"Catch that guerrilla!"

"We must catch him!"

"He got away yesterday!"

"Grab him! Grab him!!"

Harriman shouted and yelled all the way.

He ran a kilometer and was so tired that he couldn't breathe, and his whole body was soaked in sweat.

"Huh?"

"Could my guess be wrong?"

Lin Feng stopped and turned to look into the distance, his brows furrowed into a deep frown.

He just recorded his running speed; it's definitely over a kilometer.

However, the long-awaited system voice did not appear.

"Stand up and run another kilometer."

"Again."

"Again."

After running another kilometer, Harriman was so exhausted that he didn't even have the energy to curse.

"Fine, fine, I'm not running anymore." Harriman sat on the ground, panting. "Just kill me."

Lin Feng smoked a cigarette, lost in thought, "Why is it still not there?"

Do they need to bring weapons?

Thinking of this, Lin Feng turned and ordered, "Wang Lichen, get him a gun."

Wang Lichen was taken aback: "What are you doing with a gun?"

Lin Feng: "Just take it when I tell you to."

"Oh, okay, okay."

Wang Lichen deftly retrieved a MAS 1936 rifle and handed it to Harriman.

The latter was a little confused, "You're giving me a gun?"

Lin Feng exhaled a smoke ring: "Come on, let's run another kilometer with the gun in hand."

"..." Harriman was speechless, unable to express his bitterness.

Lin Feng: "Take it."

Harriman looked down at the dark barrel of the gun, hesitated for a moment, and finally took it.

By the end of the kilometer, Harriman's face was completely red and purple.

He felt he could collapse and faint at any moment.

However, Harriman persevered and insisted on running the entire kilometer.

Lin Feng was even more confused.

"Why not?"

The system clearly states:

[Note: Mileage is only calculated if there is enemy pursuit; weapon rewards only apply to the pursuing nation's arsenal.]

The Gallic Rooster is from an enemy country, so why doesn't it make a hooting sound?

Lin Feng was puzzled. He walked up to Harriman, picked up the MAS 1936 rifle, and skillfully unloaded it, only to find that it was empty.

"Wang Lichen!"

"Where are the bullets?!"

Lin Feng's expression changed drastically, and he questioned Lin Feng sharply.

Wang Lichen was also startled and quickly rushed over to check: "Commander-in-Chief! For your safety, there are no bullets!"

Lin Feng was furious. He pointed at Wang Lichen's nose and yelled, "You're carrying a piece of junk and you're telling me you don't have any bullets? Have you lost your mind?"

"I told you to get him bullets, so get him bullets! Stop talking nonsense!"

Wang Lichen felt extremely wronged, but he dared not argue back and obediently shut up.

"What are you still standing there for!"

"Go get the bullets right now!"

Lin Feng's insults grew increasingly fierce.

"yes!"

Wang Lichen hurriedly went to get the bullets.

To protect Lin Feng's safety, he called all the guards from the POW camp back, formed a circle around them, and pointed their guns at Harriman.

Even if Harriman had a million times the courage, and hundreds of guns were pointed at him, even if there were bullets, he wouldn't dare to fire.

Harriman was incredibly frustrated, but he had no way to appeal.

"Don't just stand there! Load up and chase me!!" Lin Feng roared. "If you don't obey, I'll shoot you dead!!"

Harriman, his face contorted with grief and his hands trembling, loaded the bullets...

Then, another kilometer.

"Catch that guerrilla fighter!!"

"We must catch him!!"

"He got away yesterday!!"

"Grab him! Grab him!!"

Harriman ran with all his might, each time leaving him breathless and completely exhausted.

Lin Feng, who was ahead, kept urging, "Idiot! Pointing a gun at my head!"

"You must be angry! You must imagine that you want to kill me!"

"Yes! That's what we'll do!!"

Finally, the kilometer was over.

Harriman felt like his lungs were about to explode, his throat was burning, his ears were ringing, and his mind was a complete mess.

His consciousness began to blur, his body swayed uncontrollably, and he fainted.

"Huh?"

"This won't work either?"

"That shouldn't be the case."

Lin Feng scratched his head.

Could it be due to special system settings?

With that in mind, Lin Feng opened the system interface again, found the game settings, and studied them carefully.

Suddenly, a crisp notification sound rang in my ears.

[Ding—Congratulations, host, you have completed a total mileage of 177 kilometers...]

? ? ?

!!

it works!

It really works!

Lin Feng's eyes widened in astonishment, then he was overjoyed and couldn't help but burst into laughter.

Harriman woke up groggily and saw Lin Feng's crazy state, which scared him to death.

Holy crap! That's insane!

"Wang Lichen, go and get a Gallic rooster to run!"

Lin Feng shouted excitedly into the distance.

Yes, yes, yes.

Wang Lichen left as if he had found a treasure.

Soon, a Gallic rooster was brought over.

He took over from Harriman, moving his limbs with difficulty.

"Hey! Hey! Hey!"

"Catch that guerrilla fighter!!!"

"We must catch him!!!"

"He got away yesterday!!!"

"Grab him! Grab him!!!"

Lin Feng kept encouraging his opponent: "Go! Go! Go!!"

Three kilometers later, this Gallic rooster comrade was completely paralyzed.

[Ding—Congratulations, host, you have completed a total mileage of 178 kilometers...]

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