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Chapter 176 Marching with a Heavy Load

 Outside the city, people followed them out.

Not only the curious people, but also officials, servants of some ministers, and spies with ulterior motives.

They were curious as to why the more than 3,000 Han troops in front of them wanted to leave the city and what their purpose was.

Some people just want to take a look at these more than 3,000 Han troops.

The Han army in front of them had a kind of magical power that made them feel beautiful and at ease. It seemed that as long as they had these 3,500 Han troops in front of them, they would have nothing to fear even if the world collapsed.

Dong Dong Dong!

On the city wall, drums sounded.

Thirty-five hundred soldiers, seven teams, began to advance towards the front.

This time the formation is not as neat as before.

But there was only a gap between seven teams.

The 500 soldiers who make up the team are still running in good order with each other. It's just that the distance between them has been increased to avoid accidentally injuring the comrades in front of them with the long spears in their hands while running.

They held spears in their hands, wore armor on their bodies, and carried thirty kilograms of sand on their backs.

"Come on."

"Come on."

Each square moves forward at its own speed.

At the beginning, there wasn't much difference, but after running for a while, there was a certain distance between them.

We have been standing in queue for an hour, and everyone's physical strength has been exhausted.

A ten-kilometer march with heavy loads cannot be a blind sprint.

They need to control their physical strength, not only their own physical strength, but also to take care of those who lack physical strength.

Because this is a team competition, if anyone is left behind, the results will be invalid.

We must ensure that 500 people arrive at the destination together.

"Where are we going?"

"What are they carrying?"

At the city gate, I watched 3,050 soldiers set off, but the people were no longer following.

Wang Ding also left the city, along with Jia Xu, Sima Lang and others.

Compared with the first round of assessment of formation and military posture, in this second round of marching with heavy loads, it is easy to tell which team is stronger.

Each of the seven teams has someone who is responsible for leading the race. Every once in a while, a few other people will be replaced to ensure that everyone has enough physical strength.

Halfway through the journey, among the seven teams, there was already a kilometer difference between the leader and the last.

"Gongming, it seems that the soldiers you trained are not very good." Wang Ding said with a smile.

Among the seven teams, the one trained by Xu Huang is currently at the bottom.

At present, they have only marched five kilometers, and at the front is the Xuanwu Battalion trained by Fan Chou, who has already traveled six kilometers.

There are only four kilometers left before the finish line.

Fan Chou grinned and said: "It seems that in this second round, a certain Xuanwu Battalion still ranks first."

As long as he can get first place, Fan Chou doesn't care whether all the soldiers of Xuanwu Camp are from Jingzhou.

This is his honor.

Xu Huang said: "It's not the end yet, the outcome has not yet been determined."

Several of them, riding war horses, ran back and forth to see if anyone was cheating or slipping.

Team Fan Chou, who was at the front, had slowed down.

There are already several of the five hundred soldiers. It seems that they can no longer run. Their footsteps are heavy and they seem to be unable to hold the spears in their hands.

On the contrary, Xu Huang's team, which fell at the end, is still moving forward steadily and looks to be in better condition.

Carrying a heavy load for ten kilometers, rushing to the front will consume greater physical strength.

After seven kilometers, the Han Sui team, which had been ranked second, began to exert force, and they surpassed the Fan Chou team.

Team Xu Huang, who is at the bottom, has ranked fifth.

The last two teams are Cheng Yin and Liang Xing.

The two now accompany their own team, shouting all the way: "Come on, don't give up."

They no longer care about the first place, but they can’t take the last place.

The two of them don't want to be shouted out when they meet other people in the future: "Hey, the last one in the competition is here."

"Come on. Let's run."

Carrying a load of ten kilometers definitely does not test the ability of a single soldier.

It will further test their cooperation.

Those with strong abilities should cooperate with the team and slow down.

If they run too fast and their abilities are slightly weaker, it will be difficult to follow them all the way after severely consuming their physical strength in order to keep up with them.

Only if a team of 500 people find the speed that suits them best can they reach the finish line without missing a beat.

Every team has different strengths.

The overall strength of each team will not differ too much.

Everyone is a recruit, and the training time and content are the same.

Moreover, the 500 people in each team are carefully selected from thousands of people. Their strength varies, but these 500 people are already the 500 most powerful people in their usual training.<

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"Give your sandbags to someone." A soldier with a majestic physique deliberately fell behind and said to the soldier running at the back.

The soldier who was at the back was speechless.

Tai Qian ran a little too fast, and his physical strength was exhausted. He had already begun to collapse. Now he is relying on his own will to support him.

Even those soldiers with good endurance and strength are already very tired by now.

A sandbag weighing 30 kilograms can be lifted with one hand on weekdays, and can be rolled around several times at will.

But now, there are really not many people who can weigh thirty kilograms.

The soldier shook his head feebly. He was speechless, but he did not want to hand over his sandbags to others.

The opponent may still have some physical strength, but if a 30-pound sandbag is pressed against him, he will have to carry a full 60-pound weight. Add the weight of the armor on his body, and it will directly exceed 80 kilograms.

"Give the spear to someone." The soldier said, without waiting for the other party to answer, he directly grabbed the spear from the other party's hand.

Holding a spear in each hand, he continued: "Follow someone."

In every team, there are almost people helping those teammates who have lost their strength.

Some carried their teammates' backpacks, and some took their teammates' spears.

They help each other for the common honor, and no one gives up.

One sandbag is too heavy, so carry two together.

The first team has only one kilometer left from the finish line.

Fan Chou's team is still in second place, but Xu Huang's team has caught up and is now closely following Fan Chou's team in third place.

The closer to the finish line, the slower the team's speed.

We no longer have that team, so we can continue to sprint.

It's said to be running, but the speed is about the same as walking.

Wang Ding and Jia Xu Sima Lang are already waiting at the end.

Plop!

Han Sui's team who was running at the front had a soldier fall down at the end.

Two people immediately went over to check.

"You guys will help someone get the sandbags, and someone will carry him."

Where the rules are written, a team of 500 people needs to reach the finish line to be considered a valid result.

For those who fall before the finish line, other soldiers must also help them reach the finish line.

Whether it is lifting or carrying, if a person does not reach the finish line, it will not count as an achievement.

Wang Ding said: "Have all the doctors called?"

Sima Lang nodded and said: "They are all here, including five imperial doctors from the palace."


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