The next morning, the morning training number rang, and the entire recruit company entered a day of high-intensity training again. Zhang Chu stood in the assembly queue, his eyes sharp and his body was filled with a sense of unyielding spirit. He secretly vowed in his heart that from today on, he would really start from the basics and change himself.

When Qin Yuan appeared in the playground, all the recruits immediately stood upright and waited for the order. Qin Yuan's eyes swept over everyone, and finally fell on Zhang Chu, with a faint smile on his lips: "Zhang Chu, today is your first day of participating in comprehensive daily training. I hope you can bring me some surprises."

Zhang Chu straightened his chest and his voice was loud: "Yes, instructor! I won't let you down!"

Qin Yuan nodded and waved his hand: "Okay, start running with a heavy load. All the recruits, get equipment!"

Zhang Chu followed the other recruits to the equipment rack aside. When he saw the weight-bearing equipment, he was stunned. His eyes swept across bags of sandbags, and his expression became unbelievable: "This... instructor, is this weight wrong?"

He grabbed a sandbag and weighed it, almost doubting that he had a problem with his hand. Each sandbag weighed twenty-five kilograms, and the requirement was to carry two bags on his shoulder, which was 50 kilograms!

Zhang Chu frowned and couldn't help but speak: "Instructor, is it so heavy to run with such a heavy load? Even in the special forces, it's not so exaggerated, are you sure this is a training for the recruits?"

When Qin Yuan heard this, he glanced at him coldly, his voice was low and majestic: "Zhang Chu, do you think this is the standard of the special forces? No, this is the standard of my new recruit company. If you think it is heavy, that is your own problem."

Zhang Chu felt a little frustrated. He gritted his teeth and said nothing more. He carried the two bags of sandbags on his shoulders. As soon as he stood firm, his legs felt a heavy pressure. He took a deep breath and looked up at the other recruits, but was surprised to find that each of them was already carrying sandbags and standing in a row easily, with no discomfort on his face.

"This is impossible..." Zhang Chu muttered in his heart. He thought that as a soldier from the special forces, his physical fitness must be much stronger than these ordinary recruits, but the scene in front of him made him begin to doubt his life.

"Okay, the weight-bearing run begins!" Qin Yuan gave his order, and everyone immediately took a step and started running along the runway of the playground.

As soon as Zhang Chu ran a few steps, he felt the sandbag on his shoulders pressing him out of breath like two hills. He tried to adjust his pace and breathe, but with each step, the soreness on his legs increased rapidly. His forehead began to sweat, his mouth was gasping heavily, but his feet were running deeper and heavier.

"Damn, what is the training intensity..." Zhang Chu cursed in his heart. His pride and stubbornness made him grit his teeth and continue running, but his speed slowed down significantly.

In sharp contrast, other recruits were carrying 50 kilograms of sandbags on their shoulders, running with ease and steady pace, and even talking and laughing.

"Hey, Yue Ming, why did you snatch the last chicken leg last night? Did you line up in advance?" A recruit in front said with a smile.

"Stop talking nonsense. I grabbed the chicken leg last night with my ability!" Yue Ming replied with a smile, his steps under his feet were still as steady as Mount Tai.

Zhang Chu almost doubted whether he had run into the wrong queue as he listened to these conversations. He panted and stared at Yue Ming in front of him, feeling complicated: "Are these people monsters? A 50 kilogram load, can you chat so easily?"

He couldn't help but shouted at Yue Ming: "Hey, Yue Ming, do you run away every day with such a burden?"

Yue Ming looked back at him and said with a smile: "Of course, this is the basic training. Why, you can't do it just now?"

Zhang Chu's face turned red by the stimulation of these words. He gritted his teeth and shouted: "Who said I can't do it! I just... I'm just not used to it!"

"Then get used to it quickly!" Yue Ming laughed, then turned around and continued to run, the speed was even faster than before.

Zhang Chu gritted his teeth and tried to keep up, but the heaviness on his shoulders and legs almost suffocated him. He felt like he was climbing on a mountain on his back, and every step seemed to be exhausting all his strength.

Qin Yuan stood by the runway, staring coldly at Zhang Chu's every move. His eyes were a little sharp, but more of a vague expectation.

"Zhang Chu, haven't you always felt that you were better than others?" Qin Yuan's voice suddenly came, like a whip whipped Zhang Chu's back, "Run quickly! Don't let me look down on you!"

Zhang Chu's lips were pursed tightly, his chest was undulating violently, and he gritted his teeth and replied with difficulty: "Instructor, I...I can do it!"

When the other recruits heard this, they laughed. One of them said with a smile: "Cheer Zhang Chu, come on, don't be dragged down by us ordinary recruits!"

Zhang Chu was even more angry when he heard this. He tried hard to speed up his pace, but soon his physical strength was pressed to the limit, and his feet slipped and he almost fell to the ground.

"Stay! Zhang Chu!" Qin Yuan's voice sounded again, like a sharp knife stabbing into Zhang Chu's ears, "If you fall down, I don't mind letting you start from scratch!"

Zhang Chu cursed in his heart, but the sentence "started from scratch" completely forced out his stubbornness. He gritted his teeth and ran for a whole lap.

When he stood panting at the edge of the runway, his legs were trembling, and the skin on his shoulders was sore by the sandbags, but he did not put down the weight on his shoulders.

"Yes, I finally got it over." Qin Yuan walked up to him and said coldly, "But do you know? This is just the first lap. Your comrades have run two laps, and even three laps."

Zhang Chu was stunned, looking up at the figures that were running easily, his eyes full of shock and reluctance.

Qin Yuan continued: "Zhang Chu, you always feel that you are from the special forces, so you look down on the training of the recruit company. But now? Even the basic training of these ordinary recruits, you can't keep up. Do you know what the problem is?"

Zhang Chu lowered his head and remained silent.

Qin Yuan's voice was cold, but it was power that hit people's hearts: "It's not that they are too strong, it's that you are too anxious. You just want to prove yourself, but forget to take root. If you want to be truly strong, it's not that you rely on the halo of your special forces, but down-to-earth and practiced little by little."

Zhang Chu clenched his fists, and the sweat and fatigue on his face were gradually replaced by a stubbornness. He raised his head and his eyes were firm: "Instructor, I will do it. Whether it is carrying a weight or shooting, I will definitely catch up with them, or even surpass them!"

Qin Yuan smiled slightly and said lightly: "Very good, then don't just talk big, just prove it to me with your actions."

Zhang Chu focused his head and a stronger fighting spirit ignited in his heart.

In the evening, the afterglow of the sunset shone on the playground of the recruit company. The sweat and dust on the training ground were mixed together to form a unique military atmosphere. The daily training of the recruits was over, and most of them dragged their tired bodies back to the dormitory, preparing to prepare for the nighttime tiring housework and rest time.

However, Zhang Chu was still standing on the playground, carrying the two heavy bags of sandbags on his shoulders, and the sweat on his face dripped down his chin, soaking his collar. His legs were trembling slightly, but his eyes were filled with a sense of stubbornness.

Qin Yuan stood on the edge of the playground, holding his hands in front of his chest, staring at Zhang Chu coldly. He didn't speak or even had any instructions, and seemed to be indifferent to Zhang Chu's persistence. However, there was a trace of attention hidden in his eyes, and a complex emotion quietly surged in his heart.

Zhang Chu panted, turned his head to look at Qin Yuan, and said loudly: "Instructor, I want to run two more laps! I must catch up with the team and don't want to drag everyone down!"

Qin Yuan raised his eyebrows slightly, his tone was plain but with a hint of sarcasm: "Oh? Are you sure you can still hold on? Your condition today is not very ideal."

Zhang Chu gritted his teeth, his chest fluctuated violently, but his tone showed a sense of unyielding determination: "I can! I will never fall behind!"

Qin Yuan did not respond directly, but said coldly: "You can do whatever you want. If you want, run away, but don't let me see you lying on the road."

Zhang Chu nodded, gritted his teeth, adjusted the sandbag to his shoulders, took a step, and stepped onto the track. Every step he took seemed to have exhausted all his strength, and the steps under his feet were as heavy as if he was carrying a mountain on his back.

The playground was empty. Except for Qin Yuan and the two non-commissioned officers who were observing in secret, only Zhang Chu's lonely figure moved on the runway. The wind in the distance brought a hint of coolness, but for Zhang Chu, the cool breeze did not bring any relief. Every breath of his breath seemed to be burning, and the air in his chest became thinner and thinner.

In the first round, Zhang Chu gritted his teeth and barely held on.

At the beginning of the second lap, his pace was obviously slow, and his legs were as heavy as lead. The weight of the sandbag made his shoulders hurt, and each step was consuming his last strength.

Qin Yuan stood by the runway, looking at all this expressionlessly. He said coldly: "Zhang Chu, don't behave yourself. If you feel you can't hold on, it's still time to stop now."

Zhang Chu did not respond, but just gasped hard, as if he hadn't heard Qin Yuan's words. His pace was getting slower and slower, but every step he took was full of stubbornness and unyielding.

"This guy..." a non-commissioned officer standing not far away murmured, "He is asking for trouble. If he continues like this, he will definitely not be able to hold on."

Qin Yuan did not look back and his voice was calm: "Look at him. If he really wants to fall down, save people immediately, but don't worry about him now."

The non-commissioned officer nodded and continued to secretly pay attention to Zhang Chu's situation.

On the track, Zhang Chu had already reached the limit. His vision began to blur, sweat covered his eyes, and his legs seemed to be out of his control, trembling in disobedience. He gritted his teeth and kept cheering himself up: "I can't stop... I can't stop... I must catch up with them!"

Suddenly, he staggered and almost fell down, but he used all his strength to support his body and barely stabilized his pace. His breathing became more and more rapid, and his heartbeat was beating wildly in his chest, as if it could explode at any time.

On the side of the playground, Qin Yuan's gaze sank slightly. He could see that Zhang Chu was almost at his limit, but his steps were still persisting. Even though his body was almost about to collapse, Zhang Chu still did not give up in his eyes.

Finally, Zhang Chu gritted his teeth and ran the second lap. When he barely reached the finish line, his legs suddenly became soft and he fell to the ground. He gasped, his hands were on the ground, and the sandbag on his shoulders slid to the ground, raising a piece of dust.

"I...I did..." Zhang Chu murmured weakly, his lips turned white, and the sweat on his forehead was flowing down like a stream.

Qin Yuan then slowly walked forward and looked down at him. His voice was cold and he had a hint of undetectable complex emotions: "Zhang Chu, it's amazing to complete two laps, but do you know how dangerous you were just now? If you really fall down, it will not only drag down the team, but you may never be able to stand up."

Zhang Chu raised his head and said weakly: "Instructor, I...I can't give up...I must catch up with them...I must!"

Qin Yuan's eyes moved slightly, and he could see that Zhang Chu's persistence was not for showing off, but a belief from the heart. This belief is stubborn and touching.

"Very good," Qin Yuan said lightly, "It's a good thing that you have this energy, but remember for me next time that the body is a tool, not a bet. If you want to catch up with them, it depends not only on will, but also on methods."

After he finished speaking, he turned around and waved to the non-commissioned officer behind him: "Take him back to the dormitory and ask the health officer to check his condition tonight. If he performs similarly tomorrow, he will directly force a rest."

The non-commissioned officer nodded and immediately ran forward to help Zhang Chu, who was almost exhausted.

Zhang Chu, who was helped up, looked at Qin Yuan's departure and felt a complicated feeling in his heart. He knew that Qin Yuan was strictly indifferent to him, but behind this indifference, there might be some indescribable concern.

"Instructor, I will definitely prove it to you that I can not only persevere, but also do the best." Zhang Chu swears silently in his heart. Although he is exhausted at the moment, a more firm light flashes in his eyes.

As night fell, the noise on the training ground gradually subsided, and the entire recruit company fell into a brief calm. Zhang Chugang was examined by the health officer. Although he was exhausted, he did not choose to go back to the dormitory, but sat alone on the steps of the corridor, staring at the front with empty eyes.

"Zhang Chu, the instructor is looking for you." A non-commissioned officer came over and patted his shoulder, with a short tone.

Zhang Chu was stunned for a moment. Although his body was still weak, he immediately stood up and straightened his back: "Yes, come soon!"

A few minutes later, Zhang Chu stood at the door of Qin Yuan's office, adjusted his emotions slightly, and raised his hand and knocked on the door.

"Come in." Qin Yuan's voice was low and calm.

Zhang Chu pushed the door and walked into the office, stood attentively, looking ahead without looking sideways. Qin Yuan sat behind the desk, flipping through a file. The atmosphere inside the room was so quiet that it was a bit depressing, only the ticking sound of the wall clocks on the wall was slowly flowing.

"Do you know why I asked you to come?" Qin Yuan closed the file, looked up at Zhang Chu, his eyes cold and sharp.
Chapter completed!