Push-ups were a comprehensive physical exercise for upper body strength and waist strength.
It could be said that push-ups were the training that all soldiers hated the most.
It was also one of the most challenging training for soldiers.
According to the rules of the outline assessment.
Sixty in two minutes was the standard of excellence.
However, anyone who thought that doing sixty push-ups in one go would be a good thing was really ignorant of the army.
The field army had many different types of push-ups.
For example, he could order one soldier to lower his body and order two soldiers to support his body.
The platoon leader would become a dyslexia patient at this time.
After they shouted " one," they shut their mouths. When the soldiers 'faces became distorted, their mentality gradually became anti-social, their muscles were sore, and they wanted to jump up and spit on their faces, they would shout " two " unhurriedly.”
For example, after the push-up command was given, the squad leader smiled and placed an A4 paper in front of each soldier. The A4 paper was completely soaked in sweat and the training ended.
If he encountered a soldier with developed sweat glands, it might take ten minutes.
Encountering soldiers with underdeveloped sweat glands might cause one to be in a daze.
Another example was that the platoon leader lied to the soldiers that they only needed to do twenty push-ups before they could rest.
Then, the trash platoon leader would repeat "nineteen" on the nineteenth.
It was as if he had f * cking clashed with Nineteen. When everyone was frustrated and rebuilt, and rebuilt and frustrated again, praying for the end of the world and the explosion of the Earth in the next second, he slowly spat out Twenty.
Then how many times would the word "twenty" be repeated?
No one knew.
It could only be Schrodinger's push-ups.
Physical training.
It had always been torturous.
Fang Zhan's push-up speed was very standard. He pushed himself up mechanically, and the heat in his biceps burned. Coupled with his breathing, a large amount of sweat fell to the ground. In a short while, the ground was wet with water marks.
" Target: victory!"
"Kill the armor-piercing bullets."
"I'm invincible!"
Gradually, Fang Zhan's mind was left with only one belief.
The noise in his ears disappeared, and he fell into a state of absolute self-control similar to sniping.
The master of battlefield psychology had completed self-hypnosis.
He was focused, serious, and repeated his actions over and over again. He didn't care about quantity at all.
After a long time, the surrounding soldiers were shocked. Each and every one of them held their breaths, afraid of disturbing Fang Zhan.
As for Wu Liuyi, he had already finished his 278th move and was lying on the ground with a bitter smile, unable to get up.
Out of the three competitions, he had lost two.
Fang Zhan was very awesome.
333.
334.
335.
Bai Tiejun was like a fish that lacked oxygen. He counted silently in his heart.
As Old Man Lian of Steel Seven, he could only do fifty.
In just two minutes, Fang Zhan had already surpassed him by six times.
"We're all soldiers of the same year. The difference is so big.”
Bai Tiejun's face was burning red.
The soldiers of Steel Seven Company suddenly realized that Fang Zhan was just like Xu Sanduo on the pole, focused and breaking through some kind of limit.
.......
The 400th.
It was still continuing!
Number 401.
.......
999th.
The thousandth.
Fang Zhan's push-ups reached 1,000, and his eyes shone brightly.
It was enough.
He exhaled.
It wasn't that he couldn't do more.
In fact, static upper body strength did not consume much oxygen. Once the physical limit was broken, there was not much difference between doing 1,000 or 2,000.
Regarding this problem, one could check the world record.
In 60 minutes, the world record for push-ups was 3877, completed by Bijender Singh, a citizen of White Elephant.
The world record for push-ups in 30 minutes was 2354, and it was done by Rolf Heck.
Fang Zhan used eight minutes to complete 1,000 push-ups. If there was a world record in ten minutes, it would definitely be him.
The number of 1,000 push-ups in eight minutes shocked the onlookers.
Note that after the 10,000-meter overload run, the private did another 1,000 push-ups.
Awesome!
Thousands of emotions turned into one word.
"Soldier King!"
A weak voice shouted "Soldier King", and then it infected more people.
In an instant, Soldier King's voice was like a tsunami in the 702nd Regiment's training ground.
Soldier King was different from being rewarded for meritorious service. It was an honor that the soldiers tacitly acknowledged.
Cross-country, obstacle course, machinery, shooting, bombing, physical fitness, combat, tactics, professional skills, and other training subjects.
If one of them was ranked in the top three among T masters, he could be considered the top in the training of that subject.
If he was ranked top three in all three categories, he would be worthy of the title of Soldier King.
Fang Zhan's strength had undoubtedly reached the Weapon King level.
Other than physical fitness and off-road training, the best skills of a private were shooting and fighting skills.
However, it was not until today that many soldiers shouted the word "Soldier King".
The reason was simple.
Soldier Kings were not cabbages. The 702nd Regiment and even the T Masters could only have one Soldier King.
Fang Zhan defeated the armor-piercing bullet 561 openly.
The old king dimmed, and the new king ascended to the throne.
Number Five Six smiled. F * ck, he was indeed an old man.
......
Three days later, Steel Seven Company.
The T operator sent a transfer order.
"Army Group A's training department has ordered that Fang Zhan, the sniper of the 702nd Regiment's Steel Seventh Company, be transferred to participate in the army's sniper training and prepare for the military competition.”
Steel Seventh Company received similar orders many times a year.
People like Xu Sanduo, Shi Jin, and Wu Liuyi were often transferred as demonstration instructors to participate in martial arts competitions or guide demonstration work.
However, this time was different.
The standard was very high. It was a military competition.
Usually, the first place in the military competition would have at least one second-class merit.
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