Chapter 63: Cruel? It’s just an appetizer!
Xiaobai stood in the middle of the platform with his arms folded across his chest, looking down at everyone.
"Originally, according to Chief Gu's intention, the three hundred elite soldiers were divided into two groups, with Staff Officer Tang and I taking half each. But unfortunately, there are not many people with vision."
Xiaobai paused, looking at the disapproving expressions of the crowd, "Fortunately, I don't want to collect too much trash."
The three hundred soldiers either looked dissatisfied or had an expression of "as expected".
Xiao Bai walked slowly to the left and faced the soldier who chose her: "Don't think that standing on the left means you are not useless. If you want to join my personal guard, you must stand my test."
The next second, ninety-nine throats erupted with earth-shaking roars: "Please test me, instructor!"
The sound waves reach the sky, and the team spirit is seen for the first time!
Xiaobai smiled with his teeth showing, what a group of adorable newborn calves!
"My selection is simple—" She snapped her fingers and pointed to the edge of the training ground.
There were a hundred gasoline barrels neatly arranged there.
"Each person carries one across ten kilometers of swamp."
The sun in April and May already has the power of a scorching sun, and the little tiger teeth are flashing mischievously in the sunlight.
"Warm reminder, the bucket is filled with fermented manure from the pig farm. If you spill a drop, it will be eliminated directly!"
"Oh, by the way, the destination is Zaozhuang, which is ten kilometers away. The villagers are waiting to use the manure water as fertilizer."
The faces of the 99 candidates turned green. They could smell the fragrance coming from the training ground. If they carried it on their backs, they would be shocked.
"Great!" Tang Jingmo applauded and walked to the front of the stage.
He turned to face the remaining 201 soldiers, and said in a gentle but unquestionable voice: "Since Instructor Lin has made a good start, I propose--"
The soldiers off the field collectively tensed their muscles, and a sense of foreboding ran up their spines.
really--
"I propose that the rest of you join us!"
Xiao Bai narrowed his eyes, "Cunning! You plagiarized my plan!"
"It's all for the ultimate victory. The process is not important." He paused, a hint of mischief flashed in his eyes, "Coach Lin, you're not that stingy, are you?"
Tang Jingmo took out a pocket watch from his pocket and added, "Add another time limit - those who finish within two hours have the right to choose their own captain!"
"Report!" Dong Jianmin reported loudly, "There are not enough oil barrels!"
Xiaobai raised his eyebrows and looked at Tang Jingmo, with a provocative arc at the corner of his mouth.
"Yes, Commander Tang, there are only one hundred oil barrels, and we have three hundred people here."
She deliberately dragged out her tone, "I think you guys should stop joining in the fun."
Tang Jingmo was not in a hurry. He raised his hand and pointed at the pile of sandbags next to the gasoline barrel: "The quantity is no problem. Look - two hundred sandbags, they will also be delivered to the villagers in Zaozhuang."
"Report!" another soldier asked loudly, "Can we freely choose between oil barrels and sandbags?"
"Of course." Tang Jingmo smiled, his eyes and eyebrows were gentle like a considerate superior, "The autonomy is in your hands."
Xiaobai on the side rolled his eyes and tapped the ground with his vines impatiently - if he tried to scheme against this fox, he would be disappointed.
As expected, Tang Jingmo added slowly: "However, I would also like to remind you all--"
He paused, looked around the room, and suddenly his voice sank: "Although it is easier to carry a sandbag on your shoulders, it is ten kilograms heavier than an oil drum."
There was an instant uproar in the audience.
See, I told you this fox has a trick up his sleeve.
"The oil drum is hard to fix, but it only weighs 50 kilograms! The sandbag is easy to carry, but it weighs 60 kilograms."
He smiled slightly: "Think about it carefully."
Political Commissar Zhou frowned, leaned close to Gu Xicheng and whispered, "Old Gu, is it too heavy? Don't get hurt, it will be counterproductive."
Gu Xicheng put his hands behind his back, staring at Tang Jingmo and Xiaobai with burning eyes, the smile on his lips getting deeper and deeper:
"You don't believe Xiaobai, and you don't even know that kid Tang Jingmo!"
He patted his old friend on the shoulder and patiently explained: "These weights have been carefully measured and are just at the limit red line."
"If they make it through, their physical fitness will be further improved; if they can't, they will recover after resting for two days at most."
"But..." Political Commissar Zhou was still a little hesitant, "The normal load in the army is 20-20 kilograms, this is doubled..."
"Don't say buts!" Gu Xicheng waved his hand and said firmly, "In 1972, during the Southwest Military Region's scout training, they used a 40kg load to swim across the Lancang River! Could it be that our ace troops can't even beat the scouts?"
His eyes were gleaming, and his voice was filled with unquestionable majesty: "An army cannot be run with kindness! We want an ace team, not a regular force!"
"Everyone, the starting gun sounds, and the countdown begins!"
Xiaobai was looking at his watch, and Tang Jingmo raised his gun!
"Bang!"
The moment the gunshots rang out, three hundred soldiers rushed out like arrows, each rushing towards their own target.
The short distance of 100 meters is filled with dangers.
White's vines suddenly emerged from the soil, tripping up the fastest sprinting soldier;
Tang Jingmo's spiritual stance is like a transparent wall, making the madly running men experience the feeling of hitting a wall one by one.
After finally breaking through the obstacles and reaching the oil barrel and sandbags, he was trapped in the formation again.
Tang Jingmo deliberately arranged oil drums and sandbags into a maze formation, forcing the soldiers to formulate tactics on the spot.
It is definitely not a good idea to rush in together, as you may easily bump into the oil barrel, and if even a drop of it splashes on you, you will be out.
"Comrades, listen to me. Those who are strong should stand in a row to help carry the heavy objects. When everyone is ready, we can set out together. How about that?"
Jiang Miao's proposal was unanimously agreed by everyone.
When everyone carried the loads of their choice and ran forward, they found out—
Staff Chief Tang carried a granite rock on his back as easily as if he were carrying a briefcase;
Instructor Lin was even more exaggerated. Although she was obviously a delicate girl, she carried a huge rock on each shoulder, humming a song, and walked forward happily with a step that showed she didn't care about anyone.
"What are you looking at? Run! Ten minutes have passed!"
In the team, there are people who are confident and maintain a steady speed, neither too fast nor too slow, always staying in the middle level.
Some of them were physically weaker, like the baby-faced Jiang Hang, who was chasing behind with a red face.
The one running in the front was the tall and thin fair-skinned Chen Qi.
The 60-kg sandbag on his shoulders was as steady as a rock, but no matter how fast he accelerated, he was always 100 meters behind the two instructors.
This precise and intense movement made him sweat profusely, which showed that the instructors were very good at controlling the speed.
A group of people ran forward in a mighty procession, facing the rising sun.
In the last two kilometers, Jiang Hang's training suit was soaked with sweat, and the 50-kilogram oil drum pressed his spine more and more bent.
"Jiang Hang, how are you? Can you hold on?" Fan Gang deliberately ran to the back, trying to help him lighten the burden.
"It's okay, you don't have to worry about me, just run!" Jiang Hang looked straight ahead, his face turned pale, his feet felt as heavy as a thousand pounds, but he still stubbornly moved forward.
"I have to rely on my own abilities to get into Instructor Lin's team!"
"There are still two kilometers to go. Come on! We are going to sprint!"
After Fan Gang gave Jiang Hang some encouragement, he sped up and rushed to the front!
Tang Jingmo and Xiaobai were already waiting for them at the destination, counting the hours.
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