"So, what about you? Can you tell me why you're following us? Liu Lang gently swung his arms to soothe his aching muscles, and asked in a deep voice at Mo Xiaomei, a young soldier who was staggering forward but still didn't choose to stop.

Liu Lang was actually very surprised, he may have thought that there would be someone who could compare with him, after all, he is not the self he used to be in time and space, and the tenacity of the Northwest man is also famous throughout the country, there are always two or three outstanding ones who can catch up with him at this time.

But he really didn't expect that there would be Mo Kitten among these two or three people.

His platoon commander Mo Xuanqing was actually very good, although he only ran five laps and withdrew from the competition, he fainted.

The scholar's second lieutenant's will can be called tenacious, but his physical strength still needs to be exercised.

Mo Xiaomei's uncle Liu Jinzuo is also good, as a veteran, he insisted on quitting until the twelfth lap, if nothing else, he should be selected.

After all, according to the 150 people selected by 2,700 people, which is equivalent to 18 to 1 selection, the 15 people from the 218 regiment communication platoon have exceeded this average ratio.

But the 218th Regiment Communication Platoon earned enough face for their Regiment Commander Dong, in addition to Liu Jinzuo and Mo Xiaomei, who is still holding on, there is actually a guy who doesn't look very strong but insists on quitting until the last 30 years, and he ran 14 laps.

It wasn't until later that Liu Lang knew that when the sergeant named Su Huikai was about to fall to the ground, it was the head of the family who personally stepped forward to support him, and when he met people, he said that this was a soldier from the communication platoon of our regiment headquarters.

It can be said that from that time on, the 218 regiment was already one of the winners of the four infantry regiments.

But obviously it was not enough, there was still one person in the 218th Regiment Communications Platoon who was insisting, and the youngest was no more than fifteen years old. If it weren't for Lao Wang on the hillside, because the 217th Regiment also had a Zhen Dazhuang insisting, it is estimated that his eyes would have turned red with anger again.

And the commanders of the other two infantry regiments only have big eyes and envy, who let their two subordinates not have such a "pervert"! One is strong and the other is thin, but on the contrary, it is the special mother who can persevere.

"Did I pass?" Mo Xiaomei looked at Liu Lang blankly and answered the question.

Mo Xiaomei's eyes that should have been clear looked extremely dazed at this time, although he looked at Liu Lang with his eyes, Liu Lang could feel that there was actually no himself in his eyes.

Liu Lang knew that this little guy was still moving, and he could even speak, but in fact, he had already fallen into a slight coma.

Coma is actually a kind of protection for the human body, when it is subjected to a huge external stimulus or the body function is about to collapse, the human brain will actively fall into a deep sleep, in order to effectively protect the body.

But this little guy actually created a miracle, in a coma, he could still maintain a certain level of consciousness and behavior, this kind of strong willpower, but Liu Lang in his previous life had never reached it.

The cold expression on Liu Lang's face softened, this good seedling that fell from the sky was really gratifying, he was even stronger than that strong big man.

"Little one, you've passed." Because He Datou also ran to participate in the assessment, Lao Wang, who was no one cared about, had already jumped down the hill near the end of the assessment, and was helping Liu Lang answer at this time.

Although he was not a soldier under him, Mo Kitten's age easily reminded Lao Wang of his son. What is his son doing now? Is it at school or in the countryside? Although he can't see it, he only wants to come to those two places, but this little guy who is similar to his son has come to the battlefield where he is dying.

This inevitably made Lao Wang feel pity.

He didn't want this stubborn boy about the same age as his son to fall here, even if it was a battlefield that belonged to him.

"Passed?" Mo Xiaomei's eyes unconsciously rolled a few times and muttered:

"I can join the death squad。。。。。。 Revenge for my father and uncle? ”

After speaking, as soon as his body weakened, he fell into the arms of Lao Wang, who rushed out in a hurry.

"Doctor, hydrate immediately!" Liu Lang stood panting. Several doctors and nurses had already prepared and put the unconscious Mo kitten on a stretcher.

Liu Lang is well aware of the dangers that people face when they run into a state of fainting.

The marathon at the Olympic Games, which is 40 kilometers and 195 meters away, is dedicated to the memory of the brave warrior who ran 40 kilometers and 195 meters from the marathon to Athens before 490 A.D. to deliver the news of victory to his compatriots.

The strong willpower actually exceeded the limit of life, and Liu Lang didn't expect to see another one today.

However, Liu Lang believes that Mo Kitten will be fine, not only a scientific judgment, but also a warrior's intuition. This young man with an incomparable talent for fighting, since he appeared, how could he fold his wings in an assessment of his body and will!

Liu Lang's eyes were fixed on the big man named Zhen Dazhuang.

Although he is already crumbling, although he is close to running out of oil, Liu Lang knows that he will definitely finish running, even if his current dream is just for a mere two hundred oceans.

Because, his mother is sick.

It is a very simple dream, but it highlights the national tradition.

This big man is fierce on the outside, but pure as crystal on the inside.

An assessment made Liu Lang unexpectedly pick up two treasures.

One circle, 3 miles, is not long to say, and short is not short.

But Liu Lang stood in place and waited for half an hour before he saw the figure of the big man.

He was no longer running, but walking, or moving, moving step by step.

All the soldiers at the scene looked at the figure silently, and no one made the slightest sound, as if they were afraid that any noise they made would disturb the man who seemed to be strong but was already vulnerable.

Everyone knew that even a baby could easily knock down this strong man who was already extremely tired.

He was so tired.

"Good! Da Zhuang, very good! Lao Wang muttered to himself with regret on his face.

I don't know if he regrets that a good soldier was tortured like this by Liu Lang with 200 oceans, or because such an elite soldier is about to leave his 217th regiment and join the death squad.

Perhaps, it's a bit of both!

Zhen Dazhuang didn't know how many pairs of eyes were staring at him, he just knew that he had to ask for these 200 yuan, and with these 200 yuan, his mother could not only survive this summer, but even be completely cured!

Therefore, when his legs were no longer able to support his body and fell to the ground, the fragile nose collided with the earth, and the boiling blood seemed to find an outlet and gushed out, Zhen Dazhuang opened his mouth and laughed silently.

The big guy didn't expect that bleeding would allow him to recover some strength, even if that little strength was still not enough to stand up.

If he can't stand up, it doesn't matter, he can still move forward, in another way.