New runners generally run 5 to 6 kilometers in an hour, while amateur runners can generally run at least 9 to 10 kilometers in an hour.

The requirement for the soldiers of the reconnaissance company is that they must reach more than 10 kilometers. You must know that under this condition, additional equipment is required. One lap of the mountain trail is 10 kilometers, and three laps of 30 kilometers need to be completed within two hours. This requires Yang

Not hungry, they must maintain an average speed of 15 kilometers per hour to reach this standard.

Such conditions are almost unmanageable. When the reconnaissance company selected the places for the special brigade assessment, the hurdle of 12 kilometers per hour blocked 98% of the people.

Without the bonus of using the breathing formula, in fact Yang Buxuan's speed was not much ahead of the others.

At the end of the first lap, the distance between the five of them could still be maintained, but everyone's breath had begun to become disordered. By the time the second lap was just halfway through, Zhang Xiaofan, Yao Bing, and Lou Xiaoqi had already been left behind by more than a hundred people.

meters away.

Now only Chen Shaoan is left with Yang Buxian, who can barely walk side by side. In fact, running is the same as driving all night on the highway. That is, if there is a target to chase in front of you, you will feel less tired. So in this ups and downs, what is behind

People can basically keep up and finish the second lap.

At this time, an hour and a half had passed, and there was basically no hope of completing the last lap within half an hour. Now that the other three people could no longer be seen behind them, they could still barely keep up with Yang Buxu.

Chen Shaoan couldn't help but feel competitive at this time.

During this period of time, I had seen many wonderful things about Yang Buxu. The young master of the Chen family in Kyoto, who had always been the proud son of heaven, looked at the guy next to him who was also about to reach his limit, and couldn't help but speed up a little more than half his body.

Indeed, Yang Buxu's body has now reached its limit. His whole lungs feel as hot and painful as fire. His "split rest" method for the upper and lower body, which once outperformed Zhou Bo in the recruit camp, has no effect at all under the weight-bearing condition.

use.

Now the third lap has just begun. Seeing that there is not much time left to cover the distance, Yang Buxuan slowly calmed down and began to breathe regularly.

A cool breath slowly gathered from around the belly button to the chest, calming the chest that was about to explode at this time. This is like the role of a car water tank, the overloaded engine is immediately cooled.

But before Yang Buxian had time to enjoy the "welfare", the consequences that followed immediately appeared. His already empty stomach kept making long and incomparable "protest sounds".

Chen Shaoan, who was still feeling smug about being half a body ahead, suddenly discovered that Yang Buxian next to him suddenly surged in speed after making a cry similar to that of a bullfrog. He easily overtook him and then rode Juechen and ran towards the camp.

.This speed is even several minutes faster than at the beginning. The sense of superiority that was finally raised was instantly trampled from the height to the ground.

Regarding the threshold he set, Sun Zhipeng felt that the five people could not complete it no matter what. His purpose was just to consume their physical strength in the shortest time. And there were many kinds of mental torture projects behind this.

Hold them.

Langtou was given less than 100 hours. Excluding the testing time, there was only so much that could really be used to concoct them.

It looked like it would be more than 2 hours, and Sun Zhipeng planned to finish smoking this cigarette and then drive to Mian Tai to say a few words and add some spices. But before he could take out the lighter, he saw Yang Buqi's strong steps on the mountain road in the distance.

Rush towards yourself quickly.

He rubbed his eyes and thought he was dazzled, because it was absolutely impossible for him to run the 30-kilometer mountain road with a heavy load in two hours.

"Is this guy still a human? Isn't he awesome?"

Sun Zhipeng opened his mouth wide. Such a scene that far exceeded common sense really shocked him.

At this time, Yang Buxian was not as relaxed as Sun Zhipeng had seen. The strong sense of hunger coupled with the renewed consumption of physical strength at this time, he was at the end of his strength and could only rely on his breath to support himself.

Finally, at 1 hour, 58 minutes and 26 seconds, he was finally able to step into the camp gate.

"Good...very...very good...you barely passed. Now, within 5 minutes, you must thread all 10 needles in my hand and separate the pile of soybeans and mung beans."

From extreme movement to extreme stillness, Sun Zhipeng's mission is basically two extremes, and what he wants is this effect. At this time, Yang Buqian's heart was beating violently, and the muscles all over his body were shaking spasmodically. It was difficult to even move, let alone

It's a needle thread.

Seeing Yang Buxu's astonished expression, he thought he was stunned by the training program arranged by his genius and creativity. He spread out the sewing needle in his hand in an elegant posture, waiting for Yang Buxu to pick it up.

But what he didn't expect was that Yang Buxing's eyes were fixed on the piles of yellow and mung beans on the ground at this time. Now he was just like an African refugee, as long as it was food. Then Sun Zhipeng was stunned and covered his ears with lightning speed.

He rushed towards the pile of beans on the ground, clicked, clicked, stuffed them into his mouth and chewed them with all his strength.

Seeing Yang Buxu's completely unreasonable move, Sun Zhipeng didn't know what to make for a moment.

"Mom, are you really so hungry if you don't eat all day? When I fought with the herds of animals from country M in the Gobi Desert of Afghanistan for more than ten days, I have never been so hungry!"

A pound of beans, and they were still raw, was eaten clean by Yang Buxuan in less than 20 seconds. While sighing that he had a good appetite, Sun Zhipeng even admired his good teeth.

A full 25 minutes passed before Chen Shaoan arrived late. At this time, Yang Buxuan, who was squatting on the ground, had already threaded the 30th needle. As for the beans, Sun Zhipeng thought it was better to leave them to others to share.

After that, almost all of the five people, except Yang Buxian, had reached the expected state. Their physical fitness, hunger, and energy levels had all dropped to the limit.

So four people, including Chen Shaoan, were taken away respectively. As for Yang Buxian, in his current state, he was sent to the beach to continue carrying sandbags according to the drawings, at least for a while.

"This kid is really good. You have a really good vision, Wolf Head. After all the trouble, you can still run 30 kilometers. You have to hold on tight this time. Don't be like that good young man who participated in the exercise last time."

I was forced to leave by that group of people.”

Ma Chaogang smiled from ear to ear. You must know that if Yang Buxian really had that level of potential, the combat effectiveness of the team would more than double.

Seeing Yang Buxu's performance on the big screen, Qin Feng was also ecstatic, but his face didn't show it. When he heard Ma Chaogang's words, he quickly deleted the video. It was not easy to meet another person.

, no matter what, he has to keep it for himself. As for the need for special resources, he still doesn't believe that the entire Langya can't support him as a soldier.

"Quickly, tell that boy Sun Zhipeng to kill him for me."

It was rare for Qin Feng to be so restless. Thinking that the team he had built in the near future would have extremely strong combat effectiveness, the next test became even more important.

"old

Ma, we have to secretly change Yang Buxu's information immediately. All the evaluations should be revised to above average. This is not afraid of ten thousand, just in case. Don't let other people handle this matter, you can do it yourself!

"

Qin Feng kept rubbing the bullet on his neck. This subconscious action betrayed how excited he was.

"What? Modifying top-secret files! This is against discipline. What if..."

Before Ma Chaogang finished speaking, he was interrupted by Qin Feng with a gesture. He turned around slowly, his eyes already full of murderous intent.

"Chaogang, this is an opportunity! An opportunity for revenge! Have you forgotten the revenge of the boss, the third, and the fourth? It should have been you and me who died back then, but I will always remember this bullet!

What did those people promise us when they took him away? But after so many years, have they avenged themselves? So this time, no matter what, we cannot let them discover Yang Buxu, that scumbag, we will definitely kill him with our own hands!

"

Ma Chaogang didn't hesitate anymore. He nodded to Qin Feng and quickly left the control room. Qin Feng looked at the big screen again, staring at Yang Buxuan who was carrying sandbags inside...

Yang Buxuan was very curious about where the Yao soldiers were taken. But now he can only complete the impossible task of 1,000 sandbags.

He had always had a suspicion in his mind that Sun Zhipeng's purpose of doing this was simply to drain himself of his physical strength. Otherwise, he would not have been able to arrange such a training task so brainlessly.

Thinking of this, Yang Buxu certainly would not use that breathing formula to kill himself again. So, after carrying the 78th sandbag, he finally fell down gloriously.

Similarly, like Yao Bing and others, two guys with hoods came and took him away.

Before he could take a breath, Yang Buxuan was quickly taken to the front of the building in the middle of the camp. When he was about to ask, he was asked to take off all his clothes, including his underwear, but he was only left with

Got a pair of shoes.

Anyway, it's not the first time I've taken off my clothes in front of others, but now I really can't lift my hands to take off my clothes, and they're shaking so much that I can't even unbutton the buttons. In the end, I need the help of two people around me to do it.

Yang Buxuan, who was skinned like a white-skinned pig, was then taken into the elevator. He didn't know how many floors he had descended. Anyway, he counted in his mind that it would take at least more than a minute before the elevator stopped.

When he just stepped out of the elevator door, he suddenly saw Yao Bing, who was also naked but locked in an iron cage. If he hadn't known that he was inside the Chinese Spike Special Forces, Yang Buxu would have rescued him long ago.

Yao Bing's condition was very bad at this time. He had only come in eight or nine hours earlier than Yang Buxu, but from the bloodshot eyes and salivation at the corners of his mouth, it could be seen that the torture he suffered was not light.

"Brother, what are you doing?"

Yang Buxu wanted to ask what was going on, but before he could react, he was hit in the back of the head and passed out immediately.

Obviously the glass outside the iron cage was one-way, and Yao Bing inside did not see what was going on outside. And Yang Buxian was dragged away by the two of them. If he was still awake at this moment, he would have discovered that it was not just Yao Bing.

, Zhang Xiaofan, Chen Shaoan and Lou Xiaoqi were also locked in the next few cages. And there were more than a dozen medical staff in white coats outside.
Chapter completed!