I enlisted four times! My former unit blacklisted me.

"Captain...I...I can't go on..." Song Yizhou bent over, his hands on his knees, panting heavily.

"Keep chasing him, you bastard!" Qin Gang cursed as he ran, turning back to yell, "If he faints again, we're all wiped out today! There are six of them! All six trainees unconscious! If even one of them has an accident, we'll both have to take off our uniforms!"

"Then... why don't you have someone block both ends of the runway...?"

Qin Gang was taken aback.

Yes, blocking the runway opening.

But it's too late to realize it now.

Wu Hanfeng had already run to the northwest corner of the playground, where there was an exit that led directly to the main road of the training team.

He had clearly planned the route beforehand.

"Stop him! Don't let him get out!"

No sooner had Qin Gang finished speaking than he saw Wu Hanfeng suddenly change direction, turning sharply towards the playground exit like a rabbit.

At this point, all talk of encirclement and blockade became a joke.

A person carrying forty or fifty kilograms of equipment can run faster than a hunting dog; who can stop him?

"He ran away!" Liu Zhen exclaimed in surprise.

"Chase them! Chase them, you bastards!"

Qin Gang gritted his teeth and followed Wu Hanfeng out of the playground.

Then the whole scene became extremely absurd.

On the main road of the training team, Wu Hanfeng was running wildly ahead with a large backpack on his back.

"Captain Qin! I'm not trying to be mean, but you guys really need to work on your physical fitness! You can't even catch one person, how are you going to train your students?"

"Shut the hell up! Wait till I catch you, I'll break your legs!"

"Captain Qin, you can't say that! If your soldiers hear you, they'll think you're physically punishing the trainees!"

"Corporal punishment my foot! I'm saving your life!"

"Haha! I'm tough as nails! Just five percentage points away from breaking through! Keep it up, Captain Qin!"

"What?! Five percentage points?! Do you think this is some kind of marathon check-in challenge?!"

Qin Gang was so angry that he was dizzy and his words were becoming incoherent.

He's been a soldier for so many years, what kind of troublemakers hasn't he seen?

But this was the first time he had ever encountered someone like Wu Hanfeng, who deliberately sought out trouble and couldn't be stopped.

This isn't just a troublemaker; this is a deadly, living ancestor.

Liu Zhen followed behind him, also at his last gasp.

He's even worse off than Qin Gang. He was writing a self-criticism until almost dawn last night and didn't even have time for breakfast. Now he's been running around for so long.

He felt that he might just collapse like Hao Qiang at any moment.

"Captain... I need to... phew... I need to rest for a bit..." Liu Zhen said, about to stop.

"Stop resting my ass!" Qin Gang turned around, his eyes wide open. "If you rest, what if he disappears? Do you want a report to the whole division tomorrow? Or do you want the division commander to invite you for tea?!"

"But...but I really...can't run anymore..."

"Even if you can't run, you have to run! Even if you have to crawl, you have to crawl him back to me!"

Liu Zhen wanted to cry but had no tears.

What sins did I commit in my past life?

I've got this student on my hands.

No, I've been stuck with such a troublesome ancestor.

Song Yizhou had already fallen behind.

He leaned against the lamppost at the entrance of the playground, bent over, with his hands on his knees, panting heavily like a fish out of water.

He felt that it wasn't just a matter of his legs being weak; he felt like his soul was about to leave his body.

"Where's He Yong... Let He Yong... Huff... Let He Yong go after him..." Song Yizhou gasped for breath, waving to the several squad leaders passing by.

He Yong squeezed out of the crowd, looking miserable: "Squad Leader Song, I... I also squatted for half the night last night... My legs are still shaking..."

"Who...who isn't..." Song Yizhou looked up at Wu Hanfeng, who was running further and further away on the main road, and Qin Gang and Liu Zhen, who were struggling to catch up behind him, and muttered, "Who the hell is punishing whom here..."

Yeah, who the hell is punishing whom here?

They were supposed to push Wu Hanfeng to his limits with extra training, but now Wu Hanfeng has trained himself like a madman.

As it turned out, those chasing after him were actually the big shots from the training field.

Moreover, even these leaders couldn't catch up.

If someone who didn't know the situation saw this, they would think it was an instructor leading trainees in long-distance running practice.

Han Song and Du Hong also caught up from behind.

"Hurry and chase after him! We must stop him before he passes out!"

Du Hong and Han Song exchanged a glance, and without saying a word, they joined the chase.

Thus, the following peculiar scene appeared on the main road of the training corps:

A soldier in front of him, carrying a bulging backpack, was running very fast.

A group of officers and sergeants followed behind, all panting heavily.

The one in front is still shouting:

"Keep it up, leaders! We're almost there!"

"Hey, you can't run like that! Your breathing is all messed up! You need to take three steps in and three steps out!"

"Captain Liu! You seem a bit unsteady on your feet! Didn't you sleep well last night? Should we go to the infirmary?"

"Squad Leader Song! Don't lean against the tree! Get up and chase after them! Your stamina isn't even as good as Zhao Yihang's in our class!"

Song Yizhou leaned against the tree, feeling like he wanted to die.

Damn it, can you shut up?

The reason we can't catch you is because you're too damn fast!

Which student can carry 50 kilograms and run 15 kilometers while still mocking the instructor?

This is even more infuriating than killing someone out of their spirit!

"Wu Hanfeng!" Qin Gang roared with his last ounce of strength, "You...you listen to me...if you run again...I'll...I'll report to the division commander...and send you back to the Third Regiment!"

Upon hearing this, Wu Hanfeng laughed even harder: "Captain Qin, if you really can send me back to the Third Regiment, your division commander will definitely thank you with drums and gongs!"

Qin Gang: "..."

He was truly at his wit's end.

This Wu Hanfeng is completely unyielding, impervious to both soft and hard approaches, and damn well, he's so quick-witted he could give you a stand-up comedy routine on the spot.

What's even more infuriating is that he runs fast.

And it's the kind of fast where they chat with you while running.

Not only can you not catch up with him, but you also have to listen to his endless ramblings.

This is not only a physical crushing defeat, but also a mental torture.

"Han Song! Du Hong! You two go around from the left! Liu Zhen! You go with the right! I don't believe we can't stop him!" Qin Gang shouted, panting heavily.

Han Song and Du Hong quickly adjusted their direction and flanked the enemy from the left and right.

But they had only run a few steps when Wu Hanfeng suddenly sped up and slipped through the gap between them like a bolt of lightning.

The movement was so fast that the two only had time to see a blur before Wu Hanfeng was already more than twenty meters away.

"How the hell does he still have the strength to accelerate?!" Han Song could hardly believe his eyes.

Du Hong was both amused and exasperated: "That bastard was just faking it! He wasn't even at his limit!"

That statement is both right and wrong.

Wu Hanfeng has indeed not reached his limit yet.

But it wasn't an act.

He just didn't put all his energy into running—most of his energy was actually spent negotiating with the system.

"System, what's the progress now?" Wu Hanfeng asked in his mind.

[Ding! Host's current breakthrough progress: 89%.]

"Only eleven percent left? How much longer do I have to run?"

Based on the host's current exercise intensity and physical condition, it is estimated that the breakthrough point will be reached in about 5 kilometers.

"5 kilometers... okay, that's enough."

He glanced back at the group of instructors who had been chased and scattered, grinned, and said, "Let's take them on one more lap!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he sped up again.

This time, they really put in their best effort.

His two legs moved like spinning wheels, and the large backpack on his back bounced up and down with the rhythm of his run.

The red brick corners peeked through the gaps in the backpack, as if defying the group behind them.

Qin Gang watched as Wu Hanfeng accelerated once again, and he felt utterly hopeless.

"He...he...he accelerated?!"

Liu Zhen was completely paralyzed. He leaned against a poplar tree by the roadside, bent over, and kept dry heaving.

I didn't eat breakfast, and after all this commotion, my stomach feels like it's churning.

"Captain... I can't go on... I really can't go on..." Liu Zhen said, his voice trembling with tears.

"We have to do it, no matter what! We have to stop him today! If he keeps running like this, someone will really die!"

"But we can't catch up..."

"Even if we can't catch up, we still have to!"