Because of the large number of people who participated in the test, the venue for the endurance test was set up outside the barracks. Pen? Interesting? Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 The info barracks is very large, a circle is ten miles, so the endurance test of recruits is to run around the barracks.

Beiyan has a large population, and the heavy troops are stationed in Wenshi City, and the nearby is naturally crowded with migrants from all over the world, they hear the movement in the barracks, and both men, women, and children have run out to see the excitement, they stand on the side of the road, and they are smiling, like a festival, which dilutes the solemnity of the test site a lot.

The recruits saw that there were many people gathered around the field, and one by one they straightened up, their expressions were solemn, and the brand-new military uniforms made them look cold and handsome, which provoked the girls in the crowd to point their fingers and smile from time to time.

In order to prevent someone from cheating, or accidents from happening, there are quite a few soldiers along the road who are responsible for monitoring and maintaining order.

With the instructor's order, a thousand recruits rushed out of the starting line like a torrent of sluice gates in the cheering of the people along the way.

For the recruits in Gyeongbok Town and Jiangjun Village, running laps is already familiar, but the physical strength consumed yesterday has not fully recovered now, and their legs are sore. Of course, the instructors don't say, and they don't dare to complain about anything. However, they didn't gamble on speed at this time, after all, this test result involved their future development in the army, so it was better to take it seriously.

Zhang Tiaoyue is indeed good at running, and he was in the lead position from the beginning, and he didn't want to miss any opportunity to beat Jiang Du.

He was thin since he was a child, lack of strength, several teachers for his physical condition, for him to develop a light and fast development route, especially emphasis on speed training, dad also spent a lot of money to buy a set of "whirlwind" body method for him to learn, Zhang Tiaoyue is indeed willing to work hard, hard study for ten years, practice as light as a swallow, fast as the wind, the speed of the run is particularly amazing, known as the "little whirlwind". Moreover, in order to make himself look powerful and domineering in fights, he has never interrupted his strength training.

However, Zhang Tiaoyue's true ambition is to become a flying archer. At the age of eighteen, he is already a fourth-level archer.

In order to achieve "if you shoot, you will hit, and if you shoot, you will die!" He collected a lot of information about Feiling archers, and set many goals based on this, and trained hard. And Fei Ling has an ability, that is, to travel long distances, because he often participates in assassinations and is often chased and killed, Fei Ling must have good endurance and speed, so Zhang Tiaoyue will run along Gyeongbok Town every morning, and over the years, his endurance has become better and better.

The distance of 5,000 meters was just a warm-up for him. If you can't get the first place this time, it's simply unreasonable!

Zhang Tiaoyue thought about it in her heart, but her feet were slowly speeding up, and the running rhythm of Xiao Hei and the others was disrupted by him, and after a while, they were thrown away by more than ten meters.

Now in the team, several echelons are distinct, Zhang Tiaoyue, Xiao Hei, and more than 30 thin young people are running steadily in the first echelon, Jiang Du, Lei Ahu and more than 200 people are running in the second echelon, and Ergouzi is in the third echelon, he has the largest number of echelons, with more than 500 people, and the bulky Cui Jingde is far behind in the last echelon of the team and belongs to the fourth echelon.

Zhang Tiaoyue glanced behind her, and saw that everyone had been pulled down a distance of thirty or forty meters, and Jiang Du didn't know where he was thrown at, so he was happy in his heart, smiled easily, and was a little faster under his feet.

He looked white and clean, his whole body was sweating at this time, his complexion was white and red, coupled with his focused expression, sharp eyes, and wind-blown hair, which made him look like a unique charm, causing the girl on the side of the road to tremble and scream.

Jiang Du ran in the second echelon at this time, with an even speed, steady breathing, and seemed very relaxed. However, in the past two days, he has always had a strange feeling, that is, when he is doing some strenuous movements, his limbs are always uncoordinated, such as running and hitting people.

From the beginning of the slap of Zhang Tiaoyue, he found this problem, in his subconscious, his speed should be faster, but after making the move, he found that it was half a beat slower than the imagined speed, he didn't know where this feeling came from, in short, it was very awkward.

So while he ran, he carefully experienced his movements, and as for who ran first, he didn't care.

Why is it always half a beat slower when it's faster? How can I make myself faster?

As he was running, he heard a child on the side of the road in front of him say loudly:

"Dad, you see that big man is lazy!"

"Shhhh Don't talk nonsense! ”

"I'm not talking nonsense, he doesn't run hard at all......"

Hearing the child's words, Jiang Du's heart trembled suddenly, and a flash of inspiration flashed in his mind.

He finally understood where his body was awkward?

The answer is no force!

He heard Jiang honestly say that he was a thin child with martial arts five years ago, and because of amnesia, he had no impression of his own martial arts, that is to say, his current force control is still in the consciousness of five years ago, and it is completely inapplicable to his current body.

If you punched five years ago, you need 200 pounds of strength, and now you need 500 pounds, otherwise you will lose your speed due to lack of strength.

That's right! It must be so!

He began to try to increase the strength of his legs, and his speed increased a lot, and in an instant, he surpassed the few people in front of him.

Oh, that's how it feels! Jiang Du's puppet face, which had not changed for thousands of years, finally had a hint of joy, and he carefully felt the control of the force, and the speed was gradually accelerating......

Unconsciously, Zhang Tiaoming had turned the last corner of the barracks, with only the last 1,000 meters left, listening to the cheers, exclamations, and screams coming from beside him, and his heart was extremely comfortable.

The first place belongs to me, and the little whirlwind deserves its name!

He decided to accelerate again in the last 400 meters, and although it hurt his body, he could leave everyone with the feeling of riding a dust, and he wanted to win this victory in the most gorgeous way!

Finally arrived at the place of the sprint, Zhang Tiaoyue adjusted her breathing, her legs suddenly exerted force, her body was like a swift in the wind, jumping off lightly, fluttering chic, and the screams of the girls became even more crazy.

Scream! Rejoice! I'm coming! Zhang Tiaoyue perked up, strode away, and ran towards the end point that was close at hand.

"Little general, the slave family is here again!"

Suddenly, there were two coquettish cries in front of him, and two slender figures suddenly appeared on the route of Zhang Tiaoyue's running, which turned out to be two young girls who admired and waited at the finish line.

Zhang Tiaoyue, who was concentrating on the sprint, only to feel a gust of fragrant wind coming to her nose, and then, she crashed into a pile of soft meat without reservation.

The soft fragrance was in his arms, and he was delicate, but Zhang Tiaoyue had a feeling that the world was collapsing, and at the same time, he vaguely heard the sound of rapid and heavy footsteps behind him, and a figure passed by.

Zhang Tiaoming desperately shook off the entanglement of the two women, got up from the ground in embarrassment, looked at the close end with a sluggish face, looked at the tall back that crossed the finish line, and cried blood and wailed in his heart:

Nima! And there is no heavenly reason! (To be continued.) )