He looked more nervous than the warriors around him, and a look of disbelief flashed in his eyes as quickly as he looked at Wang Haifeng, who was as fast as a cheetah.

What I heard before was hearsay, but now I see it with my own eyes.

Aside from speed, it is not something that ordinary people can do to say that he can complete every movement perfectly and bring visual enjoyment to people.

"Come on."

By the last 100 meters, Wang Haifeng's speed was even faster, and Li Jianfeng had been pulled down more than a dozen paces.

The soldiers burst out to cheer for Wang Haifeng, and they expected the regiment commander to break the record he kept.

"One minute and twenty-one seconds, the regimental commander won."

Wang Tiezhu looked at the stopwatch and shouted when Wang Haifeng stepped over the finish line.

Li Jianfeng also crossed the finish line, and he gasped. Resting, lying on his back on the training ground.

He tried his best, really tried his best, but the head of the regiment was too fast, and he couldn't catch up at all.

"How's it going, isn't it time to do push-ups?"

Wang Haifeng is obviously very dissatisfied with his results, he wants to be faster, and when he competes, he may lose the first place by only one second.

"Yes, Commander, you let me breathe."

Li Jianfeng looked at the clear blue sky, and those leisurely drifting white clouds replied.

He was still wondering where he was losing?

"Get up, don't pretend to be dead, do it, Wang Tiezhu, you look at him, don't go back if you can't do a hundred things."

Wang Haifeng kicked him and threw down a cold order.

The officer quietly departed at this time, and he was going back to practice his 400-meter hurdles, trying not to lose too badly.

Here, Li Jianfeng got up with a wail, lay on the ground, put one hand behind his back, and did push-ups with one hand.

"One, two......"

Wang Tiezhu reported the number on the side, and Wang Haifeng watched him do more than twenty, and turned to leave.

This kid's arm strength is amazing, a hundred is less.

Back at the regimental headquarters, he picked up his pistol and disassembled and wiped it, thinking about the opponents in the game, what are their specialties?

It is said that Li Kaixuan's shooting is comparable to that of a sharpshooter, and Lu Shaohan is very good at fighting, so he decided that the next training goals will revolve around these two.

As for the other competitors, he basically knows what they are good at, and there is nothing too good for them.

On the other side of the training field, a green figure was repeatedly training in front of the 400-meter hurdle.

"One minute and twenty-eight seconds."

"One minute and thirty seconds."

"One minute and twenty seconds."

There are fighters next to him who keep track of the time, and every time he finishes a lap, he gets a countdown.

Even the best one couldn't break Wang Haifeng's current record, and he was still three seconds slower than him.

"I can do it, I must ......"

He braced his hands on his knees, half-bent over and gasping for air, his eyes shining like beasts, and his eyes were resolute.

Large drops of sweat ran down his forehead, over the tips of his cheeks and nose, and dripped down the training ground at his feet.

Wang Haifeng packed up his things, smelled the sweat of his body, and went to the bathroom with toiletries.

At this time, the soldiers are almost finished, there are fewer people, and they are washed quickly.

He took off his clothes, folded them and put them in the cupboard, took the towel and soap, and walked barefoot towards the bathroom.

"Commander."

"Commander."

When the soldiers who came out of the wash saw him, they were all busy saluting, but thinking that they were still naked, they hurriedly took towels to block the hidden. private parts, looking at the head of the regiment with embarrassed eyes.

Wang Haifeng walked into the bathroom with his head held high, his pace was the same as his usual practice, and he didn't care that he was defenseless.

"Our head is in good shape."

There was a whispered discussion of the warrior behind him, Wang Haifeng hooked the corners of his mouth slightly, turned on the faucet, and the cold water went down.

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