After Jiang Nian heard the content of the competition, his first reaction was fear.

She asked, "Has Aye also participated in this competition?"

Xue Lin said proudly, "Of course! This is the most valuable of all the competitions. If we win this competition, it's a real win!"

"Will that hurt?"

"Of course I'll get hurt. Everyone gets hurt in close combat. Vice Captain Lu got hurt after just a few minutes. But don't worry, sister-in-law. We get hurt during normal training too. We're used to it. Besides, scars are a man's medal!"

For example, there is a small scar of two to three centimeters on the left side of Zhao Weidong's forehead, which almost directly flipped off his scalp.

With his rough and sturdy face, most people would think he was fierce and scary, but in the eyes of the soldiers, he was a brave and fearless soldier.

For example, when Lu Cheng mentioned Qin Sanye's injury at noon, many people admired him...

Xue Lin has the most ordinary soldier's thoughts, and his understanding of being injured is different from Jiang Nian's.

Song Yingying who was standing beside him also heard these words.

Song Yingying looked at the competition again and suddenly found that she didn't like it that much. It didn't matter whether she came in first or not. The most important thing was not to get hurt.

Seeing Song Yingying's nervous expression, Jiang Nian comforted her, "Yingying, it's okay. Since Captain Zhao is participating, he must have extraordinary abilities, so he won't necessarily be injured."

With only a few minutes left before the game started, Song Yingying could only nod.

At the starting point in front, contestants came on stage one after another. Each company sent their most powerful fighters to participate in the competition, each of them was strong and muscular.

Even Zhao Weidong's burly figure is no longer an eye-catching presence among them.

During the warm-up, Zhao Weidong, who was standing among them, looked up and around, searching for something in his dark eyes.

Among the crowd of people, he spotted Song Yingying at a glance and smiled in her direction.

Song Yingying's breathing stopped for a moment.

When she and Zhao Weidong looked into each other's eyes, there were too many memories in her mind. The hustle and bustle around them seemed to have disappeared, and only she and Zhao Weidong were left.

Song Yingying felt an impulse surge from the bottom of her heart.

She stood on tiptoe, pointed in that direction, and shouted loudly, "Zhao Weidong, you need oil!"

Song Yingying's shouts must have been drowned out by the even more enthusiastic shouts around them, but Zhao Weidong, watching from afar, had already felt a sense of power.

He turned his wrists, neck, and ankles, and his muscles were tense like springs, ready to go.

"Everyone, take your positions—"

"preparation--"

"bump!"

With the sound of the starting gun, the race officially began and a group of men rushed out like tigers.

Zhao Weidong was the most special one among them, so it was destined that he would be the one who faced the most difficulties in this game. After all, this was the only chance for him to go against the team leader.

The soldiers would not be outnumbered to the point of 19 to 1, as that would be too obvious a target.

They often came in groups of three or two, surrounding Zhao Weidong and forming a small group to hinder his progress.

Therefore, in the first few obstacle levels, Zhao Weidong's performance was not good and he was in the middle position.

As Zhao Weidong crawled out from under the spiked wire mesh, the man's eyes changed instantly, and his pupils were full of ferocity.

He will never show mercy again, he must be the first one!