All seven companies were mobilized.
Soldiers were a group of people who were easily influenced by hot-bloodedness.
Especially a heroic company like Steel Seventh Company.
Fighting genes were in his bones.
The competition had yet to begin, but the atmosphere had already become lively. The supporters of both sides were constantly cheering.
"Squad mate, kill Fang Zhan. I'll wash your clothes and polish your shoes.”Bai Tiejun added,"I've already bought your leather shoes for a month."”
"Fang Zhan, work harder. The class monitor will carry you back later.”The sixth squad leader's gaze was firm. He was in the same batch as Fifth Six, but unfortunately, he had always been suppressed by armor-piercing bullets. Now, if his squad could defeat armor-piercing bullets, he, as the squad leader, would really have no regrets.
"Yeah, vice-captain, let's show Class Six the combat strength of Class Three.”Gan Xiaoning said.
"Fang Zhan, we from the Second Platoon cannot let the First Platoon overwhelm us.”
.......
Fang Zhan was not affected by the outside world at all.
Warm up seriously.
Two minutes later.
The first round of the competition.
Armed off-road vehicle with a load of ten kilometers.
[Weight-bearing contents: Wearable sandbag vest, two portable ammunition boxes, and a field pot from the kitchen.]
In an instant, the soldiers of the Seventh Company who were watching were stunned. The shouting of slogans was replaced by the sound of swallowing.
Tsk!
Two monsters.
You guys are so cruel.
So the field pot and ammo box beside you are the weights you are prepared to carry.
Hiss!
It was too terrifying.
Some people quickly calculated the weight in their minds.
The weight of the sandbag vest that can be worn on the body is 15kg.
Under normal circumstances, the standard weight of each portable ammunition box was 10kg. Due to the fact that it was not a formal class, it was not filled with 81 automatic rifle bullets, but four bricks. If it was counted as a metal box, it would be about 15kg.
The field cooking pot weighed 10kg.
The total weight of Fang Zhan and Wu Liuyi reached 40kg.
The weight of a single soldier was 40kg!
When he got the results, he felt dizzy.
Two ruthless people, are they still human?
The sixth class monitor's heart tightened. He felt that it was a little too much and was prepared to stop her.
However, Gan Xiaoning, an active member of the team, did not mind the commotion. Seeing that the two of them were ready, she could not wait to act as the referee. She waved her arms, flung her camouflage shirt, and shouted.
"Ready, run!"
Accompanied by the password.
Fang Zhan was like an arrow that had been shot out of the barrel as he dashed out in large strides.
Not willing to be outdone, Number Five Six followed closely behind.
The martial arts competition had officially begun, and the Sixth Squad Leader could not stop it even if he wanted to.
It interrupted the battle between the new king and the old king.
Wouldn't the entire company eat him?
The sixth squad leader, who had a strong desire to live, shrank to the side and watched the development of the situation. He was quite worried.
"Hiss, run slower."
"Hey, hey, hey, it's not like we're traveling five kilometers lightly.”
"You, go to the medical team and get some glucose and red medicine.”
The sixth squad leader arranged for the soldiers in the class to do a good job in logistics.
Fang Zhan and Wu Liuyi were the two with the strongest military qualities in the 702nd Regiment. They competed with each other as soon as the cross-country started.
Its speed was as fast as a light off-road vehicle.
Obviously, the two stubborn donkeys didn't consider the distribution of physical strength. To them, who were tough by nature, if they wanted to win, they had to crush the other party fair and square.
Very soon, the two of them, who had wasted their energy, ran two thousand meters.
No one fell behind in the middle.
They were almost tied.
Breathe, breathe.
Exhale every three steps and inhale every five steps.
Sweat dripped down Fang Zhan's forehead. Large drops of sweat fell on the track, and his heart and lungs were extremely oxygen.
40kg of high-intensity weight, reaching the standard of special forces soldiers.
The ammunition box in his hands and the pot on his back were as heavy as mountains.
"I'm in the period of physical exhaustion."
Fang Zhan's expression was serious. His legs were filled with lead. With every step he took, he felt pain from his calves to his thighs. He felt numb and powerless.
It was clearly a sign of physical exhaustion.
"Usually, when you go 10 kilometers of light cross-country, you will only enter the exhaustion stage at the last kilometer.”
"Now, seven kilometers in advance, the exhaustion period has arrived.”
"However, limits are meant to be broken.”
The first-class soldier bared his teeth and smiled sinisterly.
Army fierce, forward, keep going forward
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