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I found it amusing as well. Under normal circumstances, everyone would carry on at a slow pace, which isn't too difficult. However, once the speed picks up, if just one person in the team falls behind, it's easy for them to step on each other's heels. Moreover, training is usually done in groups, and now that everything is mixed up and reorganized, finding a sense of rhythm and coordination can't be achieved in an instant.
The Veterans were different. In addition to their teamwork, they used strong rhythmic chants to coordinate their steps and actions. Their strength was undeniable; they practically flew over the five meters.
The New Recruits, despite having a few Veterans among them, clearly lacked the experience of the Veterans. As I watched, I suddenly noticed Old Tang standing beside me at the venue. "Oh, back to group competitions again?" he said.
I smiled. "We can't have a lack of opponents; they need to improve through constant challenges." I turned my head to look at Old Tang. "I believe that for soldiers, honor comes first. These are kids with a strong sense of honor. Perhaps when you talk to them about ideals and beliefs, they might not feel much. However, when you talk about honor and our collective spirit, sometimes I think with these warriors around, there's nothing we can't achieve."
"You're overflowing with confidence," Old Tang remarked as he observed the lively atmosphere below. "Honestly, I'm not very familiar with training, but what do you think the results will be next week during the assessment?"
"Old Tang!" I exclaimed. "Do you trust me?"
"Of course!"
"We're going to surprise everyone." I smiled lightly.
This wasn't blind confidence; after keeping up with the initial strength training, I felt that professional training wasn't difficult for the soldiers. It was simply following procedures like stacking blocks. However, after several training sessions, I noticed that many soldiers, represented by Jinghe, were already thinking about more effective ways to utilize equipment and even questioning training methods. Their genuine approach to work and training made me confident that such soldiers would undoubtedly take first place. A smile slowly crept onto my lips; yes, all we needed was time.
I turned my gaze back to the field. The Veterans had already completed four rounds while the New Recruits had just finished one group. Xuanhua stood proudly nearby, boasting, "Look at me! You guys can't keep up! When I did this last year, you were still playing with mud." He completely forgot that last year at this time he had stepped on Sergeant Garfield's shoes and nearly got scolded.
The New Recruits appeared anxious; however, the more anxious they became, the more mistakes they made. When the third group set out, someone actually tripped over their own feet, causing chaos in the entire line. I couldn't help but laugh; it seemed like the New Recruits were destined to lose.
At that moment, Jinghe suddenly dashed out from the ranks. He ran to the front of the third group and shouted, "Comrades! Pay attention to your coordination and rhythm! Listen to my command: left foot forward! Left—right—left!"
With Jinghe's command, the recruits gradually found their rhythm and began to pick up speed; finally, the third group reached the other side.
Jinghe didn't stop there; he ran across while shouting, "Keep your rhythm! Follow the lead's pace and commands." He adjusted positions by moving taller recruits to the front—this was clearly an adjustment to improve overall speed. At that moment, Jinghe seemed less like an ordinary soldier and more like a squad leader or perhaps a coach on a field. Strangely enough, the New Recruits listened attentively to Jinghe's commands; even some of the Veterans inside, like Wu Chao, were eager to follow his adjustments.
Watching Jinghe bustling about, drenched in sweat and completely unlike his usual shy self, I couldn't help but laugh. It seemed the training for these college students was indeed rigorous. "Old Tang, what do you think of this chubby guy?"
"He's quite interesting," Old Tang replied.
"I think he could be nurtured further. What do you think?"
"Heh, it's not impossible for a college student soldier to rise through the ranks."
"Perhaps I should really have a talk with him." I observed the chubby figure running back and forth, deep in thought. The current training methods had been passed down for years, possibly dictated by those in charge of equipment usage. They weren't without flaws; I was suddenly very interested in how much operational improvement he could suggest. It seemed I would need to discuss this with him.
While Old Tang and I chatted, the competition had already determined its winners. The Veteran Team was leading by three groups and had undoubtedly won. However, the New Recruits Team still had a strong spirit. Surprisingly, there were only three people left in the new recruits' group, and without hesitation, Jinghe joined them, lifting sandbags alongside everyone else. It’s worth noting that the six-person group size had been validated through countless trials; too many people made coordination difficult and lacked challenge, while too few created excessive pressure that slowed movement and diminished competitive tension.
Four people were carrying five sandbags together, which clearly looked very strenuous. Jinghe shouted slogans while moving his feet. All four of them were about the same height as Jinghe, around one meter sixty, yet they did not shy away from carrying the sandbags. Each sandbag weighed about a hundred pounds, totaling five hundred pounds; even four veterans might struggle to cover that twenty-five-meter distance successfully. Their steps were heavy but steady as they followed the slogans together. Their speed wasn't fast, but their determination and momentum rivaled any six-person group.
Led by Xuanhua, the veterans initially stood by with crossed arms mocking them. "Hey chubby guys, can you handle this?!"
"You four are confident carrying sandbags?!"
"Hahaha, they won't make it; they'll be crushed soon!"
Meanwhile, the New Recruits Team was shouting encouragement at the top of their lungs. "Keep it up! You can do it!" "Jinghe, you got this! Hang in there!" "Come on! You can definitely make it!"
As they approached fifteen meters, their pace noticeably slowed. I saw that all of them were gritting their teeth to persevere, each face drenched in sweat as their training gear looked as if it had been soaked in water.
At that moment, Jinghe also felt the limit of his endurance. He suddenly shouted, "Hold on, brothers! We can do this! One—two—breathe!"
The four of them suddenly seemed energized, shouting together, "One—two—breathe!" They stepped forward in rhythm, albeit much slower, but they were still moving ahead.
The cheers from the veterans gradually faded, replaced by the encouraging shouts of the new recruits. These four heights were only ten meters away from the finish line, yet it was becoming increasingly difficult.
Old Tang looked on with concern and said, "Do you think they can make it? Should I tell them to stop?"
I shook my head. "Old Tang, stopping them now would only hurt their pride and confidence. They need to prove themselves! I believe they can do it!"
Old Tang fell silent, his gaze fixed on the four stubborn figures. In truth, I felt even more deeply than he did. These four heights were all urban soldiers, among the few with relatively good family backgrounds in our unit. When the new recruits were assigned to our unit, these individuals insisted on being placed here after discussions between the two commanders of the Recruit Training Camp and me. The reason was that my unit could train people well, and coincidentally, these recruits were college students or undergraduates. Being in a unit led by college students would at least help them adapt to the style.
When they first arrived, these guys were indeed quite arrogant. However, after witnessing the overall cultural and educational standards of our unit, they lost their initial pride. In my unit, we practiced indiscriminate management; whether you were a rich kid or a rural child, everyone was treated according to the same standards. Gradually, these kids shed their initial reserve and arrogance and began to integrate into this group. From initially just passing time to actively embracing training, these four heights had undergone the most significant transformation. I didn’t know if Jinghe had intentionally grouped them together or if it was merely a coincidence. What I did know was that at this moment, they were clearly not just competing; they were also trying to prove their worth and strength.
As they approached the finish line, I noticed that their pace was slowing down even more; their legs began to tremble, and stepping forward had turned into mere shuffling. Could they make it?
At this point, even Xuanhua and the other veterans began to feel anxious. "Hey guys, keep pushing! You're almost there; don’t give up now!"
"New recruits are doing great; keep it up!"
"Just a few more steps; don’t waste all your efforts!"
I saw that even soldiers from other units who had come to watch were cheering them on.
"Just two more steps! Come on, everyone! Let's go!" Jinghe shouted.
"Let's go!" the others echoed behind him.
"One! Two! Ah!" Jinghe paused for a moment, then suddenly shouted. With a burst of energy, they all dashed across the Finish Line!
"Ooh!" Cheers erupted as a crowd rushed over to help them unload the sandbags. A few of the Heights collapsed onto the ground in exhaustion.
Hey, they really did it. Old Tang said softly.
I patted him on the back. "People have potential, Old Tang. I think we should dig deeper into these kids' abilities sometimes."
Old Tang nodded, and I turned to look at the new Veterans who were causing a ruckus in the Venue. Yes, this is a collective, a whole. Watching the chubby ones rolling on the ground, I thought to myself, with such a group of warriors, what can't we overcome?
After the lights went out, I had Sheng Xiong call the chubby one to my room. I really needed to talk to him about the new training methods. Our conversation lasted quite a while; his insights inspired me greatly and sparked some plans in my mind. I decided to implement them in the upcoming training sessions.
(To be continued, more exciting content tomorrow!)
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