Father, you've been drafted four times already, please spare us!

"18 minutes and 02 seconds, that's truly impressive, befitting a special forces soldier!"

"Back then, the best player in the whole company, I remember, only managed 18 minutes and 57 seconds, barely breaking the 18-minute mark."

Zhang Zheng stared blankly at the numbers on the timer; the numbers were simply too glaring.

He had thought Chen Nian would be awesome, but he never imagined he would be this awesome!

Chen Nian stepped off the track without blushing or panting, looking completely relaxed.

Upon arriving at the high platform, Chen Nian asked first:

"The data doesn't look good. We've been here too long; the place's become somewhat neglected!"

Chen Nian pointed to the muscles on his thighs and calves, his tone quite dissatisfied.

Zhang Zheng and Lao Ge looked at him with very strange expressions, some even gritting their teeth.

Listen to this!

Listen to this!

Is this even human language?

What does it mean when someone stays in the countryside for too long and their legs become a bit worn out?

You think you can run a time of just over 18 minutes?

"Yeah, it's pretty average!"

Zhang Zheng took a deep breath, forcing himself to calm down, and kept convincing himself that this was someone who came from the special forces of the three services, and he couldn't be like him!

"Sigh, I still need to practice. My slowest time back then was 17 minutes and 23 seconds, and now I've fallen to this level!"

Chen Nian sighed, dissatisfied with his grades, then looked up and asked:

"Zhang Lian, I'd like to use some equipment. Let's start with three-kilogram sandbags, one for each leg! And for the arms, how about..."

Before Chen Nian could finish speaking, he saw Zhang Zheng and Lao Ge's almost murderous gazes.

Chen Nian frowned slightly, his tone somewhat puzzled:

"What's with those expressions, gentlemen?"

"I know you're all eager for me to improve my strength to prepare for the upcoming competition, but recovery training isn't something that can be done overnight. He has to take it step by step, otherwise his muscles will easily..."

"Shut up!"

Zhang Zheng gritted his teeth and coldly rebuked him.

"Listen to yourself, are you even speaking human language?"

"What do you mean by 'even the slowest it' is 17 minutes and 23 seconds'? How come staying in the countryside for too long has ruined your legwork?!"

Chen Nian frowned as he listened:

"I'm telling the truth. If you don't practice this for three days, it takes ten days to get back into shape!"

"Old Zhang! Old Zhang!"

Seeing Zhang Zheng about to fall backward, Lao Ge quickly pinched his philtrum with one hand.

"Old Ge, you, you told him, you're driving me crazy!"

"Comparing people is a recipe for disaster, comparing goods is a recipe for disaster—that saying is absolutely true!"

Zhang Zheng didn't want to talk to Chen Nian anymore, just like when Teacher Sa heard Hangzhou Ma say "I'm not interested in money." Isn't this thing pure Versailles?

"Chen Nian, do you know the company that Lao Zhang and I led? The entire company! Listen, they were the top elites in the whole company. Do you know how many runs they did?"

Chen Nian blinked, waiting for Lao Ge to continue.

"18 minutes and 58 seconds!"

"If Old Zhang heard you saying that, he'd be incredibly strong-willed!"

"Tell me about yourself, isn't that going too far!"

Chen Nian glanced sideways at Zhang Zheng, who had turned away, then leaned close to Lao Ge's ear and loudly chirped:

"An incompetent general can lead to the downfall of the entire army!"

There's a saying in the TV series "Bright Sword" that goes, "A cowardly soldier makes a cowardly army, and a cowardly general makes a cowardly army!"

"If the training methods are wrong, even the best soldier will be..."

"What the hell? What did you say?"

"You said my training methods are wrong!"

"Old stock!"

Zhang was like a raging lion, constantly pouncing on Chen Nian. If it weren't for Lao Ge stopping him, Chen Nian felt he would have been beaten to death today.

"To tell you the truth!"

Zhang Zheng stared intently at Chen Nian, and sneered, "Goading me!"

"Your training methods are flawed? Then you go and train them. If you can raise their average performance, whatever you say goes!"

Chen Nian has done so much, isn't this exactly what he's been waiting for?

"Heh, trying to provoke me?"

"Zhang Lian, even my second uncle back home can hear your abacus beads!"

"I'm only staying here for three months. Whether your training methods work or their results are good or not, it's not my concern!"

Seeing that his clumsy attempt to provoke him had been exposed, Zhang Zheng wasn't angry. Instead, he shamelessly persisted, saying:

"Chen Nian, you're just herding one sheep or two, so why don't you lend a hand?"

Chen Nian blinked:

"You need to pay more!"

...

"Don't give up now. If you lose heart now, you won't be able to pick it up again for the next two years!"

Don't look down! Look up! Look ahead!

"Breathe evenly, don't rush, and don't compress your heart and lungs!"

"Listen to my call, one, two, one!"

"Keep up with my feet, almost there, just a little longer!"

Wang Shifeng led his squad of soldiers, moving forward step by step.

Yes, for the first kilometer, everyone was able to keep up, but by the second kilometer, some people had already started to fall behind.

Without saying a word, Wang Shifeng grabbed him by the collar and dragged him forward.

At the three-kilometer mark, the entire class almost came to a standstill; no one was running anymore, they were just dragging their feet forward.

Wang Shifeng could run five kilometers on his own without any problem; in fact, his performance was among the best in the entire company. But with these few new recruits in tow, he was panting heavily, and his training clothes were practically soaked with sweat.

But he still didn't abandon his soldiers, and continued to drag them forward.

"Keep up with me!"

Just as their vision blurred and their steps grew heavier, Chen Nian suddenly appeared out of nowhere.

"Grip the backpack straps tightly. From now on, everyone, adjust your breathing, follow my steps, close your eyes, don't look at your feet, listen to the sound of my footsteps!"

Chen Nian's words were like a clear spring, flowing into the parched and cracked spiritual world of these people.

"Brother Nian, you're finally here! I thought you were off enjoying yourself!"

Lu Haiyang's lips were pale, but he still managed a smile and joked with Chen Nian.

"Stop talking nonsense, shut your mouth, and compare breathing through your nose!"

Chen Nian did not respond, but instead continued to scold the group.

"Everyone, grip the backpack straps tightly, Brother Nian is taking you up!"

Chen Nian tied the backpack straps that Zhang Zheng had prepared for him around his waist, and with one person carrying seven, he led them forward with small steps.

On the runway, many new recruits were already lying on the ground. Medical personnel from the medical team kept rushing over. When Chen Nian passed by them, he only glanced at them.

In the military, no one will pity anyone, and achievements cannot be obtained through the pity of others!

That's something you have to sweat your last drop of sweat and squeeze out every last bit of strength to get!

"Master, you're still the best!"

"I give up!"

Xie Fei was stunned when he saw Chen Nian dragging seven people along.

Chen Nian didn't even glance at him, but pulled a rope from his pocket and tossed it to him.

"Do it with me!"

"what!"

"no!"

"I!"

"Holy shit!"