"Do 1,000 push-ups, 1,000 pull-ups, and 1,000 sit-ups. After that, run 5 kilometers with weights. Come to me tonight and give me your answer."

Feng Guang scrutinized the newcomer with a critical eye, coldly issued the order, then lowered his head to review the documents again. Remembering something, he said, "Give him to the Third Regiment."

Compared to Feng Bai's emphasis on soldiers' flexible combat tactics, the Third Regiment was known as the "Immortal Regiment".

The standard for judging soldiers is not based on whether they can kill a beast with three punches, but rather on whether they are unconscious and on their last breath, yet still driven by instinct to fight.

Any random soldier could rival the physical strength of the Russian soldiers on the other side of the mountain.

Feng Bai covered his lips with his own, concealing the smile on his face, and looked at Jing Si, whose pupils suddenly contracted and whose face turned pale at his grandfather's words. He then grabbed the back of Jing Si's collar.

"Walk!"

A thousand push-ups, a thousand sit-ups, a thousand pull-ups? To be honest, Jing Si couldn't do any of them.

The message before tonight means that if you can't finish, you don't need to come back. You can continue tomorrow. If you still can't finish by tomorrow, you can continue the day after tomorrow. It can be extended indefinitely until you reach the target.

"No, Chief Feng, I think you must have misunderstood. The Jing family sent me to Heilongjiang Province only to pick up my sister from prison; there was absolutely no intention to offend them."

Please let me explain…

The only sound in the silent corridor was Jing Si's roar. He was being dragged along by Feng Bai, who was grabbing him by the collar, his hands waving frantically in front of him, trying to grab something...

When he was forced to stand in the training camp of the Third Regiment, he felt dizzy as he faced the burly regimental commander who looked like a bear.

Just as the swear words he had been holding back for days were about to spill out, he shouted "Report!" at the crucial moment.

A hint of regret flashed across the commander's eyes.

"Reporting to the commander, I haven't had any food or water for three days. I'm worried that I might not be strong enough to train properly. Can I come back to train after a meal?"

The other party's answer was concise: "No."

He had already heard that someone with such a frail body, like a boiled chicken, wanted to be Miyano's concubine.

Back then, Miyano was brought to the army by his superior at the age of fifteen. He completed five hundred one-arm push-ups in ten minutes. His abnormal core strength allowed him to conquer the entire First Army on the first day.

This nobody dares to think she can be Miyano's concubine? I'm afraid she won't even be able to handle things properly afterwards. No way, she needs to be trained!

Jing Si didn't understand why the bear's expression turned ferocious after he said something, but he knew that if he didn't eat, he would starve to death.

He knew the situation was against him, so he lowered his gaze and prepared to casually go up and pretend to faint after doing two things.

Everyone was in the push-up position when the battalion commander called a halt and gestured to the soldiers beside him, "Get a medic over here to keep an eye on things."

This chicken… this kid looks so pathetic, like he's about to die. It's one thing if he gets killed during training, but what if he sets a record for the fastest death? Where would I put my old face then?

Watching the soldiers stand at attention, salute, and then jog away, Jing Si's vision blurred again. Why? Why did he come to Heilongjiang Province?

Half an hour later, watching Jing Si fall off the horizontal bar again, seemingly exhausted and knocked unconscious, but actually both his arms were shaking uncontrollably, the military doctor leisurely stepped forward.

He pried open the eyelids to check the pupil response; the eyeballs were still moving. The military doctor took out a silver needle and inserted it into an acupuncture point...

Jing Si let out a roar and jumped up on the spot.

Without anyone teaching him, he jumped up and grabbed the horizontal bar, his two stick-like arms shaking wildly.

His face was redder than if he had eaten two pounds of dried chili peppers, and his veins were bulging as he grimaced and tried his best to move forward. Even the soldiers of the Third Regiment who were running laps around the drill ground slowed down.

Military discipline prevailed, and no one pointed fingers at him, but the mocking gazes, as if watching a monkey show, were like countless rifles firing wildly at his remaining sanity.

Scholars value their reputation above all else. One of the new recruits who ran up to him couldn't help but ask his squad leader, "Was he electrocuted or does he have some kind of illness?"

If you're not sick, why are your arms shaking like that?

There are very strict selection criteria for enlistment. Among the physically strong young men of the appropriate age, the elimination rate is about 50%. Even those who were trained like dogs when they first enlisted never showed such a disheveled side.

Electric shock? Illness?

These words were like the last straw that broke the camel's back. Under the dual torment of body and mind, Jing Si could no longer hold on and his hand slipped, slamming hard to the ground.

His body convulsed violently a few times as he lay on the ground, and white foam slowly trickled from the corner of his mouth under the gaze of hundreds of people…

The regimental commander glanced at the medic, who had one hand in his pocket. "Don't look at me, I'm really dizzy."

With limited medical resources, the doctor gave him a few injections. He was conscious and was carried into the cafeteria by four people. He looked at the starry sky in despair. His dignity was gone!

Third floor command center —

Feng Guang stood quietly behind the glass window, watching the figures being carried away from the training ground, holding the telephone receiver in one hand, talking to someone.

"It has indeed been many years. Did your old Jing pass away peacefully?"

The breathing on the other end of the phone became heavier, and Feng Guang chuckled: "Su Tingrong, don't tell me any nonsense."

My son finally found a girlfriend, and you dare to interfere? Forget about saving face, I'll tear my house down! You try me if you don't believe me.

Feng Guang slammed the phone down hard.

...

In a three-story red brick building in Beijing, an elderly woman, though advanced in years, gracefully hangs up the phone with a light laugh.

"Twenty years have passed, and he's still just as irritable."

"Mom." A middle-aged woman standing beside her looked anxious and uneasy. "How is it? Has Heilongjiang Province agreed to release him?"

"What's the rush?" The old lady picked up the white porcelain teacup on the table, took a sip, and spoke calmly and unhurriedly.

“Isn’t sending Xiao Si to the army a kind of training? So many people are lining up with gifts, begging for a position to be trained by a madman, and they still can’t get a turn!”

Is he really going to kill Koji or what?

You're not getting any younger, don't be so easily frightened.

Upon hearing this, the middle-aged man calmed down somewhat, but not much.

He was the only one left alive in his father's lineage, and he only had one son, Jingsi. It was no wonder he was anxious that a perfectly healthy man was being detained in Heilongjiang Province.

"Mom, should the marriage agreement with the Ruan family continue?"

"That Ruan family is really something. Their granddaughter already has a boyfriend, what do they mean by saying they want to give her to our family? My Jing family must be crazy to want such a second-hand slut!"

"The engagement must be annulled. We need an explanation from the Ruan family."

If his son hadn't come from a disreputable background, and if the Ruan family hadn't recently climbed up to the Gu family, would he have allowed his son to get engaged to a mere country girl?

Yes, the policy required each family to send one person to the countryside, but looking around, which family's child who went to the countryside wasn't the one who was abandoned and exiled?

The young man had already been wronged, and now this ugly situation of two men vying for one woman had arisen. Jing's father was extremely unwilling and kept shouting to break off the engagement.

The old woman watched her son's outburst with cold eyes, and waited until he calmed down before speaking slowly:

"Initially, I only wanted to use this as an excuse to get in touch with the Gu family; I didn't intend for the marriage to actually happen..."

Go and have someone contact Xiao Si and tell him that no matter what method he uses, he must marry this girl from the Ruan family.