After jogging for a while, Liu Lang finally stopped.
Feeling the muscles in his body shaking, Liu Lang knew that his body's physical strength had reached its second limit. Continuing to run would be in vain. It was not impossible to cross the limit twice in a row, and the best result would be at least
He has to stay in bed to recuperate for a week, and he doesn't have much time now.
Of course, more importantly, he is in a good mood now.
Although not fully armed, in the absence of systematic training, one-third of the more than 4,000 soldiers tenaciously ran 20 kilometers, and a dozen people even followed him and ran nearly 30 kilometers. Their bodies
His quality and perseverance far exceeded his understanding of soldiers of this era.
His former nation was not as weak as he imagined. Otherwise, it would not have been able to fight on this barren land for fourteen years against the alien invaders who were well-equipped and prepared for decades.
"So, what about you? Can you tell me why you are running with us?" Liu Lang gently swung his arms to soothe his sore muscles, and asked coldly as he staggered forward but still had no choice.
The half-grown boy who stopped.
"Did I pass?" The young man looked at Liu Lang blankly and answered the question.
The young man was only sixteen or seventeen years old, and his eyes that should have been clear now looked extremely blank. Although he looked at Liu Lang, Liu Lang could feel that he was not actually in his eyes.
Liu Lang knew that even though this little guy was still moving and even talking, in fact, he had already fallen into a mild coma.
Coma is actually a kind of protection for the human body. When subjected to huge external stimulation or when the body's functions are about to collapse, the human brain will actively fall into deep sleep to effectively protect the body.
But this little guy actually created a miracle. He was able to maintain a certain degree of consciousness and behavior even in a coma. This kind of strong willpower was something that Liu Lang had never achieved in his previous life.
The cold expression on Liu Lang's face softened. This good seedling that fell from the sky was really gratifying. He was stronger than that strong big man.
"You have passed." The emperor was not in a hurry, but the eunuch was in a hurry. Chi Dakui helped his superior answer.
Chi Dakui has been paying attention to this little boy for a long time. Starting from the fifth lap, Chi Dakui has been eyeing this little guy who is as big as his nephew. The expression of gritting his teeth and perseverance on his handsome face easily makes him
Chi Dakui remembered his nephew's face that he had criticized for refusing to admit defeat during the first training, but that young face fell pale and fell under the gun of the Japanese invaders.
Until now, the small box containing his nephew is still next to Chi Dakui's pillow. He was afraid that his young nephew would be cold at night.
Chi Dakui didn't want this stubborn boy, who was about the same age as his nephew, to fall here. Even though this was his battlefield.
"Passed?" The half-year-old boy unconsciously rolled his eyes a few times and murmured, "I can become a soldier."
After saying that, his body softened and he fell into the arms of Chi Dakui who rushed out in a hurry.
"Sir." Chi Dakui looked at Liu Lang apologetically, sweating profusely.
"Take him to the field hospital and tell Vice President Fang that I want him to get on the train with us in two days. I will add two boxes of special medicine imported from Germany to today's promise." Liu Lang waved his hand to indicate that he was late.
Dakui, go quickly.
Chi Dakui nodded and ran towards the Fifth Army Field Hospital stationed in the town with his half-grown child in his arms.
I hope Vice President Fang can do his best for the special medicine imported from Germany, which is worth thousands of dollars. Liu Lang is very aware of the dangers people face when they run into a coma. The distance of the marathon in the Olympic Games is 40 kilometers and 195 meters.
, it is to commemorate the warrior Philipides who ran 40 kilometers and 195 meters from Marathon to Athens in 490 AD in order to deliver the news of victory to his compatriots. This brave warrior fell headlong after delivering the news of victory.
He fell to the ground and never woke up.
The strong willpower actually exceeded the limit of life. Liu Lang did not expect to see another one today.
However, Liu Lang has more important things to do now. He has to select 500 more people from the 1,000 shortlisted people. He is sure that if he doesn't complete this matter today, it will be a done deal.
Tomorrow, he won't be able to see a single human hair among these thousand people.
The generals and commanders staying there are not just here to watch the fun.
Now, just wait for the big and honest man to finish running.
Although he is already on the verge of collapse, although he has run out of fuel, Liu Lang knows that he will definitely finish the race, even if his current dream is just for a mere 100 yuan.
Because his mother is sick.
Dreams are simple yet radiant.
During this assessment, Liu Lang unexpectedly picked up two treasures.
The circle of the town is only 2,000 feet, which is neither long nor short. But Liu Lang stood there and waited for a full half an hour before he saw the figure of the big man.
He was no longer running, but walking, or moving, step by step.
Among the thousands of soldiers and thousands of small town residents present, no one made even the slightest sound, as if they were afraid that any sound they made would disturb the seemingly strong but already vulnerable man.
Everyone knows that even a baby can easily knock down this extremely tired strong man.
He is too tired.
"What a good soldier, this is a good soldier." Cai Tingkai stood up and muttered to himself with a look of regret on his face.
I don't know whether he regretted that a good soldier was about to be poached or because Liu Lang tortured this good soldier like this with a hundred yuan.
Anyway, the muscles on Mao Weishou's face were throbbing with pain. How could Chen Yunfa, the best machine gunner in the 1st Regiment and 1st Battalion of the 61st Division, not know that the great retreat before the Battle of Miaohang would have been controlled by one man, regardless of life and death?
A heavy machine gun defended the key point, and his 61st Division had to lose at least one more company. He had already accumulated merit and could be promoted to lieutenant, but this soldier actually chose to exchange his official position for a cash reward, which was only a mere ten yuan.
Everyone thought that this soldier could fight but had a mental problem. Unexpectedly, it was because his mother was ill.
Damn bastard, Mao Weishou scolded a certain regiment leader under his command bloody in his heart.
All fools know that such soldiers cannot return to the 61st Division. Liu Lang, who holds the Shang Fang Sword in his hand, will never give up, no matter whether he can reach the finish line or not.
Chen Yunfa didn't know how many pairs of eyes were staring at him. He just knew that he had to get these 100 yuan. With these 100 yuan, his mother's illness could survive this winter.
So, when his legs could no longer support his body and he fell to the ground, his fragile nose collided with the earth, and the boiling blood seemed to find an outlet and gush out, Chen Yunfa opened his mouth and laughed silently.