The crowd was instantly unsettled.
They had finished this road in just twelve minutes, while it took them over forty.
Was the gap between people really that large?
"Then after you finished running, why did they still punish you?" Wang Yanbing asked.
Qin Feng looked confused and said, "No, they didn't punish me. Why do you say that?"
"If they didn't punish you, then what were you doing exercising here?"
"Waiting for you. After reaching the finish line, it was too boring, so I exercised myself to pass the time," Qin Feng explained casually.
He Chenguang: "..."
Wang Yanbing: "..."
Li Erniu: "..."
The two lieutenants: "..."
The other selection personnel: "..."
Immediately, everyone looked at Qin Feng as if he were a monster.
Before they could say anything, Fan Tianlei, with a dark expression, got out of the car.
Chen Shanming followed closely behind, also looking dejected.
"This kid's physical fitness is too monstrous!" Chen Shanming said with a wry smile.
Fan Tianlei felt so frustrated he was about to spit blood. "How is it so difficult to give this kid a taste of hardship?"
Despite what Fan Tianlei said, his footsteps didn't stop as he walked to a tall tower, a torch in his hand.
As the torch was thrown down, a wall of fire rose at the entrance of the Special Warfare Brigade.
Looking at the wall of fire, all the rookies fell silent.
After all, it was a real two-meter-high wall of fire, and one could easily get burned if not careful.
However, at this moment, Qin Feng merely glanced at the wall of fire before him, then, without hesitation, he flashed into it.
After all, he had long memorized the plot of "I Am a Special Soldier 2." If he didn't go through it now, it would be even harder when the fire grew larger.
Moreover, this was an unavoidable obstacle; there was no way to get around it.
He Chenguang and the other two saw Qin Feng rush into the wall of fire and exchanged glances, their eyes filled with shock.
He wasn't afraid of it at all?
"Iron Fist Regiment, when paths cross, the brave prevail!" Qin Feng's voice came from within the wall of fire.
Hearing this, the hesitation in the eyes of He Chenguang and the other two instantly vanished.
They exchanged another look and shouted in unison: "Iron Fist Regiment, when paths cross, the brave prevail!"
Immediately after, they also rushed through.
The remaining people looked left and right, as if cheering each other on, and then they all charged through as well.
Unfortunately, a small portion of them still hesitated to jump and were eliminated.
Fan Tianlei, standing on the tall tower, saw this and said with disdain, "Miao Lang, take them to change clothes and clean up. This is too disgraceful for an elite!"
"Also, send back anyone beyond the fence to their original units!"
"Yes!"
Miao Lang responded and then got out of the car to lead them back.
...
Not long after, these rookies who had made it through were directly led to the bathhouse.
Upon entering, they were greeted by a large bathing pool, with the smell of disinfectant alcohol lingering everywhere.
Normally, even ordinary people would be in excruciating pain from disinfecting wounds with alcohol, let alone now when their feet were already raw and peeled. If they were to soak in this alcohol pool, the sensation would be indescribably intense.
Indeed, as everyone, wearing only shorts, walked into the bathhouse with bloody footprints,
everyone except Qin Feng was dumbfounded.
"This... someone will die! Song Kaifei said nervously, looking at the alcohol pool before him.
"You won't die, but you'll be half-dead at best," He Chenguang replied.
Qin Feng looked at the crowd and said directly, "Don't forget what we're here for. Are we going back?"
After speaking, Qin Feng was the first to step into the alcohol pool.
Although the alcohol was irritating, it was nothing to Qin Feng's wounds. Qin Feng's expression remained unchanged, and he even sat in the pool with a hint of contentment.
Seeing Qin Feng seemingly at ease, the others' confidence increased, and they one by one stepped into the pool.
But as soon as they entered, they immediately felt what was meant by unforgettable pain.
The alcohol pool instantly erupted like zombies coming back to life, a chaotic dance of demons.
In the end, only Song Kaifei remained outside.
Miao Lang walked up to him and said, "You can go back. Stop messing around."
"Go back? I've prepared for years to participate in your selection. The entire regiment knows me. Go back? Are you kidding me?" Song Kaifei said.
"If you can't even pass this level, what are you playing at?" Miao Lang turned to look at Song Kaifei and said.
Song Kaifei looked at Miao Lang defiantly and retorted:
"Who says I can't pass? I, I, I can pass! I'm from the Flying Tiger Regiment, and I'll be a fierce tiger when I land."
After Song Kaifei finished speaking, listening to the screams from the pool, he still felt a bit scared.
Although his mouth twitched, he gritted his teeth, shouted "Ah!" and rushed into the alcohol pool.
When Song Kaifei shouted, he even startled Miao Lang.
Miao Lang saw Song Kaifei hesitating at the edge and, without thinking, kicked him into the pool.
In an instant, the entire bathhouse was filled with all sorts of tragic screams, which were chilling to hear.
After seeing everyone in the alcohol pool, Miao Lang looked at his watch and said,
"Five minutes to time, begin!"
...
At this time, in a small military green house at the base, Fan Tianlei, Chen Shanming, and others watched the scene on the computer screen with faint, wicked smiles.
"It's no wonder this kid Qin Feng has such great strength," Fan Tianlei said, his gaze fixed on Qin Feng, who was calmly soaking in the bath in the corner. He sighed slightly. "That five-kilometer stone road, even we old special forces soldiers would shed a layer of skin running it. But Qin Feng's feet don't have any major wounds. If he hadn't endured tens of thousands of kilometers of mountain road running, he wouldn't have developed such thick calluses. It's enough to show his extraordinary ability."
"Yes, this kid continues to surprise and amaze us," Chen Shanming and the other special forces soldiers nodded in agreement.
...
Soon, the selection personnel who had finished bathing were herded out and assembled on the training ground in their gear.
Fan Tianlei stood on the observation tower, looking at the crowd with a smile, and said:
"Not bad, you look quite spirited in your gear, and your standing posture is good. I wonder about your physical fitness though."
Fan Tianlei paused here, a sly smile crept onto his lips, and he continued:
"Shanming, Miao Lang, let's give them a round of bent-over sit-ups!"
"Yes!"
Upon hearing Fan Tianlei's words, Chen Shanming immediately looked at everyone present and shouted loudly:
"All personnel, one arm's distance to the left and right, two arm's distance to the front and back, look to the right!"
"Look straight ahead!"
After watching the rookies complete the commands, Chen Shanming shouted again: "Fall back!"
Upon this command, Lin Xiu and the others all lay down without hesitation.
After everyone lay down, Chen Shanming's next command followed casually.
"Bent-over sit-ups!"
Hearing this, the rookies quickly adjusted their positions.
Chen Shanming and Miao Lang exchanged a look, a playful glint in their eyes.
At this moment, Fan Tianlei came down from the observation tower with a book in his hand, smiling as he looked at the crowd and said, "How is it? You've been running all day, and now you can lie down and rest. Doesn't it feel comfortable?"
"Comfortable your ass! If you think it's comfortable, you do it!" All the rookies cursed in their hearts.
They had been running all day, their feet were raw, and they had just endured the alcohol pool, sweating profusely from the pain.
And now they were being ordered to do bent-over sit-ups. Was this not trying to kill them?