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This mission isn't particularly difficult. As long as I manage the soldiers well while executing the task, there shouldn't be any issues. At least the zero people from Backdrop were completely pinned down, so there was no chance of accidents. With zero people, I will personally lead the team, and there shouldn't be any problems. Looking at it this way, this mission is actually a benefit for everyone; it allows them to broaden their horizons. But who will go and who won't?
As I walked back across the highway bridge, I found myself deep in thought. Suddenly, an idea struck me.
After dinner, I received a notification stating that Training Commencement was approaching and that each Unit needed to intensify their training preparations. I felt a surge of excitement; it seemed that my thoughts were becoming reality.
After discussing with Old Tang, I instructed the Duty Squad Leader to blow the whistle for the entire company to assemble. It was time to start selecting personnel!
Once the company gathered, I looked at my Buddies below, their innocent and enthusiastic eyes shining brightly. I suddenly realized how narrow-minded I had been in the past. First, I always focused on the soldiers in my own squad and paid little attention to matters concerning other squads. Second, although I thought I was caring for everyone, I now realized that they needed more than just physical concern; they craved spiritual comfort and support. Moving forward, I would try to give them more personal space within the limits of our system; otherwise, after a few years, they would truly become rigid due to the military's inherent mindset.
Clearing my throat brought immediate silence. Scanning the entire company once more, I finally spoke up: "Comrades, there are already several new recruits in our Unit. How do you feel about it, New Comrades?"
A mix of voices erupted from the Unit: "It feels great!" "Feels like home!" "Very good!" "Awesome!" Even one bold recruit shouted out.
The Veterans burst into laughter, and I chuckled too but quickly continued, "So you feel at home? It feels great? You must be relieved? Finally made it through three months?"
Before they could respond, I shouted loudly, "But you new recruits! Have you compared yourselves to the Veterans? Do you believe that if you walk down the street right now, people won't recognize you as new recruits? You are lacking in so many areas—ability, quality, temperament—these can only be developed through long-term training! If you think you're qualified soldiers now, let me tell you: you are rookies! You are a bunch of rookies who know nothing!"
"And Veterans! No matter how outstanding you were last year, that's all in the past! Right now, I'm your Spearhead Company Commander! You are still not enough! Why? Because Training Commencement is just around the corner! How many of you can maintain peak physical fitness for an extended period? Now we have a new batch of rookies dragging us down! Everything resets; we start over!"
I paused for a moment before adding, "I want to make it clear: in my Unit, everything is based on strength! If you want to live well, show your strength!"
"Clerk!" I called out. "Present!"
"Open the gun cabinet! Armed Cross-Country Five Kilometers!"
A wave of gasps spread through the crowd!
I directly took the Communicator and grabbed the pre-cut number tags from one to forty as we headed toward the starting point of the regiment's Five Kilometers cross-country test—the same point where it would end. That's right; I'm reserving spots for the top forty soldiers with the best military quality and physical fitness to participate in the arts festival. They need to understand that in my Unit, there is no favoritism; only strength matters!
Old Tang was watching from the side, watching me walking towards the starting point, and hurriedly asked Duty Squad Leader to lead the team to follow, and ran to my side. "Old Wang, is it appropriate? Even the new recruits have never run before." I smiled slightly , "I know it well. In fact, this can have a testing effect on the recruits to see which recruits have better adaptability, perseverance and potential. And it can also be compared with Veteran to see the quality of the soldiers last year and this year. How about it. It will give me a better understanding of the physical condition of the soldiers before Training Commencement, so that I can know the situation well and select the soldiers who will go to the art festival to help!" Old Tang said in shock, "You are really awesome! I’ll think about it!” Haha, I shouted, holding the stopwatch, and stood at the starting point. After a brief warm-up, the whistle blew and all the fighters rushed out, including my Clerk and Communicator. In an instant, it was just me and Old Tang at the starting point. Watching them run out of sight, we withdrew our gaze and started chatting: "The speed of these Kids seems to be okay. I feel that the quality of the soldiers this year is good." Old Tang, I smiled, "This is not Just started, you wait and see." Old Tang also smiled, "Would you like to make a bet? I bet that at least half of the recruits will be qualified, and at least 5 of the top 40 will be!" "Bah! I don’t believe it!” I scolded with a smile. "Why are you so sure?" "Hey, based on my experience of running Five Kilometers all the year round, by the way, Lao Wang, I know that when you were Squad Leader, you ran the fewest Five Kilometers! Moreover, the results are also very average!” What the hell!! My face instantly turned red. I really have poor endurance and very good explosive power. I can barely run long distances, but I am especially afraid of running in circles. When I run, I feel like there is no end, like a donkey in a grinding mill. Psychologically There will be a sense of despair, which in turn affects performance. "Hey, let's stop talking." I quickly changed the subject. "Then, I will lead the team to participate in the art festival. You can watch it at home. We will come back late in the evening. If not, you can organize your own Roll Call and have a rest early." "This is indeed a problem." Old Tang was led by me diverted attention. Hehe, I laughed twice in my heart. Looking at the road on the other side, I was thinking that someone was about to come. Sure enough, after a while, figures began to appear over there. I looked at the time and saw that it had just passed 16 minutes. Who was the first to be so fierce? ah? I squinted my eyes to get a closer look. Oh, it’s Xuanhua! I was overjoyed. It really didn’t embarrass me. I am worthy of being the 1Monkey King and the monitor of A Squad! It was getting closer, more than a hundred meters away. I looked at the watch again, and it was 16 minutes and 0 seconds. I shouted, "Xuanhua, it's almost 17 minutes, come on!" Xuanhua suddenly He shouted and started to accelerate. Only then did I notice that there was someone following him not far behind. Hey, it turned out to be Mo Ping! He obviously heard my voice and suddenly started to accelerate. I really couldn’t tell that Mo Ping was not tall enough to run so fast with so many things on his back. Xuanhua runs fast because he is taller and has longer legs, while Mo Ping moves his legs very quickly, like a hot wheel, running whirringly. Looking at him like this, it’s hard to catch up with Xuanhua! ?
Xuanhua could probably hear the clanging sounds behind him, knowing someone was chasing him. He shouted loudly, "Ah!" and suddenly accelerated, charging forward like a sprinter, crashing through the Finish Line. 16 minutes and 49 seconds!
I hurriedly placed the number card in his hand, reminding him to take a walk. Just as I looked up, Mo Ping also crossed the finish line at 17 minutes flat! Impressive, this guy. I handed him the number card and patted his Shoulder; his face was a bit pale as he walked away, panting.
At this moment, more people started to come in from behind. Sheng Xiong surprisingly finished in tenth place, and he was even running while carrying a gun. When I asked why, he said the strap was too tight and uncomfortable.
The first forty quickly arrived, and sure enough, there were six new recruits among them. Even Nong managed to come in ninth place; it seemed that this year's new recruits were really something! I felt a bit pleased as more people rushed in behind me. I checked the time and saw that there were indeed about ten who didn’t pass. However, they weren’t too far off. The worst score belonged to a new recruit who was also overweight; he was panting heavily as he ran. I stared at him for a while, feeling frustrated because I couldn’t remember if he was one of the recruits I had chosen.
After letting everyone rest for a bit, I gathered the troops to give a speech. "Now that you've finished running, you should know your gaps compared to others! Veterans, do you feel any sense of crisis? Have you noticed that some people who haven’t trained much in Armed Cross-Country can outrun you? Do you still feel superior? New recruits, take a look at yourselves; don’t compare with Veterans but with your peers—how much are you lagging behind? This is just a Five Kilometers run. I announce that our Unit will frequently conduct assessments from now on. After Training Commencement, there will be weekly evaluations with scoring each time and monthly rankings. The top scorers will be recognized by the Unit and may even be recommended for awards at year-end! Furthermore, if there are any good things happening, we will prioritize those outstanding soldiers! Remember this: in my Unit, if you want something, earn it with your abilities!"
"The higher-ups have allocated 40 spots for participation in the nearby television station's arts festival. This time, I'll take you to see the world; those who finished from numbers 1 to 40 are the selected ones. For those who didn’t make it this time, perform well next time! Also, let me make this clear: anyone who does not follow the rules or disobeys orders outside will be sent back immediately upon discovery; replacements will be drawn from number 41 onward!"
The soldiers below stirred with excitement; some were thrilled while others looked confused or disappointed. Yes, I knew some Veterans hadn’t put in enough effort during the run—well, if they couldn’t go, they had no one to blame but themselves! I chuckled silently to myself.
"Pack up your weapons and regroup!" Everyone moved out!
(To be continued; tomorrow will be even more exciting!)
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