If you say surprised, then Jiang Bao must be the first one to be surprised among everyone.

The clock is back to 30 seconds ago.

Hearing the sudden explosion of cheering from a hundred meters away, for no reason, Jiang Bao felt like a hot current flowing from the Tianling Gai to the soles of his feet, as if he had a little more strength in his body.

To be honest, although it is better than the fat man behind him, whose voice is already thick and thick like a cow's hum, the leg muscles have become stiff, and the chest cavity is as hot as a bonfire, and the corporal who has been in the army for more than 6 years knows that this is also a sign that his physical fitness has reached a critical value.

That's because he's never run at this speed before, and just looking at the first 4,000 meters, it's nearly a minute better than his best time, although he also knows that with this kind of physical condition, it will be difficult for him to continue at this speed.

However, in the roaring shouts of hundreds of people, Jiang Bao's face showed determination, even if he was tired, he had to run down, not for himself, but also for the new comrades-in-arms who chose to stand with him.

Just when he was silently cheering himself up, Tang Lang's voice suddenly came: "Jiang Bao, can you still do it?" ”

Although he was slightly stunned and didn't understand Tang Lang's question, Jiang Bao still nodded sincerely. He didn't dare to open his mouth like Tang Lang, every time he said one more word, he didn't know how much effort it would take, and the wind that was exhaled into his mouth could literally ignite his lungs that were almost burning.

"Promise me, if the fat man can't run, even if he drags or carries it, he will get him to the end!" Tang Lang's voice continued to come. "Because, he is our comrade-in-arms, no matter whether I am in the Southwest Military Region or you in the Northeast Military Region, I believe that there is no habit of leaving behind his comrades-in-arms."

Nonsense, what the hell are you trying to express? If you have the strength to be reasonable, then you should go after Professor Zhen, then Lao Tzu may admire you more. Jiang Leopard's heart was on fire. If it weren't for this, he really had to accumulate enough strength to deal with the last 1,000 meters, and he would definitely jump up and scold his mother.

"Then, the fat man will be handed over to you." Tang Lang, who was running with his back to Jiang Leopard and taking the lead, was still talking to himself. "Leave the rest to me!"

And when the last sentence sounded in Jiang Bao's ears, Tang Lang's figure was already five or six meters in front of him.

Jiang Leopard's mouth opened uncontrollably, although it quickly closed again. However, the burning heat in his chest was still there, but at that moment he seemed to have forgotten the terrible burning heat.

What did he see?

He saw a scene that stunned everyone.

Tang Lang, who was obviously strong enough to surpass most people, but who was still obviously losing, suddenly ran wildly, like a cheetah sprinting out of a herd of wild bison.

Yes, that's right, Tang Lang is sprinting, sprinting at a high speed of nearly five or six meters per second, and it is getting faster and faster. It's so fast that it's so unexpected, it's incomparably palpitating.

That's fully armed! The whole body load is more than 20 kg. He was able to accelerate even after he had already smashed most of the so-called good results, and he did so in a sprint-like manner.

In the blink of an eye, Tang Lang broke away from the trio and led forward by more than fifty meters, like a lonely and resolute head horse, moving forward at full speed without hesitation.

Obviously, Tang Lang wanted to fulfill his previous question, and he wanted to catch up with the senior professor and surpass him. If he didn't, he would have to wait for defeat.

However, this is a distance of 1,000 meters! To choose to sprint over such a long distance, how do you need to cast a body or nerves cast of steel? And even so, so what? With a gap of nearly 400 meters, the senior professor is by no means a papier-mâché.

But no matter what, Tang Lang did this, and made the most unlikely choice under impossible circumstances.

The soldiers, who undoubtedly advocate the strong, rushed out for nearly ten seconds without hesitation, the stunned students reacted, and after the silence, the shouts on the training ground were almost earth-shattering.

Causing people to stop and look at what was going on on the training ground? When they learned that it was Professor Zhen Xiaoxiong, who was famous in the Department of Mecha Maintenance, was giving the first lesson to the freshmen, many people couldn't hold back their curiosity after all, and gathered one after another.

Then, they saw such a scene, four heavily armed soldiers, running sweaty on the training ground, the burly figure of the senior professor was familiar to many people, and they didn't know whether it was more than one lap or two laps behind the other three guys who were naturally new students, while one of the new students was running at a speed of almost 100 meters.

"! That kid is really a rookie! At this speed, you have to be tired into a dog in less than 200 meters, do you think this is a simple 200-meter run? An old bird who looked at the logo on the chest of the cadet uniform should be a third-grader, and he couldn't help but laugh after just one glance.

"Yes! A rookie is not terrible, what is terrible is a group of rookies! Is this special damn still cheering? Hey, the quality of this new life is not as good as a year! Another student, who was supposed to be in his same grade, also chimed in and sighed.

Although there was a suspicion that a stick had overturned a boatload of people, and there were disgruntled eyes from several second-year students around him, the old student had a height unique to the old student, and immediately returned to the past with an arrogant gaze. That means, you guys, then you have to show the seniors a few firsts?

But obviously, because of the fact that the third and fourth grades have dominated the major lists of the college for a long time, the second-year students are now a little better than the first-year freshmen.

And as time passed, the deafening cheers gradually stopped, and finally gradually fell silent.

Because, at this time, Tang Lang had already sprinted more than 400 meters, although the distance between him and the senior professor who did not spare his strength was nearly 150 meters, and he had a terrifying strength.

"Good boy!" Hearing the sound of cheering for Tang Lang, Zhen Xiaoxiong finally quieted down, and secretly bowed in a cold sweat, and almost capsized in the gutter.

More than a minute ago, when the shouts shook the sky, the senior professor involuntarily looked up and saw Tang Lang, who had been chased by himself for more than a lap of the tail, running wildly, like a cheetah that found its prey, but it was more than ten seconds to run out for nearly 100 meters, forcing Zhen Xiaoxiong to only disrupt his rhythm, and began to sprint at the moment when he was still more than 600 meters away from the finish line, and ran down at a speed beyond his body load for nearly 300 meters. Even with the strength of the body of a high-level third-level mecha master, it was a little unbearable.

However, that kid still can't do it after all! No one can sprint such a long distance, and Zhen, who has already made his own judgment based on the sound of the students' shouts, slowed down to calm the unbearable burning heat in his chest.

But after all, he couldn't help but look back, the kid who had disappeared in front of him and chased after him wouldn't run out of a stupid way! If that's the case, that's not what he intended.

Then, the senior professor's eyes couldn't help but widen.

That guy is still running wildly, still catching up, and the speed is still unabated.

, are you crazy? Zhen Xiaoxiong couldn't help but burst into foul language at that moment. If he's not mistaken, that guy should have sprinted more than 400 meters.

"An immortal, Lao Yan, are your students crazy?" After the gray-haired old man stared blankly for a while, he turned his gaze to Yan Chilie, who was just picking up the teacup and drinking tea, and asked in a rude tone that was extremely inconsistent with the elegance of his Chinese-style robe.

"First of all, correct a mistake of yours, he is not only my student, but also your student of Zhang Hatshui." Yan Chilie took a sip of tea lightly and smiled. "Also, as a famous professor of the college, if you let students know that you are so rude, will you smash your gold-lettered signboard of "being a man as Zhang Hatshui"? ”

"I believe it or not, my ancestors are from Southwest Sichuan, what does it matter if you say a word or two of ancestral language, this is called promoting traditional culture." The old man in the robe was full of words, and his face showed a hint of melancholy, pointing to Tang Lang who was still sprinting in the three-dimensional projection: "Yes, that kid named Tang Lang, forcing a sprint like this is harmful to the body, not to mention that he is also a winner of the "Victory Medal", if something happens in the academy, you and I will be responsible." ”

"Hehe, old man Zhang, you're good at everything, that's it! It's too much to cherish feathers. Yan Chilie smiled lightly, but his eyes were full of determination, and his tone was calm but full of pride: "Do you think anyone can get the Victory Medal?" Or will the students I choose be so useless? My Yan Chilie's students, either don't compare, or compare, and the world will be shocked. ”

Gently put down the teacup: "Don't worry, he is stronger than you, no, even better than I imagined!" ”

The robed old man stopped speaking, and his eyes refocused on Tang Lang on the training ground. Although the melancholy in his eyes remains, it is more of curiosity. He may not believe that Tang Lang can do it, but he can't disbelieve Yan Chilie.

As the only "artifact" in the Qingyu Military Academy, Yan Chilie is not playing with technology, but his combat power is unparalleled, and he naturally didn't say anything about his eyes when he looked at people.

Tang Lang on the training ground was still running wildly, like the wind.

Take a big step and rush forward.

Although the sound of his heavy breathing was almost audible to people from a hundred meters away.

He must have been tired, everyone could feel it.

Indeed, since chasing into the lair of the frontier bandits in the vast Gobi a few years ago, Tang Lang has not been so tired for a long time. His body had reached the threshold of the second limit of the human body, and his body was becoming stiff, as if his legs were no longer his own.

But, the army of the republic, there, is the strongest, not to mention, this is the place of Sun Tzu. No, to be exact, the boundaries of the grandchildren of I don't know how many generations.

I'm afraid no one knows that a poor "old man" who fell here thousands of years ago is doing his best to maintain his own dignity, or rather, the dignity of his former army.

For the sake of dignity, the soldiers of that army did not hesitate to gamble their lives. It is the eternal and immortal military soul cast by steel and iron.

"Stop! Give it up! ”

"There is no shame in losing to the professor!"

"Don't sprint, you're going to die." There are female students who have never experienced this scene and whose personality should be extremely emotional.

At this time, the old students who gathered around finally found that things may not be as simple as they imagined. Because the "rookie" on the field, who should have fallen to the ground with exhaustion, was still running wildly.

The 200 meters they imagined had already been exceeded.

"Brother, that guy, how long have you been running like this?" The third-year student who had spoken sarcastically before finally couldn't help but lean over to a new student of the mechanic department and asked in a low voice.

Looking back, there was a hint of water vapor in his eyes that even he couldn't explain, and more pride: "He has already sprinted 400 meters like this." ”

"! This brother is a ruthless man! The third-year students were shocked.

Fully armed sprint 400 meters, what kind of physical fitness does this special mother have? This year, you want to compete for the existence of the rookie king?

"They're trying to get a five-kilometre off-road with all their weapons." The new students pointed to the field with a hint of sadness and full of pride. "Now, he is chasing Professor Zhen Xiaoxiong, and there are still more than 200 meters left, but Professor Zhen has only more than 300 meters left to reach the finish line."

"It's awesome, it's only 200 meters away from Professor Zhen, it's amazing." Several third-graders gave a collective thumbs up.

"Wait, you mean they've done most of the all-armed cross-country and are almost done now?" After a long while, the old birds finally reacted, with a bit of disbelief on their faces.

"Just look at the big screen." The new trainees proudly pointed to the virtual screen on the sidelines.

The time on the big screen, the bright red number that has just crossed 13 minutes and 40 seconds is obvious.

The old birds were petrified in an instant.