the corners of his mouth were turned up, and his face had that enigmatic smile that comes with pushing one's limits.

His expression was exactly the same as Wu Hanfeng's when he first got dizzy from running.

"Hehe..." Sun Dawei had clearly lost consciousness, but he still let out a muffled, silly laugh.

Wu Hanfeng turned back from the front, squeezed into the crowd, and grabbed Sun Dawei's wrist.

A few seconds later, he breathed a sigh of relief and gently patted Sun Dawei's grinning face.

"It's nothing, I just got dizzy from running. It's standard procedure."

Then he stood up and waved to the medic who was sprinting towards him from the side of the track: "Over here! Another one's down! Don't worry, take your time, he's fine!"

Qin Gang stood by the track, watching the stretcher being carried over and Sun Dawei being put on it. He felt terrible.

"The second one..."

Liu Zhen swallowed hard and said with difficulty, "Captain... I... I'm a little flustered."

"What's the panic!" Qin Gang roared. "He's not dead yet!"

Cao Meng whispered, "But they've all fainted... If they keep fainting... our training team might break a record today..."

The veins on Qin Gang's forehead throbbed merrily.

He certainly knew he had to break records.

In all the years that the training team has been established, when have we ever seen two trainees faint from exhaustion in a single day?

And this is just the beginning!

There are four more reckless guys running behind them!

"Has the medical team's vehicle returned yet?" Qin Gang roared.

"We're back! We're back! We're already waiting by the runway!" Liu Zhen quickly replied.

"Where are the oxygen cylinders? The glucose? Are there enough stretchers?!"

"That's enough! We brought everything we could!"

Qin Gang was about to say something when his pupils suddenly contracted.

Just as they were talking, another figure on the track began to sway.

It's Zhao Yihang.

Zhao Yihang had the best endurance among the four, so his limit came a little later than Sun Dawei's.

But he can't hold on any longer.

"Brother Feng... I... I feel so dizzy..."

Zhao Yihang's voice was so soft it sounded like it was drifting from a great distance.

He was running, but he felt like his legs no longer belonged to him.

My whole body felt like it was floating in water, light and airy, and I couldn't muster any strength.

[Ding! Zhao Yihang: Breakthrough progress 100%!]

[Breakthrough method: Fatigue-induced syncope. Vital signs are stable, no life-threatening danger.]

This time, Wu Hanfeng was well-prepared.

He darted forward and grabbed Zhao Yihang's arm before he fell to the ground.

But Zhao Yihang was already limp as a lump of mud, so Wu Hanfeng could only gently lay him flat on the track in the direction he had fallen.

Zhao Yihang's eyes were tightly closed, and the smile on his lips was even more pronounced than Sun Dawei's.

"Brother Feng... braised pork... save me two pieces..." Zhao Yihang mumbled incoherently, then fell silent completely.

Wu Hanfeng, both amused and exasperated, slapped him on the forehead: "You fucking had a pretty good dream."

He checked Zhao Yihang's pulse again, and after confirming that he was alright, he rushed to the side of the track and waved again: "Third one! Come and carry him!"

Qin Gang was speechless.

The third.

This is the third one!

He watched as the medics ran over, lifted Zhao Yihang onto a stretcher, and jogged towards the medical team's vehicle.

He felt his legs were a little weak.

Liu Zhen's face had turned pale, even paler than the three unconscious men on the stretcher.

He instinctively grabbed Qin Gang's arm.

"Captain... what do we do... what if someone dies...?"

"Shut up!" Qin Gang roared. "What do you mean someone died! He just got dizzy from running! He'll be fine after a rest! What do you mean someone died! If you keep talking nonsense, I'll send you to the medical team!"

Liu Zhen shrank back, not daring to utter another word.

But Qin Gang's heart was also sinking.

He knew better than anyone that this level of overtraining, while not necessarily fatal, could be dangerous.

After all, given the intensity of the training in the training team, it's normal for one or two students to faint each year.

But what if one of the soldiers has some underlying heart condition?

What if one of the soldiers had a pre-existing injury?

He hadn't had time to look at the medical examination reports of these trainees in detail yet.

If something unexpected happens, and he's labeled a non-combat casualty, then he'll really be out of military service for good.

He was about to order the rest of the trainees to stop training when he heard another muffled thud on the track.

the fourth.

It's Qian Kun.

Qian Kun's fall wasn't as dramatic as Sun Dawei's, nor as ceremonial as Zhao Yihang's.

He was running when suddenly his steps faltered, and then he leaned straight back, like a bamboo pole blown down by the wind, and slammed onto the track with a thud.

Wu Hanfeng ran over, expertly checked the pulse, expertly waved to the side of the track, and expertly shouted that phrase:

"The fourth one! Come and carry it!"

The medics on the sidelines were no longer scrambling around.

They've switched to jogging now, their faces showing a tired look that says, "Here we go again."

The two medics even started making bets.

"Just one more to make five."

"No, there are still two left. That private is probably coming soon. And that second-term sergeant, that guy is the worst, he might just end up with a big one."

"Are all trainees this reckless these days?"

"Shh...don't say that...Captain Qin's face is greener than our stretcher."

The medics quickly placed Qian Kun on the stretcher and wiped his mouth as they did so.

Before he fainted, Qian Kun was grinning foolishly, muttering incoherently, "Hehe...I...I broke through too...Brother Feng...I broke through..."