rebirth of cataclysm

When Hu Mingchen came down from the rope, he could not move his hands or feet, and he collapsed on the platform.

Even though the loudspeaker had given instructions that Pei Qiang could go back to the dormitory to change clothes and finish eating, Hu Mingchen still couldn't get up, let alone any surprise or excitement.

At this time, Hu Mingchen's hands were not only covered in blood, but also the crook between his thighs had blood soaked into his pants.

Hu Mingchen relied entirely on one breath to support him until the end. If his willpower had been even a little weaker, he would have lost all his previous efforts.

"How are you? Can you still leave? Do you want me to carry you back?" At some point, Pei Qiang came to Hu Mingchen and asked with concern.

Although Pei Qiang is hard-hearted, he also has a tender side. The key depends on when he encounters something.

Pei Qiang's concern for Hu Mingchen was earned by Hu Mingchen with his tenacious willpower and perseverance. If Hu Mingchen could not complete all these actions, then it would be difficult to hear or get a trace of tender care from Pei Qiang.

It's almost impossible.

Soldiers always only admire the strong and absolutely despise and look down upon cowards.

"It's okay, I'm okay. I'll be fine if I take a little rest." Hu Mingchen said weakly.

"Your performance today barely passed the test. Do you know what your master was like when he trained us?" Pei Qiang climbed up and sat down next to Hu Mingchen and said.

"How's it going? Is this what it's like?"

"Haha, that's it? If that's it, wouldn't it mean that you're outclassed? On top of your foundation, we have to add a hundred push-ups, a hundred sit-ups, crawl 300 meters, and swim

One hundred meters, and in the end you have to run five laps carrying the ammunition box." Pei Qiang said with a proud smile.

"You guys are awesome, you are indeed the sweetheart of the army." Hu Mingchen raised his right hand and gave Pei Qiang a thumbs up.

"At that time, each of us was as tired as a dog like you, but even then, your master still called us useless and said that we exceeded the time. At the entrance of the cafeteria, we were punished by doing a hundred squats.

You are allowed to eat." Pei Qiang recalled saying.

Even so, from Pei Qiang's tone, there was no trace of resentment toward Song Qiaoshan. On the contrary, that experience became a valuable experience and a beautiful memory.

The edge of a sword comes from sharpening, and the fragrance of plum blossoms comes from the bitter cold. A strong man will become stronger only after breaking through his physical limits again and again.

"Thank you for showing mercy to me." Hu Mingchen said.

"Don't thank me yet. I don't mean to be merciful to you. What you have completed now is just the amount of training in the morning. You have exceeded the time. You can only make up for it later. After you finish eating, you can run to the training ground with a weight of 20 kilograms.

Ten laps, if your palms are injured, just use your fists to support 100 push-ups. Considering that this is only the first day, I will give you an adaptation process and I will not add any other tasks to you."

Hu Mingchen was so dizzy that he thought he was getting preferential treatment and it was over. Who would have thought that Pei Qiang was not over at all.

Why not increase the workload of other tasks? One lap of this training ground is almost one kilometer. I still have the task of running ten kilometers with a weight of 20 kilograms, let alone doing a hundred push-ups with my fists.

Damn it, Pei Qiang won't be finished until Hu Mingchen is squeezed dry.

"I... think you are cruel." Hu Mingchen glanced at Pei Qiang with a complicated expression and said.

"Of course, it's the same sentence. If you feel that you are not good enough and can't hold on any longer, you can choose to quit." Pei Qiang patted Hu Mingchen's shoulder nonchalantly.

"I will not bow in the face of difficulties. Don't try to drive me away." Hu Mingchen said stubbornly.

"Well, yes, I like your energy." Suddenly, Pei Qiang's expression changed: "Then why are you still lying down? The clouds have appeared on the horizon. Are you planning not to sleep tonight? Let's go quickly.

, remember, you have to wash your clothes before going to bed, otherwise I'm afraid you won't have anything to wear tomorrow."

After saying this, Pei Qiang stood up and jumped off the stage, while Hu Mingchen had no choice but to get up in a hurry and follow Pei Qiang back with his exhausted body.

After returning to the dormitory, after Hu Mingchen changed his clothes, Pei Qiang took him to the infirmary and asked the medical soldiers to apply medicine to his wound. In summer, if the wound is not treated with timely anti-inflammation, it will easily become infected.

After that, Hu Mingchen went to the cafeteria to eat.

After being hungry for a day, Hu Mingchen felt as if he had been hungry for a week. Not only did his appetite increase much more than usual, but his eating speed also became more efficient. He devoured everything he caught in two mouthfuls.

In health care, it is said that you should chew your food carefully and slowly, but this does not exist in the army.

After dinner, Hu Mingchen returned to the training ground by himself. Pei Qiang asked Deng Xiaoyong to prepare a field backpack for him and wait at the training ground.

"Little brother, are you okay? Twenty kilograms and ten kilometers." Deng Xiaoyong asked, shaking his luggage bag in front of Hu Mingchen.

"It seems that in your army, no one can say no, you have to do it even if you can, and you have to do it if you can't, right?" Hu Mingchen took the heavy bag and threw it on his shoulder and said.

Deng Xiaoyong was stunned for a moment, then smiled: "Yes, he is indeed the person chosen by Captain Song. Since you are confident, then go for it."

As expected, Hu Mingchen turned around and left with his backpack on his back.

Hu Mingchen had just taken a few steps when Deng Xiaoyong's voice came from behind: "One hour, it must be completed within one hour, otherwise five kilometers will be added."

Hu Mingchen was walking well at first, but when he heard Deng Xiaoyong's words, he almost bent his knees and fell down.

There are pits, there are pits everywhere!

Hu Mingchen thought there was no time limit. Pei Qiang never said how long it would take to complete the ten kilometers of weight-bearing. He thought it would be the same as the training assigned in the morning, as long as Hu Mingchen completed it. Who knows, but an hour was temporarily added.

Restrictions, holy shit, this is too treacherous.

"What are you still doing? The timer has already started." Deng Xiaoyong's urging voice came from behind again.

Hu Mingchen raised his hand and glanced at his watch, then rushed forward.

Hu Mingchen would have no problem running a ten-kilometer run within an hour without carrying any weight. Even if it was a cross-country race, he was confident that he could complete it. But now twenty kilograms of weight were added to his body, which was a bit heavy.

For people of the same age as Hu Mingchen, in rural areas, walking with 20 kilograms of stuff on their backs is not a big problem, as long as they walk and rest. But if they are required to cover ten kilometers in one hour, no one can achieve it.

One thing Hu Mingchen didn't know was that the restrictions placed on him by Pei Qiang were stricter and tougher than the general army requirements.

In ordinary troops, sometimes they are required to do a ten-kilometer cross-country trip with heavy loads, and the time is sometimes limited to one hour. But that is based on the group, which means that as long as the last person is within one hour, it will be fine.

There are no specific requirements for whether you are being helped to arrive or being dragged.

So we will see a situation in the news, that is, when the troops are making zippers, some soldiers will help their comrades carry their luggage and guns, and some soldiers will support a struggling comrade in two groups.

Performing an action collectively can help, encourage and support each other.

But Hu Mingchen couldn't do it. He was alone, and there was no one to cheer him up. He had to complete the ten-kilometer load-bearing task alone and helpless.

At the beginning, even though there was a forty kilogram weight on his shoulders, Hu Mingchen's movements were still very fast and he did not suffer much lag.

But after all, he had just completed an overload of training today, and his hands and feet were injured, especially the broken skin between his thighs, which had some impact on his movements. Even with the medicine, when running

After getting up, the friction between the skin and the pants will still cause the medicated wound to break open again, causing strong irritation and pain.

At three kilometers, Hu Mingchen raised his hand and looked at his watch. It took fifteen minutes.

Based on a simple preliminary calculation, the speed seems pretty good and can be completed within an hour.

But Hu Mingchen knew that this was not enough, far from it. The speed in the front was already fast, but the further back, the greater the physical exertion, and the speed would inevitably be affected and slowed down.

If you can't buy time in the front, it will be even more difficult later.

But Hu Mingchen also knows that the speed cannot be too fast. Once the speed in front is too fast and causes excessive physical exertion, then simply stop running behind. The best way is to move forward at a constant speed and even retain a little bit of sprinting energy.

Hu Mingchen’s years of running training are not in vain.

Although you can't speed up, you must at least maintain the current speed for the next five kilometers, otherwise, it will be difficult to complete. Hu Mingchen thought in his heart.

The idea is good, but the considerable conditions make it impossible for him to maintain it at all. The forty pounds of weight are not for nothing, and the previous physical exertion cannot be recovered in the time of eating a meal, changing clothes and applying some medicine.

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At six kilometers, Hu Mingchen looked at his watch again and saw that it had already taken thirty-two minutes. In other words, Hu Mingchen took seventeen minutes for the second three kilometers, which was two minutes longer than the first three kilometers.

This is due to Hu Mingchen's strong foundation. For a long time, he used sandbags on his feet to help him run, which is equivalent to a certain degree of weight-bearing training. If it were not for this foundation, I am afraid that Hu Mingchen would have at least exceeded the six kilometers.

Forty minutes.

"Can't lose, absolutely can't lose. The more they torture me, the more I can't be looked down upon by others." Hu Mingchen always warned and encouraged himself in his heart.

Every time he ran an extra lap, Hu Mingchen felt as if his back and shoulders were about to break, and the soles of his feet felt like they were about to be worn out.

What Hu Mingchen wore on his feet was either the professional lightweight running shoes or the ordinary liberation shoes in the army.

By the time he reached the ninth lap, Hu Mingchen had already spent 53 minutes. He now only had seven minutes left.

Seven minutes seemed like a long time compared to the previous one, but the physical exertion made it extremely difficult for Hu Mingchen to take every step forward. His breathing had lost its rhythm, and his throat was so dry that it was almost smoking.