A generation of soldiers begins with Feng Yuxiu traveling through time and space with Xu Sanduo

Chapter 198 The Desperate Feng Yuxiu
Lights out has been blown.

Tuo Yonggang started snoring in the blink of an eye.

Only Yuan Lang and Qi Huan were awake. They were watching them from downstairs, looking at the dark dormitories.

The night was getting deeper and deeper, maybe it was already early morning, but the sky was dark.

The two of them are carrying out their work as planned.

Yuan Lang's fingertips slid back and forth on the tactical tablet, and the infrared thermal imaging image showed the biological signs of the entire dormitory building.

Among the 42 red dots, 41 were in a dark blue state of deep sleep, and the only light dot representing Feng Yuxiu was always glowing light green of alertness.

"Heart rate 58, respiratory rate 12." Qi Huan came over to take a look at the data, "Is this kid a camel?"

"From the reconnaissance company." Yuan Lang turned off the screen.

Qi Huan was silent for a moment and asked, "Now?"

Yuan Lang said without hesitation: "Now."

Qi Huan, with a cold face, looked a little reluctant. "Every one of them has reached their limit. Their physical fitness is outstanding, at least today..."

In the darkness, Yuan Lang's gaze was like a night owl. "You can only break through when you reach your limit. Is this your first time at Old A? What's beyond the limit? Tell me what it is."

Qi Huan was stunned. "Willpower."

Yuan Lang looked at the dark dormitory building and said, "Well, now is the time to test their willpower."

Qi Huan blew the whistle.

The extremely sharp whistle exploded in the military camp like a cannonball.

Then followed Qi Huan's roaring roar, "Emergency assembly!"

In an instant, Feng Yuxiu opened his eyes, got out of bed, and quickly began to get dressed.

"Emergency assembly!" Chengcai suddenly sat up and shouted.

There was a crisp sound of paper tearing from Wu Zhe's bed. This master of optoelectronics was actually putting sanitary napkins in his combat boots - this was a veteran's secret recipe to prevent foot rubbing.

Only Tuo Yonggang, with his big bare bottom, smacked his lips and said, "It's only been two hours, where's the emergency meeting?"

Wu Zhe hurriedly said, "27, emergency meeting, today is only the first night, are you giving up?"

Tuo Yonggang was instantly stimulated and sat up straight. "My son just gave up. Do you think this old man A is a psychopath? Is he planning to turn us into Terminators? I'm not fucking Schwarzenegger."

"27, keep talking. Deducting points is a small matter. The punishment from the butcher and the devil will make you despair. 39 has a double master's degree in optoelectronics, and he dared to throw him into the cesspool this morning." Chengcai shouted after putting on his shoes.

Tuo Yonggang shuddered and hurriedly began to put on his clothes.

After everyone went down, Tuo Yonggang was the last one.

Qi Huan took a look.

"Two points deducted!"

Tuo Yonggang gritted his teeth and joined the ranks.

"Report, there are 42 trainees. Captain, please give us your instructions!" Qi Huan spoke in a clear and standard voice.

The officers and soldiers, who had been tortured for a whole day, were all a little dazed at this moment.

They felt like they had entered hell today. They had only slept for two hours, and their souls had just fallen asleep while their bodies were still struggling when they were woken up again by the perverted Qi Huan.

"He will die suddenly." Wu Zhe lowered his voice.

"Didn't you hear? They just want to kill us. There are indicators for casualties during training." Tuo Yonggang was furious because he was deducted points.

The two spoke very quietly, but Yuan Lang and Qi Huan's attention was not on the last row of people.

Looking at the sleepy and exhausted trainees in front of him, Yuan Lang's face showed deep concern. "Originally, night is the time for sleeping. I shouldn't have woken you up, but when I was about to go to sleep, I got carried away and read a book."

"One sentence in that book deeply touched me: People must strive for progress and push themselves in despair."

"I blame myself too. I shouldn't have read before going to bed. But now that I've been inspired, there's nothing I can do. Look, it's eleven o'clock now. I'll take you to see the sunrise."

"Everyone, no weights, 60 kilometers, time limit 5 hours. I'll take you to chase the rising sun, run and walk!"

After saying that, Yuan Lang got on the car and shouted to the people following behind him with a loud speaker, "Follow us, young men, be energetic!"

Tuo Yonggang gritted his teeth and said, "I don't believe he really dares to kill us. If we continue training like this, everyone will be dead in less than three days!"

"I must complain to him!"

Wu Zhe hurriedly tried to comfort him, "Just keep calm. Five hours and sixty kilometers is acceptable. Stop talking and waste your energy."

But even with that said, everyone was like zombies, numb and expressionless.

After a day of intense training and just two hours of sleep, they were being dragged out for a 60-kilometer cross-country hike through the mountains and forests.

This is only the first day!

It's only the first day and it's already hell, and there are still three months to go.

And Yuan Lang said at the beginning that the first day was the easiest.

This means that from now on, the pressure will become heavier day by day.

At the moment of becoming successful, there are dreams of becoming an officer, surpassing others, and making his father proud.

All of this disappeared in an instant, and his thoughts and dreams were completely shattered by such heavy pressure.

Only Feng Yuxiu adjusted his breathing, and there was no sign of fatigue on his face.

He had been doing this kind of long-distance forced march in the 7th Steel Company for more than two years.

Once in the morning and evening every day.

For others, this is an unattainable pressure, but for him it is just a normal training.

Moreover, the training tasks today can only be regarded as standard physical training for special forces.

In order to open the bones, he broke ten fingers with an expressionless face.

The opening of the seven tendons and eight meridians was so painful that it tortured the neurons.

Compared to the pain and torture he had been through, this was nothing.

The gasps in the queue rose and fell like a group of stranded fish.

Qi Huan's flashlight beam swept across Tuo Yonggang's exposed belly, drawing a scarlet cross on the scorebook.

Yuan Lang's combat boots rolled over the frost on the ground, making a small crackling sound.

He suddenly reached out and ripped open the collar of the soldier in the front row, shining his tactical flashlight directly at his Adam's apple, which was violently heaving. "Look at that carotid artery, it's beating faster than a rabbit."

A cold light swept across Wu Zhe's pale face. "No. 39, can you explain the lethal threshold of exercise-induced sinus tachycardia?"

"180 to 200 times per minute." Wu Zhe's glasses were covered with white mist, and the sound seemed to be squeezed out from deep in his chest.

"Precise!" Yuan Lang suddenly knocked on the hood of the jeep with the butt of his gun, startling the night owls in the treetops. "So you should thank me. I'm helping you create a medical miracle!"

He leaped onto the roof like a black panther, his combat pants revealing the sharp lines of his thigh muscles. "Attention everyone! Target: East Ridge Main Peak, 60 kilometers without load. I want to see you catch the sunrise on your faces before sunrise!"

The jeep's high beams split the night sky, and the dust swirling in the light column looked like a group of frightened phosphorescent flames.

Feng Yuxiu adjusted his breathing rhythm. The instinct he had developed over three years of working in the reconnaissance company allowed him to automatically enter a steady state of inhaling three times and exhaling once.

He could clearly feel the fibers of his training uniform rubbing against his back, and every hair on his body stood up like radar in the night wind.

At the third kilometer, the first sound of vomiting came from the end of the team.

The sour smell mixed with the sweet fragrance of dogwood, resulting in a disgusting smell of decay.

Qi Huan's jeep slowly rolled over the vomit. Yuan Lang's live commentary blared from the car's speakers: "Pay attention to runner No. 19. His running posture reminds me of a sow in my hometown who had difficulty giving birth."

Water could already be wrung out of Wu Zhe's tactical gloves.

Tiny spots of light danced on his retina, a sign of hypoglycemia.

"How far is it?" Tuo Yonggang cursed intermittently. Salt frost formed on the back of his camouflage uniform and fell off as he ran.

The crotch of his training pants had ripped at some point, and the night wind blowing in gave him goose bumps.

Feng Yuxiu suddenly accelerated and crossed a ravine. The gravel kicked up by his combat boots rolled down the cliff, and a faint echo was heard five seconds later.

At 4:03 in the morning, the outline of the main peak of Dongling was faintly visible in the mist.

Yuan Lang put down his military binoculars, and the condensation on the tube spread across his palms. "Turn on the thermal imaging."

His voice suddenly became serious. "I want to see the muscle condition."

Qi Huan adjusted the in-car terminal, the screen's fluorescent light illuminating the two people's faces. "Of the 42 red dots, 17 have begun flashing yellow warnings."

"No problem, keep running!"

The moment the morning sun pierced the clouds, the bodies scattered across the observation deck seemed petrified. Tuo Yonggang lay sprawled on the frozen rock, the rip in the crotch of his camouflage pants extending to his knees.

Wu Zhe's combat boots were soaked with blood, and the sanitary napkin was soaked with blood and solidified into dark red lumps of ice.

Chengcai's tactical vest was tilted, revealing palm-sized blisters on his shoulders, which glowed amber in the sunlight.

Only Feng Yuxiu maintained his standing posture. His combat pants were torn into tassels by the thorns, and his calf muscles trembled rhythmically with his breathing, like a recurve bow stretched to its limit.

When everyone stood on the hillside and looked at the rising sun, they felt that their bodies were left with only the instincts of a walking corpse.

Yuan Lang, wearing sunglasses and smoking, exclaimed, "Look at it all, what a beautiful scenery! This is the best viewing platform. We must learn to enjoy it."

As he said this, he took out a bottle of beer from somewhere and started drinking it in big gulps.

Feng Yuxiu glanced around and, as expected, everyone was gritting their teeth and looking furious.

Yuan Lang got enough sleep and didn't exert himself physically, so he was naturally in a good mood.

Special forces are not grassroots troops and have strict restrictions on drinking.

He came here to drink, and in front of this group of people.

"Comfortable, comfortable!" Yuan Lang burped and said with a boastful smile, "Please don't report me, just have a drink."

Feng Yuxiu's eyes flashed. Yuan Lang was now completely two different people in the confrontation between Honglan and Lan.

At this moment, he was frivolous and looked down on everyone. Although he didn't shout, there was a hint of indifference in his words and eyes.

It was as if the group of people in front of him were not the top soldiers of various military regions, but the pigs he raised.

Yes, they are a bunch of pigs.

He is the pig farmer who treats people like pigs instead of human beings.

There are only two possibilities for a person to discover such a big change in a short period of time.

Or they are in the midst of a disaster, such as the death of all family members and the collapse of their world view.

Or... he's just pretending.

Feng Yuxiu was certain that this was the so-called psychological warfare.

The self-esteem of these soldiers was completely crushed. Lao A's selection was not only about the extreme physical fitness, but also about mental suppression.

"Qi Huan, let these babies and young children take the bus back so they don't get tired."

Yuan Lang's contemptuous expression was so obvious, especially when he held a beer in his right hand and put his left hand on his waist.

"Damn it, I'm going to beat him to death!" Tuo Yonggang gritted his teeth in anger.

Even the good-tempered Wu Zhe looked extremely bad at this moment.

"In Old A, I finally understood what class inequality was. He was in control of our fate, and there was no resistance."

Wu Zhe's words made Chengcai sigh, "There's nothing we can do. He has a booklet in his left hand and a pen in his right hand. Whoever's name is written will have points deducted."

"This isn't fair. I've seen unfairness before, but it always has a bottom line. This one has no bottom line. He's even exploiting our physical strength."

"What are you doing? Kids, get in the car. I'm going to take you back to your mother." Qi Huang folded his hands and stared at everyone with a sneer.

Only Feng Yuxiu narrowed his eyes, stood up and walked towards Qi Huan.

Qi Huan had a cold expression on his face. He raised his right hand and pointed at Feng Yuxiu. "What are you doing?"

Everyone stared blankly at this boy who was not afraid of losing points.

The number on his back is so conspicuous - 42.

Chengcai's face flushed immediately, and he even looked expectant. "I know what he wants to do. Come on, Xu Sanduo, make a scene, and then you can leave. I can always stay, as long as you leave Old A and let me stay. You will never be able to catch up with me again."

He was confident that among so many people, the two who posed the greatest threat to him were Wu Zhe and Feng Yuxiu.

There is no possibility for him to surpass Wu Zhe.

The mountain of obtaining a double master's degree in optoelectronics alone is unattainable.

This is the starting point for Wu Zhe, a genius standing on the mountain range of Mount Everest.

But Feng Yuxiu has no other advantages except his good physical fitness.

After the military reform, more emphasis is placed on talent.

A highly skilled talent, his academic qualifications directly crushed Feng Yuxiu.

Chengcai suddenly felt that hope had come.

"Will the training method be the same tomorrow?" What surprised Chengcai was that Feng Yuxiu did not take the initiative to do it, nor did he try to show off. Instead, he asked a serious question.

"Fuck, what's this idiot talking about? Is he challenging the butcher? Saying his training methods are too gentle? Isn't this sending us to hell?"

Everyone gritted their teeth and wailed.

Yuan Lang smiled.

Qi Huan suddenly roared angrily:

"Stand still!"

Qi Huan's roar startled the magpies on the treetops.

Yuan Lang was playing with a silver whistle in his hand.

His eyes swept over everyone's tattered training uniforms, and suddenly he blew a series of strange rhythms - three long and two short, followed by continuous vibrato.

The hairs on the back of Feng Yuxiu's neck instantly stood up.

"Enemy attack!"

Yuan Lang's roar and the roar of the explosive bomb exploded at the same time.

The moment the bright light engulfed his vision, Feng Yuxiu rolled under the jeep relying on his memory.

His eardrums oozed warm liquid amid the high-frequency buzzing, but he could still judge from the vibrations in the ground that there were at least four groups of crossfire points.

Tuo Yonggang's screams tore through the thick smoke. He was rolling on the ground with his hands covering his eyes.

Wu Zhe curled up behind the tire and frantically dug the frozen soil with a tactical dagger - this was a conditioned reflex of anti-vertigo training.

Chengcai ran away directly, hiding under a puddle and looking around in horror.

The cry of "enemy attack" came from Yuan Lang's mouth.

Therefore, everyone panicked subconsciously.

Where did the enemy attack come from in the deep mountains and forests?

"42, what's going on? The Butcher and the Devil are gone. Is this a new training method?" Wu Zhe asked hurriedly while squatting behind Feng Yuxiu.

Feng Yuxiu stood up slightly and glanced out the car window. "Are you interested in letting Old A experience the feeling of backstabbing?"

Wu Zhe was stunned. "What do you mean?"

Feng Yuxiu lowered his voice, "Just now, the tear gas and smoke bombs were launched from at least four different directions. This means there are no more than six Old A's here, and they must be hiding behind the smoke."

Wu Zhe still looked at Feng Yuxiu in confusion.

Feng Yuxiu quietly opened the car door and took out a black object from the back seat.

Wu Zhe's pupils shrank and his voice trembled, "What are you doing? This is a grenade!"

Feng Yuxiu pulled out the bolt and said, "Isn't that what they want to do? Then do it! Is it okay?"

While speaking in Henan dialect, Feng Yuxiu threw the grenade out.

"Grenade!!! Twelve o'clock, everyone get down!" Wu Zhe let out a heart-wrenching roar.

As he looked on in horror, the grenade burst out with a tongue of fire.

boom!
The grenade exploded.

At the moment of the explosion, Feng Yuxiu rushed out instantly.

Wu Zhe gritted his teeth and followed.

He didn't know what Old A was doing, but now only Feng Yuxiu was left by his side, and the figures of the others were completely covered by the growing smoke.

He would rather believe that this is just a drill.

No, this is a drill!

But that grenade is real!

Really...it can kill people!
(End of this chapter)