In Wolf Fang, I Became the Godfather of Special Forces

Anyone with a modicum of backbone would force themselves to charge forward at this moment.

Even when the body is almost at its limit.

With both sides working together, their speed increased rapidly.

Three minutes later, they finally caught up with the second group.

The first team had all reached the finish line and were cheering loudly for their comrades.

The second group is 150 meters away from the finish line!

There's half a minute left until 11 minutes and 30 seconds.

In other words, they have to run the last 150 meters within half a minute.

Don't underestimate the length of 150 meters; after running the first 2,000 meters or so, everyone was exhausted and their energy was almost completely depleted.

It's simply impossible to sprint at full speed in the last hundred meters or so and reach the speed of a 100-meter sprint!

Even Tang Ming couldn't do it!

But at this point, as long as they reach half the speed of a 100-meter sprint, they still have a chance!

"Only one hundred meters left, you guys sprint! Hurry!"

Tang Ming released the two men and yelled at his two comrades, "You two are the only ones left in the whole platoon! Don't embarrass the platoon! You can do it!"

The two teammates' faces had turned extremely pale. Although they had Tang Ming's assistance, they had also consumed a lot of energy when they accelerated and sprinted!

Without Tang Ming's thrust, their speed obviously decreased!

Their legs were very sore.

I'm having trouble breathing.

I feel like I'm about to collapse.

"Bastards! Are you trying to make the whole platoon lose face with you?"

"I've already brought you all this way, can't you even lift yourselves up for the last hundred meters?"

"Don't make me look down on you! We're all men, we all have two shoulders and one head, so why can others do it but you can't?"

"Do you even deserve to be soldiers? Do you want the rest of the platoon to call you trash?"

"If you don't want to be trash, then run! Charge forward like your lives depend on it! For your dignity and honor, for the honor of the whole platoon! Don't give up!"

Tang Ming roared loudly in their ears.

The two, who had already slowed down, suddenly cleared their somewhat dazed eyes after hearing Tang Ming's words.

waste!

waste!

What they fear most is being seen as useless!

No matter where you are, the most basic thing for infantry is physical fitness!

If you're not physically fit, no matter how good you are in other subjects, people will still think you've failed!

You are not fit to be an army soldier!

Over the years, whether in their old units or military academies, they have often been looked down upon.

Although they didn't say it explicitly, they could tell from each other's eyes.

"Charge! Charge! Charge!"

"I don't want to be a useless person anymore!"

"I want to prove myself!"

The two of them roared inwardly.

At the same time, their feet seemed to gain power, and they quickly stepped forward.

The speed is getting faster and faster, and the stride is getting longer and longer.

Yes.

At this moment, they all broke through their limits!

To become stronger, you must constantly push your physical and mental limits!

Only in this way can you give your body greater strength!

"Fifty meters left! Come on, bro! Keep going!"

At this moment, the people in the four rows all ran up and ran alongside them, shouting excitedly.

"Think about all the grievances you've suffered over the years!"

"Think about how people looked down on you before!"

"You are an army soldier! You are an officer! If you don't become strong, you won't even be able to outrun the new recruits when you go down to the company! How will you have the face to manage them?"

"Run! Speed ​​up, there's no time left! Charge! Charge!"

The people in the fourth row kept provoking the two of them with words.

Ah~~~~

The two men opened their mouths wide and let out defiant roars, charging forward like madmen!

"Thirty meters left!"

"Twenty meters!"

"Speed ​​up, faster!"

"The last ten meters!"

The people in the fourth row were all incredibly excited.

Because they saw that there were five seconds left until eleven and a half minutes!

Five seconds is more than enough time for them to reach the finish line!

click!

Finally, after the last two members crossed the finish line, Zhao Tao immediately pressed the stopwatch.

The time displayed above is 11 minutes and 28 seconds!

In other words, all four rows of people reached the finish line within the allotted time!

This made everyone extremely happy.

Not only the fourth platoon members, but also platoon leader Liu Jintao excitedly ran down.

Eleven minutes and twenty-eight seconds is their best collective performance in the history of the fourth platoon!

In previous assessments, they had never exceeded eleven minutes and fifty seconds.

This can be considered a huge step forward!

The reason they were able to achieve such good results is largely thanks to Tang Ming.

Even though the achievement was due to assistance, what does it matter?

Now, even the weakest members of the platoon have broken through their limits.

If they continue to train hard, their physical fitness will definitely improve quickly!

They just haven't had this opportunity yet.

And this opportunity was given by Tang Ming!

So, at Liu Jintao's shout, the people in the fourth row ran towards Tang Ming.

Before Tang Ming could react, he had already been tossed into the air by the crowd in a joyous celebration.

The people in the first to third rows all looked dejected.

In this competition, the three of them were completely crushed by the four.

Not only did none of them manage to get into the top three, but several people in each platoon couldn't even make it in twelve minutes, and no one broke their limit, resulting in no success whatsoever.

Compared to the four-man squad, this is utterly shameful!

The platoon leaders of these three platoons all had extremely grim expressions.

Although they were in the same company, their competition with the fourth platoon never ended.

Although I have lost before, I have never lost so humiliatingly as I did today, in terms of momentum, speed, and time!

"gather!"

Just then, a sharp whistle rang out.

Everyone from the Seventh Company quickly ran over and lined up.

Company Commander Wang Zhan quickly came over.

He also had a smile on his face.

Clearly, he is in a very good mood right now.

The progress of the fourth row was beyond his expectations.

However, that beautiful smile was reserved for the fourth row.

When he looked at the other three rows, a hint of displeasure appeared on his face.

Seeing their company commander like this, the trainees in all three platoons felt uneasy.

Wang Zhan shouted, "I saw the three-kilometer sparring match that your four platoons just did."

"To be honest, I am very satisfied with the soldiers in the fourth platoon, whether in terms of teamwork, morale, or speed! Their performance is also beyond reproach!"

"Therefore, I specifically asked the cooks to add extra dishes for the soldiers in the fourth platoon! To reward their progress!"

The students in the fourth row were overjoyed to hear this.

"but……"