In the darkness, He Zhenzhong was running step by step with his backpack on his back.
After the selection training during the day, his physical strength was exhausted very quickly. Especially the sandbags on his shoulders were so heavy that he could hardly move forward.
However, this was just the beginning, and he needed to run a full twenty laps.
The steps were heavy, as if heavy iron blocks were tied to his feet. Every time he lifted them up, it was so difficult and laborious. He Zhenzhong could only grit his teeth and hold back.
"Is this the first lap?" Chen Shanming and others folded their hands in front of their chests and looked at He Zhenzhong with a sneer, carrying the sandbag and running twenty laps. In this case, no one could complete it.
"Give up, private, you can't finish?"
"As long as you beg for mercy, I will take you back to the dormitory to rest immediately."
Can’t finish running? I have to finish climbing even if I climb. He Zhenzhong’s teeth are almost broken.
When his eyes caught sight of Chen Shanming, Miao Lang and others beside the playground.
His eye circles immediately turned red, like a wounded beast, with a ferocious luster shining in his eyes. He just wanted to be a good soldier, the strongest soldier, but why did these guys deliberately target him?
? Want to deliberately punish him? If they don't target him, will he confront them?
He is unwilling, he is not convinced, and he cannot swallow this breath.
Staring at Chen Shanming and others, He Zhenzhong let out an extremely wild howl: "Fight!"
fighting!
This word was like a dose of gunpowder, which instantly ignited the blood in He Zhenzhong's body and burst into flames. He was like a crazy Spanish bull, starting to spin crazily on the playground.
Yes, why did he come to this world? Why did the God of War system choose him?
Just because of fighting.
He came to this world just to fight, to fight against the enemies, to fight against those who looked down upon him, to protect his loved ones, to protect the hard-working, simple and kind-hearted people, and to fight for the Chinese nation that was struggling to rise in adversity.
war.
≈ap;#160;One circle, two circles, three circles...
≈ap;#160;The energy accumulated in the body, the fighting spirit lurking in the body, the grievance lingering in the heart, and the reluctance rippling in the heart, at this moment, all turned into streams of heat, following He Zhenzhong's heart.
Another powerful beating continuously delivered a large amount of fresh blood, oxygen and his strongest and unyielding fighting spirit to his whole body.
Everyone at the playground was silent, staring at He Zhenzhong's determined figure.
Da da da.
Every step that He Zhenzhong made was like a heavy drum beating on the hearts of Chen Shanming and others, making their faces look ugly little by little until they were ugly.
They could tell that after running eight laps in full gear, He Zhenzhong was already dying. The sweat on his body was like rain falling, forming a water line on the ground. Yes, his sweat was already shivering.
ground.
The tenth lap.
"He can't survive." Chen Shanming spoke. He could already see that He Zhenzhong's whole body was shaking, especially his feet, which were shaking wildly and seemed to be unable to support him at any time.
Da da da.
Although slow, He Zhenzhong's footsteps still did not stop.
The eleventh lap.
Chen Shanming and others opened their mouths wide and could not close them for a long time.
Suddenly, two figures rushed past them, they were Wang Yanbing and Li Erniu.
They put on their backpacks and caught up with He Zhenzhong, who had already run eleven laps and his speed had obviously slowed down a lot. They protected him behind him, forming a golden triangle that is most commonly used when fighting with an outnumbered enemy, and they moved forward together. run.
"He Zhenzhong, although you have always been better than me, I, Wang Yanbing, have never surrendered to you, but today I obey you."
"I, Li Erniu, am a fool, but I know who treats me well. Since I entered the army, many people have looked down upon me. Only He Zhenzhong, you, have been the best to me. I have long recognized you as my elder brother. Just move forward. Running behind you is your most trustworthy brother!"
"He Zhenzhong, if you don't want me to underestimate you, if you don't want me, a person who has never beaten you, to surpass you, just run as hard as you can!"
Hearing what Wang Yanbing and Li Erniu said, He Zhenzhong laughed loudly and hissed: "Okay!"
Looking at He Zhenzhong, who was suddenly injected with stimulants, and then looking at Wang Yanbing and Li Erniu, who were following closely behind him and verifying the vow of perseverance between men with practical actions, they felt that there was no content between them. A hint of forgery and impurity of true friendship made the members of the special operations brigade silent.
"A very nice boy."
The brigade commander He Zhijun and the chief of staff Fan Tianlei of the special operations brigade came over at some unknown time. Behind them was a middle-aged man with a long and narrow scar on his face from his left eye to his chin, which made him look a little ferocious. His face remained expressionless. It was calm and calm, as if nothing could affect his mood. He kept staring at He Zhenzhong and said calmly: "Fifteen laps is his limit."
Chen Shanming and others were curious about who the person following the brigade commander was. Although he looked ordinary, he felt extremely dangerous to them. They even had the illusion that it would not be difficult for him to kill them alone.
Twelve laps.
He Zhenzhong no longer dared to bury his head, because the sweat would seep into his eyes, which would be very painful.
Sweat poured down from his body, leaving water lines wherever he ran. His heavy breathing could be heard even from dozens of meters away.
His feet were as soft as cotton. Every time he tried to pull his feet out, he had to put in a lot of effort. And the backpack on his shoulders became heavier and heavier. The weight got heavier and heavier, making him want to just throw himself to the ground and never get up again.
"He Zhenzhong, aren't you the best? Why don't you run? Those grandsons of the special operations brigade are standing nearby. They are watching you. Run, otherwise they will look down on you. One guy said, Fifteen laps is your limit. If he looks down on you, you have to fight back and hit him hard in the face."
"I, Li Erniu, don't know that much, but I know that you are the best. How can you defeat the hero in my mind with this little difficulty? Fifteen laps is not your limit."
His lungs were in pain due to the intense lack of oxygen, his eyes were pricked by sweat and he could not open them. Every cell in his body was wailing, and every inch of flesh and blood was protesting. But He Zhenzhong suddenly laughed wildly. There was such a thing When good brothers are together, what else can he be afraid of?
An unyielding and unrepentant flame suddenly surged out of his body. He shook his head violently, and hot tears and sweat flew away.
"Iron Fist Group." He roared heartbreakingly.
“When we meet on a narrow road, the brave one wins.”
"The Iron Fist Group."
“When we meet on a narrow road, the brave one wins.”
Suddenly, three men running forward in a triangle shape shouted loudly together. Fan Tianlei, He Zhijun and others couldn't help but blink their eyes, because they actually saw that a kind of something happened in He Zhenzhong's body.
The brutal murderous aura that only occurs when thousands of troops charge!
"Sixteen laps?" The mysterious instructor's expression also changed slightly, "It's very good, but it's a pity that it just broke the limit of physical strength, which is not enough."
"Sixteen laps."
Wang Yanbing and Li Erniu had stopped and were standing on the edge. Whenever He Zhenzhong ran by, they would cheer for him loudly and count for him.
Boom.
He Zhenzhong suddenly fell to the ground.
"Ding, congratulations to the host for breaking the physical limit and obtaining 10,000 contribution points."
However, He Zhenzhong now doesn't even have the energy to restore the system.
"I said that his limit is fifteen laps. It's more than one lap. Yes, but a pity." The mysterious man shook his head and sighed.
Brigadier He Zhijun and Chief of Staff Fan Tianlei also had pity on their faces. Happy reading every day