Liu Lang's endurance is far beyond everyone's imagination, after experiencing the limits of his body, although it is not as mysterious as it is said in martial arts novels, and he is full of blood and blue in an instant, but Liu Lang does not feel as painful as before, and his heavy legs are even more agile.

Two more laps of silent running.

Most of the last dozen or so soldiers finally couldn't move, and were quickly helped aside by the prepared medical team to replenish the light salt water.

There are still two people who can continue to run behind Liu Lang.

One is a big man whose upper body is completely stripped naked, revealing a body of muscles and tendons.

The bronzed muscles shine with a healthy glow in the early summer sun, and just looking at this body, you know that you are a good man.

But the man was now like a fish exposed to the sun, his godless eyes and white, parched lips that showed everyone that he was at the end of his crossbow.

Seeing that he was about to fall to the ground, everyone knew that perhaps, the next moment, would be his end.

And not far behind the big man, there was a thin figure who was also trudging hard.

He was not wearing a military uniform, and the obviously wide coarse cloth clothes that he was wrapped in the crooks of his arms and legs looked ridiculously ill-fitting on his figure.

No one laughed, though.

There are still more than 2,000 people who can still run, and now there are only three left.

This, at first glance, looks like a child soldier, and is one of them.

But he already qualified and earned the respect of everyone.

Everyone stopped the hustle and bustle, their eyes widened, staring at the three slow, but still moving figures, and they still didn't give up.

At this moment, only silence can express the respect of all.

"Soldier, tell me, why are you still running?" Liu Lang, who was in front, suddenly jogged back, jogged beside the big man, and asked with all his might, with difficulty.

"Whew。。。。。。 Call..... I want money. The big man turned his head to look at the strange man next to him, who liked to run, and replied with the same difficulty as he gasped.

"My mother is sick." The big man then added with difficulty.

Then he didn't pay attention to Liu Lang anymore, opened his mouth and breathed desperately to move forward, and if he said one more word, the big man felt that his heart was about to pop out.

Ming Yu, who had been standing in the closest place to them and watching Liu Lang and the soldiers running, felt that his eyes were wet, as if rain suddenly fell in the sky.

At first, she didn't understand why these men, who could have stopped, insisted on it, but now, she understood a little.

Zhen Dazhuang really felt that he was dying, and the sharp pain in his chest seemed to be wailing at him: Stop, stop, if you don't stop, I'm going to explode, just like the grenade you throw.

But, if you stop, there will be no more of those 100 oceans!

A while ago, I came to Chahar to do business, and a letter from a fellow villager made Zhen Dazhuang, a big man, cry several times in a place where no one was.

My mother's lung disease is getting worse and worse, and the violent cough makes the old man unable to sleep at night, and it is very likely that he will not be able to survive this summer.

Zhen Dazhuang wanted to send money to his mother to buy medicine, but the entire 29th Army, from officers to soldiers, did not pay before the war, and only paid one month's salary per person when they arrived at the front line. But what's the use, in this big mountain, he can't send it back even if he has money.

A dignified big man, he didn't even have the money to buy medicine for his mother, Zhen Dazhuang felt that he might as well die.

Since the beginning of the battle, Zhen Dazhuang has been charging ahead, and he has only one wish, either to make meritorious service or to die, both of which can be sent to him by the commander, and the money sent home by the military department can buy medicine for his mother.

His wish came true, and in the first battle in the early morning of the day before yesterday, he killed four Japanese soldiers, and the regimental headquarters issued him 10 pieces of Xian Dayang on the same day. The money is not much, and the military salary of 5 yuan is not enough to cure my mother's illness.

But Zhen Dazhuang also understands the commanders, in the battle the day before yesterday, as many as 1,000 brothers died, and the only money in the military department has to give priority to them to pay bereavement benefits, and there are also brothers who have broken arms and legs and lost their ability to work, they also have to be able to continue to live in the future.

But even so, 15 pieces of ocean can't reach his mother's hands, which is what Zhen Dazhuang is anxious about. And this battle, I don't know when it will be over.

But Captain Liu Lang Liu gave him a chance, as long as he ran to the top 150 and passed the assessment, he could not only get 100 yuan, but also be sent home from Shanxi within a month, which was what Zhen Dazhuang needed most.

In any case, he will not give up.

"I promise you, as long as you keep running one more lap, I'll give you another hundred oceans." Liu Lang yelled in the ear of Zhen Dazhuang, who was already unconscious and was about to fall.

"Give another hundred 。。。。。。" Zhen Dazhuang muttered, as if he had been injected with a stimulant, and his already confused eyes had a little more brilliance.

Exhaling a mouthful of rough breath with the smell of blood, Zhen Dazhuang buried his head and launched a charge against the second hundred pieces of the ocean at a speed slower than ordinary people walking.

Yes, charge.

Oh, yes! The doctor said that my mother's lung disease is a disease of wealth! Not only to be cured, but also to be raised! A hundred dollars is not enough, so another hundred dollars.

For an extra hundred yuan, for his mother's illness, Zhen Dazhuang fought hard.

Only Zhen Dazhuang's heavy footsteps could be heard in the silence around, like a war drum of a charge, beating on everyone.

After a jog, Liu Lang finally stopped his steps.

Sensing the constant shaking of his body muscles, Liu Lang knew that the physical fitness of his body had reached the limit for the second time, and it would only be useless to continue running, it was not impossible to cross the limit twice in a row, and the best result was to recuperate in bed for at least a week, and he didn't have any time now.

Of course, more importantly, he's in a good mood right now.

Fully armed with a weight of 20 pounds, in the absence of systematic training, one-tenth of the more than 2,000 soldiers ran tenaciously for almost 40 miles, and even more than a dozen people followed him for more than 40 miles.

Their physical fitness and fortitude of will far exceeded what he had ever understood of the soldiers of this era.

His former nation was not as weak as he imagined.

They lacked artillery, guns, even bullets, food, but never courage and tenacity.

Without these two items, I am afraid that there would not be that country or nation that has been fighting against them for fourteen years under the attack of a strong enemy who has been ahead of them for more than ten years in the entire industrial system.

As the great man said: It is never the weapons that determine the victory or failure of a war, but the people themselves.

These soldiers are already qualified to be elite, no matter in that country or that time and space.