The sandy soil of the border town gave full play to the residual heat of the sun. It was noon at this time, and the ground temperature was far more than ten degrees higher than normal. Jiang Minghao, who was running wild, was sweating like rain, biting hard. His own lips followed the military vehicle sixty yards ahead.
The average soldier’s five-kilometer requirement is 23 minutes, but Jiang Minghao used this time to complete twice the distance, which has greatly exceeded Long Zhiwen’s expectations, but his performance is far from his father Jiang Yaoguo’s perspective. It's too far, so the second ten kilometers, to put it bluntly, is a test of his endurance and unique ability.
The blood of the human body will flow faster because of the rush, and the heart will also speed up. This operation requires a large supply of oxygen, so you can only breathe and breathe desperately. Slowly, your lungs will also be lacking enough. The oxygen becomes painful.
Jiang Minghao’s eyes no longer had the calmness he had before. Instead, it was perseverance, even with a trace of anger. This is anger at the profession of soldiers. For his parents, he must run. The second ten kilometers, Jiang Minghao seems I completely forgot the previous strategy, as if he was on the bar of the broken car, and ran away from the girl, and the speed was unexpectedly increased. He no longer followed the trajectory of the military vehicle, but from the woods and grass next to him. Even the ditches and rivers crossed, and he started his own cross-country running. Everyone understands the shortest straight line between two points.
"Chief, are you sure that this kid is a student who has not graduated from the Artillery Academy?" Xiao Zhang, the driver of the car, looked at Jiang Minghao's off-road maneuvers and running speed that were more standard than the field army, and his mouth was open in surprise.
"This kid has definitely received special training, but it's not right. These students are like babies, how could they have received cruel special training?"
"Hey," Long Zhiwen snickered, "This Lu Hongfeng is interesting enough. Give me such a top player. I guess I will win the military area competition."
This is the first time he has praised Jiang Minghao as a top man, but his character and temper all need to be tempered, especially his natural military fighting spirit. I must stimulate it. Long Zhiwen looked out the car window. Jiang Minghao, who is as agile and swift as a tiger and Jaguar, touched his chin and was complacent.
"Chief, look, his reaction rate for evading obstacles is estimated to be only 0.06 seconds. This is the response requirement of special forces in close combat. How can this kid's reaction rate be so fast!" Xiao Zhang watched Jiang Minghao flash in the woods As he turned around, he couldn't help but exclaim again.
"Old squad leader, you have cultivated a good seedling for special warfare for the motherland!" Long Zhiwen muttered to himself, but he could see that Jiang Minghao was actually disgusted with being a soldier, perhaps because of his parents. This is indeed the motherland. I owe the Jiang family a debt, but the national interest is always above all else. For everyone, I have to abandon the small family.
"Run, little cheetah, release your anger, release your speed. Although you don't have the unique ability of your father, you have surpassed the ordinary people by a lot, but this is not enough, it is not enough on the battlefield. Running is the first step for you to become a qualified soldier." Looking at this child who is about the same age as his grandson quietly, for the first time love flashed in Long Zhiwen's eyes.
Twenty kilometers, let alone ordinary people, it is impossible for special forces such as Snow Wolf and Spike to continue cross-country running at this speed after ten kilometers, but Jiang Minghao did it, not because of his father’s genes. It was because of his grandfather Jiang Jianguo's deliberate training.
When a person’s running reaches the limit, the internal pressure of the human body will increase with the speed of blood circulation, and then you will feel that your body is getting heavier and heavier. It is impossible for you to self-mutilate and bleed and lower your body as soon as you encounter such high-intensity training. Pressure, reduce weight to complete the training, right? That's just playing Russian roulette with death.
So when Jiang Jianguo was very young, he took Jiang Minghao to various plateaus for high-pressure training. Under such pressure and hypoxia, running one kilometer is equivalent to three kilometers on the plains. Jiang Minghao was in this situation. Next, I developed this ability to run.
"Chief, his speed seems to have slowed down!"
"Well, twenty kilometers is his limit."
For the first ten kilometers, Jiang Minghao ran for 25 minutes, and for the second ten kilometers, although he was sprinting with all his strength, he still spent nearly forty minutes. This result is already very good for an ordinary soldier. You can even enter the special forces by special recruitment. With such physical strength and speed, if you put it in the Snow Wolf, it is definitely a baby bump held in the palm of your hand.
Seeing Jiang Minghao's speed getting slower and slower, his feet seemed to be filled with lead, his footsteps began to float, and his body began to collapse, but Long Zhiwen seemed dissatisfied, and he slapped his seat:
"Xiao Zhang, slow down for me, and drive me for three hours with the remaining ten kilometers. One minute will not work."
Anyone who has run a long distance knows that in the final stage, if the front runner is faster, you will not feel so tired following his pace, and you will also keep your speed at a steady state. At the same time, the front runner will not feel so tired. The person at will also block some of your forward resistance. On the contrary, if the leader in front becomes slower and slower, your speed will also decrease, and it will even hint you to give up slowly.
Long Zhiwen wanted to slow Jiang Minghao's speed slowly. With the passage of time, his body's strength and moisture will slowly flow away, and eventually his consciousness will slowly blur, until the bottom line of defense in his heart completely collapses.
"Hoo·····Suck·······Hoo······Suck········
At the beginning, Jiang Minghao was able to maintain the one-exhale and two-inhale method taught by his grandfather to maintain the supply of oxygen to his lungs, but gradually, his consciousness began to become chaotic, and his ears could clearly hear the messy breathing of his mouth and nose. The lungs were also squeaking, the chest couldn't bear the pressure of the heart, it seemed like it was about to split in pain, and the shoulders seemed to be carrying a mountain, so that the legs could not be lifted.
"what········"
Jiang Minghao screamed and roared, trying to break the physical imprisonment caused by running. In the past, he ran at most 15 kilometers in the plain during training. Today, for the first time, he ran twice in more than an hour. Ten kilometers, this is already his limit, and he moves his pace entirely by his mind.
Half an hour later, the military vehicle was crawling slowly in front, and Jiang Minghao also followed it slowly. One hour later, the military vehicle was still crawling slowly, Jiang Minghao still followed slowly. One and a half hours passed, and the speed of the military vehicle increased. The slower he came, Jiang Minghao still couldn't pass.
With half the time left by Long Zhiwen, one car and one person walked less than five kilometers. Jiang Minghao's waist had been bent down a full thirty degrees, and he could not finish the remaining five kilometers.
Long Zhiwen looked at Jiang Minghao's swaying body through the rearview mirror, shook his head slightly, and disappointed in his eyes. He knew that Jiang Minghao was well versed in psychological warfare. It can be said that his eyes can see through people's hearts. , But this is also his weakness. If he can't overcome it, he will still die on the battlefield in the future. Rather than let the Jiang family succeed, he would rather not have this top soldier.
"Chief, he is already very strong, do you want to help him in the car." Seeing Jiang Minghao swaying, Xiao Zhang, the driver and guard, couldn't help asking. To be honest, he really admired Jiang Minghao. It is a miracle that an intern from the Artillery Academy can do this.
Long Zhiwen didn't speak, but still sat quietly, watching Jiang Minghao move hard, he still couldn't beat himself. Suddenly, Long Zhiwen pushed the car door, pulled the handrail, half of his body leaned out of the car. Shouted:
"Jiang Minghao, you counseling soldier, spoiled soldier, unkind bastard, you are not qualified to be Jiang Yaoguo's son, let alone Jiang Jianguo's grandson, you are a soft guy."
After speaking, he raised a middle finger at him.
Counsel? 孬兵? Soft egg? Bad bastard? Jiang Minghao never cares about these titles, Jiang Yaoguo? That father whose face is already blurred? He doesn't care much, but you say Jiang Jianguo can't do it. He is my grandfather, Jiang Minghao, an eternal god, an idol, and an eternal spiritual sustenance in my heart.
"Fart your mother!"
Jiang Minghao shouted at Long Zhiwen hoarsely, and Xiao Zhang next to him was also taken aback. In so many years, this was the first person he had seen who dared to blatantly scold the commander.
'I will play Russian roulette with the god of death today to see who lives is hard.'
"boom······"
Jiang Minghao raised his fist and slammed his nose. The boiling blood in his body seemed to have found a gap in catharsis, and he spouted from his nostrils with a pop.
At this moment, Jiang Minghao was silly and stunned. The only consciousness in his mind was that if he wanted to win, he had to win because he was Jiang Jianguo's grandson.
"Haha..."
The crazy laughter made Long Zhiwen a little regretful. This kid was killing his life. With such a high temperature, coupled with lack of water and blood loss, he could suddenly die from exhaustion at any time, but even so, Jiang Minghao still ran with his trembling legs. , Like a crazy beast.
"Chief, he can't run anymore, he is overdrawing his life." Xiao Zhang looked at this scene through the rearview mirror, his forehead was sweaty, this guy was really terrifying.
"Well, I know." Long Zhiwen's middle finger still did not let go, "but if he is not allowed to run, he will be more painful than death, because he is Jiang Jianguo's grandson."
Not knowing whether it was intentional or unintentional, Xiao Zhang's foot slowly left the brakes, and gently tapped the accelerator, hoping that the speed of the car could bring Jiang Minghao’s footsteps. He also deliberately drove the car to the front to block his body for him. Reduce air resistance.
"boom······"
With another punch, Jiang Minghao felt that his body was as light as a wing at the moment the blood spurted. This was simply a lunatic.
"Hahahaha... grass you, shit commander..."
Jiang Minghao smiled sharply and cursed wildly and aggressively. He regarded this run as a battle, a battle of dignity and honor. Not for himself, nor for his uniform, but for the grandfather who has depended on each other since childhood. He must win this battle, even if it is death.