"No, you're doing a great job."

Dong Xiao didn't speak, but smiled and nodded in agreement with Ruan Haocheng's words.

Liu Dong's somewhat nervous face finally relaxed, and he returned to the back of the line with a smile on his lips.

The next to participate was Zeng Xiong, who looked at Ruan Haocheng with a smile on his face before going on the horizontal bar, and inexplicably didn't want Ruan Haocheng's wish to let his class be at the top of the competition.

Normally, when he trains, he can do eighteen, but today he only did sixteen, and he kept his excellent reputation.

Seeing such a result, Ruan Haocheng's face did not change at all, but Dong Xiao's face turned cold.

Dong Xiao, who was on the court in the end, did his best and did nineteen, one more than his usual training results.

At the end of the three-row race, they stood at the back of the whole line.

It was not until the end of the competition in this event that the soldiers of the whole company moved on to the next project.

After the pull-ups, perhaps because of the rest of the arm muscles, there were competitions of sit-ups and long jumps.

Then there is the 100-meter sprint, push-ups, long jump, and parallel bars arm curl.

With the successful experience of pull-ups, the nervousness of the fighters in the class was swept away, and one by one they participated in the next competition with confidence.

And Zeng Xiong will always deliberately drag everyone back, after the 100-meter sprint, if it weren't for Ruan Haocheng to stop him, Dong Xiao and Lin Gensheng, who couldn't bear it, would definitely teach Zeng Xiong a lesson.

At nearly half past four, all the previous competitions ended.

In order to allow everyone to play normally in the next five-kilometer cross-country run, Fang Kun announced that everyone was given a break of more than ten minutes.

It is said to be a five-kilometer cross-country run, because it is the initial training, neither weight-bearing nor really going to the field to train, but running around the 400-meter track one by one.

The first group consisted of a squad of thirty-three fighters from the first, second, and third platoons.

When the three classes lined up towards the starting point of the game, Ruan Haocheng always felt that there was a gaze in the right rear staring coldly at his back.

When the thirty-three soldiers were distributed on the eight runways according to the arrangement of the British Iron Army, the thirty-three soldiers, who were standing behind, noticed who was the person who had cast his eyes on him again.

As early as in the previous game, he saw this person he was very familiar with, Cui Zhiyong, the son of Deputy County Magistrate Cui, and Liu Yuming and Kong Lingcheng who were with him, and the three of them were all divided into three rows and one shift.

Ruan Haocheng's gaze coldly swept over the three of them one by one, and finally stopped at Cui Zhiyong.

The corners of Cui Zhiyong's mouth slanted slightly, and he quietly gestured at him.

Ruan Haocheng withdrew his gaze and looked at the members of his class around him.

He switched positions with Liu Dong and whispered a few words to Lin Gensheng and Dong Xiao in front and behind.

After a short whistle, thirty-three fighters rushed out of the starting line one by one.

According to Ruan Haocheng's instructions, Lin Gensheng and Dong Xiao quietly gestured or glanced at the soldiers in a row and squad, so that everyone could gather around their comrades as much as possible.

However, Zeng Xiong seemed to sense the turbulent tide between Cui Zhiyong and Ruan Haocheng, and did not listen to Dong Xiao's call, and leaned towards Cui Zhiyong, Liu Yuming, Kong Lingbin and the other two of their followers.

When the several platoon commanders who left the starting point were far away, Cui Zhiyong summoned several people on his side together and plotted for more than ten seconds while running.

And Zeng Xiong, who automatically pasted it, also joined the team.