The wood on Wei Dayong's body was larger than that of several others, while the wood on Yang Dahe's body was only 30 kilograms.

They had to eat the food in mouthfuls. After all, the training had just begun, and Wei Dayong was afraid that they wouldn't be able to bear it.

The most basic quality of a special forces soldier is physical fitness.

No matter how accurate your marksmanship is, how strong you are in hand-to-hand combat, or how accurate your artillery fire is, if your physical fitness is not up to par, you will not even be able to get into the threshold of the special forces.

Wei Dayong was running in front, and Yang Dahe and others were carrying wood and quickly caught up with him.

"Company Commander, you can't run anymore?"

Thanks to his strong body, Yang Dahe just started running, his face was not red and he was not out of breath.

Wei Dayong glanced at him: "If you can beat me, I will reward you with 5 bottles of canned beef."

"Really?" Yang Dahe's eyes lit up.

Yang Dahe has been stronger than others since he was a child, and he has never lost in running. He can run several miles in one breath without getting tired. This is also the reason why he was defeated by the Jinsui Army and was able to escape every time.

"Then I'm really rude this time!" Yang Dahe chuckled, and passed Wei Dayong carrying the wood.

"Company commander, you are partial!" Wang Chengzhu shouted from behind.

"What's wrong?"

Wang Chengzhu said: "Why should he outperform you and have a can?"

Wei Dayong said: "If you want to beat me, I will reward you with 5 cans."

Wang Chengzhu said: "I don't want canned food, I want roasted sweet potatoes!"

"Okay!" Wei Dayong said, "If you want to outrun me, I will burn the sweet potatoes back to you!"

"That's what you said!" Wang Chengzhu looked happy, and then sprinted with his legs, quickly surpassing Wei Dayong.

Wei Dayong looked back and said to Wang Xikui and Wang Gensheng behind him: "The same goes for you two. If you beat me, you will be rewarded with 5 bottles of canned beef."

"Yes, company commander!" Gensheng shouted and started to sprint.

Only Wang Xikui slowly jogged behind Wei Dayong.

Yang Dahe, who was rushing at the front, soon slowed down. This weight-bearing running was not what he expected. Less than half of the run, huge beads of sweat broke out on his face, and his legs began to weaken.

Not to mention Wang Chengzhu, his chest kept rising and falling, and he kept breathing heavily.

Halfway through the race, Wei Dayong had already overtaken them. Seeing Wei Dayong overtake, Yang Dahe and Wang Chengzhu's eyes widened.

"For the canned beef, rush!"

Seeing Wei Dayong's back getting blurry, Yang Dahe gritted his teeth and started sprinting.

"I fought hard for the sweet potato roast!" Wang Chengzhu followed closely behind.

But after only sprinting a hundred meters, the two slowed down again, and their legs seemed to be filled with lead and could not move forward.

Then, Wang Xikui passed the two men.

Because we are running around Lijiacun, one lap is almost 1 kilometer, and it takes 5 laps to complete.

On the last lap, Wei Dayong started sprinting directly with the wood on his shoulders.

"Damn! Isn't the company commander too fierce?"

"So perverted!"

"Can this still sprint?!"

After Wei Dayong ran five kilometers, he waited at the finish line for a long time before he saw the figure of second place, veteran Wang Xikui.

He was also afraid that the veteran would not be able to keep up with the rhythm, but his physical fitness was better than Wei Dayong imagined.

"Old Wang, that's not bad!" Wei Dayong smiled.

Wang Xikui was a veteran of the Red Army. He had climbed snow-capped mountains and crossed grasslands. Wei Dayong had some respect for him.

"You're old. If I were ten years younger, I could really compete with you, the company commander." Wang Xikui smiled as he put the wood on the ground with a thud.

Wang Xikui has fought in no less than a hundred battles, and his stabbing skills and marksmanship were all practiced at the risk of his life in actual combat.

"Better than those young men." Wei Dayong said.

Wang Xikui suddenly asked: "Company Commander, did you really kill ten elite Japanese soldiers with your bare hands?"

Wang Xikui had learned the Japanese's marksmanship and stabbing skills.

If it was a stabbing fight, Wang Xikui himself had estimated that if it was a hand-to-hand fight, he would be able to defeat all the Japs in one versus three.

If it's one versus five, and you can tie with the Japanese, you'll have no problem protecting yourself.

If it was one against ten, he would never survive.

He was very curious about what kind of skills he had that could kill ten elite Japanese soldiers with his bare hands?

And according to Wei Dayong, the opponent is not an ordinary elite Japs, but an elite among the elite Japs!

"That's right!"

Looking at the interested look on Wang Xikui's face, Wei Dayong said: "Old Wang, do you want to learn?"

Wang Xikui didn't show any pretense, he nodded directly and said: "Yes!"

"Don't worry, I will teach you all." Wei Dayong said.

For the Wolf Fang special team currently established, Wei Dayong not only wants to give full play to the individual advantages of each of them, but also wants to build them into all-around military kings.

Otherwise, it would be difficult for them to get an advantage when they meet Kazuki Yamamoto's special forces team.

After all, the Wolf Fang Special Forces do not have an advantage in terms of numbers or individual equipment.

"You are such a good company commander!"

He was not flattering, but complimenting from the bottom of his heart.

"When I first joined the revolution, my company commander also took great care of me. He taught me how to shoot and stab."

"During the Long March, my company commander was killed by Bai Gouzi's plane in order to cover the transfer of the main force."

The corners of Wang Xikui's eyes were a little moist, and he saw the shadow of the sacrificed company commander on Wei Dayong.

Wei Dayong patted Wang Xikui on the shoulder: "The revolution will definitely succeed!"

They chatted for a while, and then the next three came into view carrying the wood, first Yang Dahe, then Wang Gensheng, and finally Wang Chengzhu.

Wang Chengzhu almost staggered to the finish line, threw down the wood, and spread his whole body on the ground.

It was much better than he imagined. He thought Wang Chengzhu and the others would never reach the finish line.

It seems that he still underestimated the willpower of the Eighth Route Army soldiers. Although the food was very poor and every meal was just steamed buns, the willpower that each person unleashed was truly astonishing.

Of course, another reason is that eating a meal of meat at noon provides a rich source of protein and energy, otherwise several people would have collapsed.

"The next training subject is push-ups on the spot, two groups per person, 100 in one group, let's start!"

Seeing that everyone had completed the five-kilometer load, Wei Dayong began to issue orders again.

"ah!"

Wang Chengzhu was dumbfounded: "Company commander, what are push-ups?"

"Follow me!"

Wei Dayong put his hands on the ground and began to do push-ups up and down.

"That's it?" Yang Dahe said, "200 trivial things."

After that, Yang Dahe also started to do push-ups like Wei Dayong.

"If you can't finish it, you won't be allowed to have breakfast tomorrow morning!" Wei Dayong added.

"It's fatal, company commander!"

Wang Chengzhu felt aggrieved. There was already no dinner. If there was no breakfast tomorrow, half of his life would be gone. However, he still followed Wang Xikui and Wang Gensheng and started doing push-ups.

A few people thought it was simple at first, but soon discovered something was wrong.

Soon, Wei Dayong finished 200 push-ups. He clapped his hands and stood up, watching several people climbing up and down with difficulty.

At this moment, a correspondent ran over and gave a military salute: "Company Commander Wei, the regiment commander said there is an emergency and asked you to go to the regiment headquarters."

"Okay, I'll be there right away!"

Wei Dayong saluted in return, and then he said to Wang Xikui: "Old Wang, please supervise me and disband after doing push-ups!"

"Yes!" Wang Xikui replied.
Chapter completed!