The man watched for a while longer, then quietly left.

Zeng Guangzhao stopped and got up, his face bruised and swollen.

Lone Wolf's face wasn't much better looking than his; he grinned and asked Zeng Guangzhao.

"Hey Liu, what's this all about?"

Zeng Guangzhao went further with him, telling Lone Wolf everything he knew without reservation.

He's opening his heart to me.

Lone Wolf clearly understood this as well.

He was a bit hot-blooded, and Zeng Guangzhao clearly considered him one of his own.

What are your plans for the next step?

Zeng Guangzhao's eyes shone in the night.

"You have to keep playing along with me until the mole believes it, and Shi Fang believes it too."

To put it bluntly, Lone Wolf wanted to show utter disdain for Zeng Guangzhao, but because he was the team leader, he could only obediently follow orders, which was a very frustrating situation.

Lone Wolf's acting skills have been honed twice by Yi Mu and Zeng Guangzhao, reaching a level of perfection, and he is also very good at adding his own scenes.

After that day, Zeng Guangzhao increased the intensity of training for Lone Wolf and his gang.

In the afternoon, most of the soldiers had already showered and were eating in the mess hall.

Lone Wolf and about a hundred others had a minor argument with Zeng Guangzhao during afternoon shooting practice and were punished by being forced to climb a mountain with heavy loads.

Yi Mu noticed that the mole quietly put down his rice bowl and followed the troops.

The wariness wasn't so easily dispelled, and Yi Mu followed the traitor.

Everyone is carrying a five-kilogram load and must climb a small hill within ten minutes.

If the task is not completed, run a lap around the mountain the next day.

Everyone who heard this absurd request complained bitterly.

Only the lone wolf, without uttering a sound, stepped on the first rock and began to climb.

Zeng Guangzhao found a rock to sit on, holding a water bottle in his hand, taking sips here and there, his posture as relaxed as could be.

Everyone else hated him so much they wanted to grind their teeth, not understanding why they were being targeted.

Zeng Guangzhao had always been intentionally selecting the best-quality soldiers in the barracks, and once he saw a promising candidate, he would assign him to Lone Wolf.

He had Lone Wolf instill a certain idea in those people, saying that Zeng Guangzhao was a petty and meddlesome person who would train anyone he didn't like to death.

These people must not admit defeat. They should show Zeng Guangzhao that no matter how difficult the task, it cannot stump them.

Men are creatures with a strong competitive spirit; given the choice between winning and losing, they will definitely choose to win.

This group of people are making rapid progress. In the morning run, they can run two full laps faster than ordinary soldiers, and their horse stance is stable and can be maintained for a long time.

The most important aspect of shooting is not simply hitting the bullseye from a hundred paces away.

However, compared to the ordinary soldiers who were still hovering on the edge of the shooting target, they were already getting closer to the center of the eighth or ninth ring.

Zeng Guangzhao was very satisfied with the result.

Even though he knew that these elite soldiers cursed him in their dreams every night, he didn't care at all.

Lone Wolf truly lived up to his reputation as one of the best in the group, reaching the summit in nine minutes and then shouting down at the crowd.

"Am I awesome or not?!"

Zeng Guangzhao looked surprised, then sneered, as if to say, "Even if you're very powerful, I'm not going to back down and just pick a fight with you."

He glanced around, somewhat exasperated, and yelled, "What are you all looking at? The countdown starts now! Anyone who doesn't climb up within the allotted time won't get dinner!"

Everyone was cursing.

"Damn, is he crazy? All I did was say something bad about him behind my back, and he made me run ten kilometers. My legs are about to break."

"I was even more unlucky. I just spat and was made to squat in a horse stance for five hours. What a petty bastard. I'm speechless."

"Damn it, may he never have a son in the future."

Criticism is one thing, but action must not be slow.

You could see everyone climbing up like monkeys, racing against the clock.

While they were cursing Zeng Guangzhao for being inhuman, they didn't realize that even though they were carrying heavy loads, they didn't feel any burden when climbing the mountain, and they weren't even out of breath or red in the face.

A look of disdain flashed in the eyes of the man crouching in the grass.

Commander Shi must be senile to be assigned to manage an army with such a narrow mind.