Soldiers' Assault: Veteran Special Agents and New Recruits

Chapter 119 Yuan Lang is so upset he pulls his hair out! (Please subscribe and vote with monthly tickets.)

1:13 PM.

Forty-four sleepless souls, each carrying a 50-pound log, embarked on their "sunrise viewing" journey under the moonlight.

Yuan Lang led the way in an SUV, while Qi Huan followed behind in another SUV.

The car wasn't going fast either, only 10 kilometers per hour.

That means running 10 kilometers in one hour!

While the speed of trail running with a 50-pound load isn't fast, it's far from slow and meets the excellent performance standard for trail running with a load.

The burden, the distance, the time.

The vast majority of ordinary soldiers cannot run away.

Fortunately, those participating in the special training were not ordinary soldiers, but elites carefully selected from various units, who would be in the top tier in their respective companies.

Carrying 50 pounds of weight while off-roading is challenging for them, but it won't break them completely.

of course.

This is limited to trail running, not long-distance training.

Running 50 kilometers with a 50-pound load is already considered a long-distance training march, which is usually done at a speed of 4 to 6 kilometers per hour. It's impossible to run at the pace of a 10-kilometer trail run.

The standard for a lightly armed forced march in our army is only 10 kilometers. The standard for a fully armed march is completely different from that of a lightly armed march, and adjustments will be made accordingly based on weight.

Running with 25 kg of weight and running without or with light gear are completely different concepts.

It's like the former is carrying a large bucket of water while running, while the latter is just carrying a drinking cup; it's unreasonable to expect them to run at the same speed.

That's also very difficult to do.

The difficulty has increased several levels!

The trainees ran from the A team base and ran less than 5 kilometers on the Tushan Road section before they felt intense pressure.

Not only were my legs too heavy from running with weights, but every time I lifted my foot, it was extremely difficult.

When you carry a log on your shoulder and run, it will bounce up and down on your shoulder with each step, like a hammer constantly hitting your shoulder.

It's bearable in the short term, but over time it becomes inhuman torture.

In order to make themselves a little more comfortable and avoid having their shoulders swollen, chafed, or bleeding, they had to keep changing the position of the log.

The left shoulder is then moved to the right shoulder, then to a carrying pole, or even held in one's arms.

The cycle goes on and on, barely managing to hold on.

"A forced march at night with bare hands is already inhumane enough, but to upgrade it to a forced march with loads, I think this smiling tiger has really gone crazy."

This was the first time in Wu Zhe's life that he had to carry 50 kilograms of weight on a long-distance forced march. He was so angry that he couldn't help but curse.

Tuo Yonggang was, after all, a former air force paratrooper, and his physical fitness was considered poor in the special training team. After running five kilometers, he was exhausted and looked like a fool, and his temper was rising.

"He has the nerve to talk about strict discipline? I'll give him a piece of my mind. We were running like dogs down there while he sat in the car listening to music. If he's so tough, he should get out of the car and run with us. That'll earn my respect."

Tuo Yonggang's cursing and venting did nothing to change the situation.

All that could be heard was Yuan Lang, sitting in the lead car, speaking through the vehicle's loudspeaker.

"If anyone can't run anymore, there's an ambulance behind you. You can choose not to suffer. Once you've lost all 100 points, you can comfortably ride away."

"You've only run 5 kilometers so far. The journey is still long. Give up now and go home."

"It's not that I look down on you, but you really can't do a 50km cross-country run with a load. Wouldn't it be better to just give up and go home? Why make yourself so tired?"

……

Yuan Lang's car drove slowly ahead, and every word coming from the loudspeaker was not meant to encourage the trainees to persevere, but rather to do everything in its power to demoralize them.

This direct psychological torment made the trainees feel even worse than the physical pain.

Their rebellious streak was also triggered!

Because of their hatred and anger towards Smiling Tiger, the more Smiling Tiger urged the trainees to give up going home, the more they gritted their teeth and persevered.

The runners continued from 5 kilometers to 20 kilometers, and their speed noticeably decreased.

Yuan Lang was driving at a pace of 10 kilometers per hour in front. Apart from Jackie Chan, who was able to keep up with the car, everyone else was left behind and relegated to the second tier, or even the third tier.

Larger vehicles have a natural advantage when it comes to off-road driving with heavy loads.

Yuan Lang saw it all and kept it in mind.

My liking for Jackie Chan has increased again!

Carrying a 50-pound log on your back is very difficult; for other trainees, it feels like a thousand pounds, requiring a tremendous amount of energy from their bodies to maintain it.

Jackie Chan, however, was completely oblivious.

For him, carrying a mere 50 kilograms of weight was no different from running without any equipment.

Unless the unit is changed to kilograms, Jackie Chan might not be able to grasp the difference between running barehanded and running without a load.

When the team reached 30 kilometers.

Seeing that too many people were falling behind, Yuan Lang decided to add fuel to the fire.

I parked the car on the side of the road and got out.

When the exhausted and dizzy trainees staggered over, carrying logs, Yuan Lang stood by the roadside and mocked them relentlessly.

"Are you tired? Come on, stop and rest. The ambulance is coming right behind you."

"Is it okay? If not, then get in an ambulance."

"Look at you all running around so haphazardly, I advise you to give up and go home. Why make a fool of yourselves on the road?"

……

Despite Yuan Lang's persistent, seemingly benevolent persuasion, none of the passing trainees believed this smiling tiger; they all gave firm answers.

"You call this carrying weight? I could carry you and run, why don't you try?"

Jackie Chan, the only one in the room completely unburdened, ran over with a cheerful smile. Not only was he not angered by Yuan Lang, but he was even able to tease Yuan Lang in return.

Yuan Lang cleverly ignored Jackie Chan's words, pretending not to have seen them.

We can't ignore it either!

This animal is just here to cause trouble.

After running 30 kilometers carrying 50 kilograms of weight, he looked refreshed and energetic, as if his meridians had been opened up, and he looked more energetic than before he set off.

What can Yuan Lang do?

There's simply no way to deal with Jackie Chan; if you try to go head-to-head with him, you might end up making a fool of yourself.

So all I can do is pretend I didn't see it and ignore it.

"No way~"

Soaked to the bone, Xu Sanduo roared and ran over.

"Even if I'm exhausted to death, I won't do it."

Wu Liu's face was flushed red from running, but his eyes were filled with determination and resolve.

"I'd rather run myself to death. If I die on the road, it'll be perfect for you to go to a military court. I'll take you down with me."

Wu Zhe roared hoarsely.

The louder the shout, the more he hated Yuan Lang.

It would have been better if I hadn't yelled; the problem arose as soon as I did.

He held his breath and was still able to keep running. This shout released all the pent-up air, leaving his throat dry and uncomfortable.

I felt dizzy and my vision went black before I collapsed to the ground.

She started vomiting violently!

This is a typical case of respiratory disorder during exercise. Because of Wu Zhe's shouting, the air could not be transported normally, resulting in dizziness, nausea, and vomiting.

Yuan Lang watched as Wu Zhe lay on the ground vomiting violently, but instead of going up to ask what was wrong, he continued to attack him.

"These are the good soldiers from the old unit? Go find a few civilians in the countryside and they wouldn't be running like this. They can't even pass the physical fitness test. What kind of 'king of soldiers' are they?"

"Hey, is this effeminate behavior contagious? They all run around like girls, all alluring and effeminate."

"If you can't take it anymore, just get on the bus. Don't just stand there blocking other people's way and spread your effeminate virus to others."

……

Yuan Lang's sarcasm was like poisonous needles, deeply piercing Wu Zhe's soul, humiliating him while simultaneously making him even more determined to win.

Just then, Tuo Yonggang ran over and, together with another student, helped out.

With the help of the two men, Wu Zhe stood up again, readjusted his breathing to suppress the discomfort in his body, and gritted his teeth to continue running forward.

Yuan Lang didn't forget to add insult to injury: "It's not that I'm looking down on you, but anyone can brag. You're talking to me about science. With your useless appearance, do you even have the right to talk? If you can't run, just get in the ambulance."

Wu Zhe, who was still a little dizzy when he stood up, was so angry that his eyes were practically spitting fire when he heard Yuan Lang's veiled insults.

My dizziness inexplicably stopped, and I suddenly felt energetic again.

"ah--"

He roared and charged forward.

Yuan Lang watched as Wu Zhe charged forward with great enthusiasm, and the overall speed of the other trainees was also significantly faster than before. He was very satisfied with his motivational methods.

He walked back to the passenger side, opened the door, got back in, and drove the car back to the front of the line.

but.

The car regained its leading position, but Yuan Lang discovered something extremely embarrassing.

Jackie Chan ran with incredible speed and energy, showing no signs of fatigue whatsoever, as if he had just run 2 kilometers.

At most, I just sweated a lot; my entire training uniform was soaked through.

The other members were already severely exhausted, and everyone was in very poor condition, maintaining their speed entirely by willpower.

This leads to a situation where one side is strong and the other is weak.

This resulted in Jackie Chan, who was singing and advancing alone, becoming seriously out of touch with the other trainees and falling almost 30 meters behind the second group.

The second echelon, consisting of Xu Sanduo, Cheng Cai, Wu Liuyi, and others, is in relatively good condition.

I'm just very tired.

But it hasn't reached the point where it requires sheer willpower.

However, although the second tier is in good form, it is impossible for them to catch up with Jackie Chan, and the gap will only widen over time.

As the lead car for the route, Yuan Lang's car was naturally at the very front of the procession.

However, if he were to actually run ahead of Jackie Chan, he would be nearly 30 meters behind the second group, and more than 50 meters behind the third group.

No matter how loud the horn on Yuan Lang's car was, it couldn't carry that far.

He only addressed Jackie Chan.

Yuan Lang felt more like a clown.

With Jackie Chan's energetic and lively personality, what good would it do for him to say all those discouraging words? Don't forget that Jackie Chan even dared to turn around and mock him—

Saying it's 50 jin isn't enough, I'll carry Yuan Lang and run!

He couldn't criticize or ridicule the trainees, and shouting at Jackie Chan would be a slap in his own face. Just sitting in the car, he really became the one who led the way.

This was absolutely unacceptable to Yuan Lang.

If we abandon Jackie Chan and ignore him, and instead move the car ahead of the second tier, we can continue to verbally and psychologically attack the trainees.

But this completely messed up the formation, with Jackie Chan running in front, pulling him and the car along.

This was even more unacceptable to Yuan Lang!

And so.

Because Jackie Chan's personal abilities were so outstanding, the lead car was stuck in a dilemma, unable to get on or off, putting Yuan Lang in an extremely awkward situation.

"Hey, this kid clashes with my birth chart, he's my nemesis, he has a big head."

Looking through the rearview mirror, Yuan Lang saw Jackie Chan carrying a log with one hand, running steadily and fast. Jackie Chan clutched his head in discomfort, pulling and tugging at his hair.

The driver next to him, Old A, also looked helpless, wanting to say a few words of comfort but not knowing how to say them.

Looking at Jackie Chan running behind him in the rearview mirror, he couldn't help but recall the last time when Jackie Chan easily dealt with him and he was forced into a situation where he was caught in a trap.

I felt both ashamed and angry, yet I couldn't help but admire him.

Seeing that even the captain couldn't do anything to Jackie Chan, scratching his head and looking pained, driver Lao A suddenly felt that it wasn't so bad after all.

……

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(End of this chapter)