Ace Special Forces in Movies and TV Shows

Chapter 0111: Extremely Rigorous Training

The mere mention of running prompted 43 people to carry excessive weights and run endlessly. At first, they thought it was five kilometers, but after the five kilometers were completed, the older members were still leisurely following behind in their car, showing no intention of stopping them.

"Keep up! Everyone keep up! Five points will be deducted for not keeping up!"

Yuan Lang, who came later, sat in the SUV and used a loudspeaker to urge the disorganized group to hurry up. After shouting, he even leisurely blew on his cup.

"Have you ever seen that? The commander-in-chief was sitting in his car while he was jogging! And he was even drinking tea!"

Most people were cursing Yuan Lang and Old A in their hearts, but they still had to run; no one wanted to go back to their original unit like that.

Zheng Yingqi gritted his teeth and stood level with the car. Xu Sanduo followed closely behind Zheng Yingqi, becoming one of the only two exceptions among the 43 people.

"You're not bad, at least you haven't made any mistakes that I can find fault with yet—43, keep it up! I hope you never make a mistake! I'm really, really looking forward to seeing you make a mistake, and then I'll personally deduct points from your score!" Yuan Lang shouted at Zheng Yingqi, who was running mechanically, without hiding his malice at all.

After carrying more than ten kilometers of excessive load, Old A finally made them stop. The unfortunate guys, who were so exhausted they were about to vomit blood, only had a few minutes to catch their breath, because a few minutes later they were required to assemble.

Yuan Lang performed again: "Deduct 1 point from everyone! Is this considered standing at attention?"

The exhausted team mustered their spirits and stood at attention.

But the next second, Qi Huan's words plunged them into despair:

"For the next period of time, you must maintain a 10-kilometer standard cross-country run each day, once in the morning, once at noon, and once in the evening!"

Do 100 push-ups, pull-ups, sit-ups, and wall squats every morning and evening!

Each day, there will be one 400-meter run in the morning and one free solo climb in the evening. For all events, the load must be no less than 25 kilograms! All events must be completed before mealtime to avoid interfering with the daily training program!

A program that could turn any soldier into a coward is not even a normal training subject?

A sense of despair spread through the group that had just finished running ten kilometers.

For the next week, they spent their time like this, following Qi Huan's instructions and the dreaded regular training subjects—many times, they had just unpacked their ridiculously heavy backpacks when they had to lean against desks and listen to the instructors' lectures.

In front of each of them, there would always be a pool of sweat constantly accumulating and then evaporating, just like their resentment or anger. But the high-intensity training had tormented them to the point that they didn't even have the strength to be angry, because their daily homework was tormented by the total score, and if they failed, they would lose points.

These elites from various units did not retreat, but they forgot their ideals and glory. The only things they looked forward to each day were eating and sleeping. Compared with the training of the Old A, the training plan that Zheng Yingqi had devised in the past was just child's play. He even missed the extra training back then.

That night, the elites, who were on the verge of collapse from the ordeal, thought they could finally get a good night's sleep because tomorrow was their day off. Before going to bed, they were all thinking about how to spend a day off without the harsh training. Only Zheng Yingqi was looking at everyone with a strange gaze. When his gaze was noticed, Zheng Yingqi didn't say anything and just lay down on his bed.

Unlike all the unlucky guys, Zheng Yingqi, despite being filled with resentment towards the character played by Yuan Lang, understood the cruelty. This was the Old A, the Old A known as the nemesis of all Type A troops, the Old A that selected the stronger from the strong. So, what method could be used to select the stronger from the strong?

Of course, the training was even more brutal and inhumane, and Zheng Yingqi had made such preparations before coming to Old A.

He had told Yuan Lang before that he only knew a little about it, which is why he made more mental preparations!

He wasn't bragging!

So, will tomorrow be a day off?

Zheng Yingqi laughed at the naivety of these unfortunate comrades who had been tortured. How could that be?

Everyone falls asleep the moment their head hits the pillow—the military is the best "hospital" for treating insomnia, and this place is probably the "special care ward."

Just two hours after everyone had a peaceful rendezvous with the Duke of Zhou, Yuan Lang brought Qi Huan downstairs. Qi Huan tried to buy the unlucky guys in the building a few more minutes to recover, but the old fox was still the most cunning. Yuan Lang blew the whistle for emergency assembly precisely at the right time.

During the first emergency assembly, 43 people completed the assembly in a time exceeding military standards, but this time, more than half of them were late.

Yuan Lang didn't hold back. Everyone who was late had two points deducted from their score. Tuo Yonggang, who had even given up swearing to save energy, was the last one to arrive and had five points deducted from his score by Yuan Lang.

Under the threat of points deduction, the team stood in neat rows, but their willpower was lax and they looked sleepy.

As was his habit, Yuan Lang circled the group once, deliberately passing in front of each person to give these sleepy-eyed elites a good "pump and dump" before saying:

"I just heard some good news, so I immediately assembled to inform you all..."

The words "good news" immediately calmed people down, but Yuan Lang's habit was to keep tormenting them, so he said next, "I just checked the weather forecast and found that tomorrow—no, I mean today—the forecast says today will be a sunny day."

The long-awaited good news was finally revealed, and the truth shocked many people, causing the anger level in the queue to rise to its peak.

"You're actually unhappy?" Yuan Lang said in shock. "Such beautiful weather, shouldn't we have an extra meal?"

The rage meter instantly halved again.

"Therefore, I've decided to make you do a 50-kilometer forced march today."

The anger gauges were at their peak, and layers of anger flashed across everyone's faces, but in the end, it turned into despair.

"Report! Today is a day off!"

"Instructors have the right to make changes at any time! Failure to understand the rules will result in a two-point deduction!"

"Report!" Only after receiving approval did he say, "Why weren't you notified beforehand?"

Yuan Lang looked at Tuo Yonggang, who had raised the question, with a puzzled expression: "I already said it was the weather forecast I just saw! Talking to the instructors in the ranks will get you three points deducted."

Tuo Yonggang numbly shut up.

"Report!"

"39 comments!"

"Who would broadcast the weather forecast at this time?" Wu Zhe asked skeptically.

Yuan Lang smiled casually: "It's everywhere. Optoelectronics Master's student, I'm honored to inform you that we've entered the information age, so I checked today's weather forecast online. Not keeping up with the times and questioning the instructor—five points!"

This was an unprecedentedly harsh tone of voice. Wu Zhe went completely mad and wanted to fight back, but Cheng Cai held him back and pulled him back into the ranks.

Of course, Cheng Cai also paid the price for his actions:

"42 is pulling in the queue, two points!"

Zheng Yingqi remained silent and motionless, like a spectator, even if Xu Sanduo was going to be in trouble the next moment—if Xu Sanduo was going to be in trouble, he would say that you, who had said something to me, wouldn't be this kind of person.

"Ten points!" Yuan Lang decisively unleashed his killing move, which, despite being used countless times, remained ruthless and deadly. Qi Huan couldn't accept this deduction, because he had high hopes for Xu Sanduo and didn't want him to lose 10 points so easily, so he asked for the reason.

Yuan Lang's reason was powerful enough to destroy anyone's confidence: "Too naive!"

Xu Sanduo closed his eyes in despair, and two tears streamed down his face.

"43, 5 points!" After deducting points from Xu Sanduo, Yuan Lang went straight to Zheng Yingqi, who hadn't moved an inch. Upon hearing that he had been penalized, Zheng Yingqi acted as if he hadn't heard anything and didn't react at all.

In an instant, someone shouted:

"Why were 43 points deducted? He didn't move, didn't speak, didn't commit any fouls or violations, and was the most standard and obedient!"

"19, 5 points, too talkative." Yuan Lang continued his devilish performance. Number 19, who had just stood up for the injustice, only wanted to rush out and fight Yuan Lang to the death. Just then, Yuan Lang said again:

"43.2 points!"

Qi Huan stared blankly at Zheng Yingqi's name on the scorebook, and couldn't help but ask, "Reason?" He really couldn't understand what reason Yuan Lang had for deducting points from Zheng Yingqi.

"The first time, he ignored his comrade's suffering; the second time, others stood up for him, but he continued to play the coward and pretend to be dead." Yuan Lang explained his reasoning, looking at Zheng Yingqi provocatively, as if waiting for Zheng Yingqi to provoke him so he could continue to lose points. But he was disappointed; Zheng Yingqi continued to play the coward, completely unconcerned about losing 7 points.

Like punching cotton, Yuan Lang remained unfazed by the angry glare, instead taunting Zheng Yingqi even more defiantly, saying, "I'll give you the right to tell me what makes you so comfortable being a 'coward'!"

"Report!" Zheng Yingqi strictly adhered to the rules, while Yuan Lang was as frustrated as if he had seen a ghost. It was impossible to find any fault with him!

"explain."

"I'm different from them. I've already collected interest in advance, so I can accept any kind of torment. Also, I want to say that you idiot, number 42, you've collected more interest than me. You've collected so much interest, what else are you upset about?" Zheng Yingqi said quickly, afraid that if he spoke too slowly, Yuan Lang would stop him from speaking.

Yuan Lang instantly understood the meaning of the word "interest," chuckled, and said, "Two percent!"

Zheng Yingqi returned to his immovable and steady state.

The word "interest" conjured up all sorts of thoughts among the victims. Yuan Lang, somewhat exasperated, stepped forward and said:

"Strict command and strict discipline—that's the troop-leading policy here! You must be the best of the worst before you can rise above others—anyone who's not convinced can recall how we dealt with you in combat! If you're convinced, then obediently get to work! Complaining when you're not as skilled as others? That's shameful! Where's my car?"

Just then, a jeep pulled up, and Yuan Lang left the entire car behind and got in.

Screw the strict generals and soldiers—is this what a strict general looks like?

(Three thousand words... See, I didn't graduate from the Qidian Fragment Class.)